Free Young, Allyson - The Promise [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] by Allyson Young Page B

fucking two years old! Although sandwiched between their muscular forms was hardly preschool, and Jillian felt so protected and warm. She slept better than she had ever slept, and her dreams were sunny. No thoughts or worries about work intruded, and it felt like a staycation. If only the boys would make use of their evening or morning wood. Instead, they cuddled her and gave her chaste good-night kisses and leapt out of bed in the morning to fetch her coffee or run a tub. How could she complain? But she wanted to.
    Peter proved he could cook, and Sean also took his turn in the kitchen. They even seemed to know her favorite food. They did laundry, although she still hadn’t seen her clothes. The sheets and towels were folded and stored away, and she even saw Peter ironing. She was pampered and didn’t have to lift a finger. Or spread her legs. Sean sequestered himself in the den for a couple of hours, but Peter made her the center of his attention. When Peter spent time in the den, Sean hung out with her. They didn’t talk shop but discussed most everything else under the sun. She felt she got to know them even better.
    They gave her massages that turned her into a boneless creation of bliss, but even the inclusion of massaging her most intimate places didn’t appear to incite them. Jillian knew they were experiencing massive erections, but they kept them away from her. It didn’t make sense, and she hated it when she couldn’t figure out a problem. A tiny voice in her head suggested they were tired of her and didn’t know how to ask her to leave without hurting her feelings or creating an awkward situation at work next week. Jillian dismissed that thought. Sean wouldn’t spare her feelings. He’d just show her the door, regardless of how Peter felt about it. Or he would leave her with Peter.
    She was tired of Scrabble and Checkers and wasn’t going to play one more round of poker, unless it was of the strip variety. Peter actually suggested Monopoly, and she pouted so effectively that he threw up his hands and stalked off to make a huge pitcher of sangria. The tasty wine beverage had cooled her temper, and she felt a twist of guilt that she had been unkind. If it weren’t for the fact that she was unbelievably horny, Jillian could marvel at how absolutely wonderful her guys were being. Maybe she craved rotten treatment. No, just dominant, kinky sex, at least until she had her fill.
    On day four they ate lunch a bit early, and Jillian suspected it was because of her bitchiness, although she had tried to manage it better after pushing Peter. No matter, she was going to ask for what she wanted, seeing as the subtle approach wasn’t working. If they denied her, she would make them tell her what was happening, or she’d call a cab and go home in her tight, short, beautiful silk robe.
    Sean stretched as he turned from stacking the dishwasher. Jillian was already curled up on the couch, not allowed to help clean up after an amazing salmon feast. She eyed his chest as the muscles flexed and slid under his skin. Peter was wiping down the counter, and his ass looked amazing from her perspective. Her nipples beaded, and moisture dampened her folds. She gathered her courage to put it out there as soon as they joined her in the living room. No more watching inane television, despite the domestic, warm feelings she got from their company.
    “I think I’ll shave your pussy, babe,” Sean announced.
    Jillian almost swallowed her tongue. “Excuse me?” she managed.
    He pulled her up from the couch and hugged her to him, lowering his lips to her ear. “Shave. Your. Pussy.”
    “That’s what I thought you said,” she stuttered. “I usually get waxed at the salon. I haven’t had a chance to go recently, what with work being so crazy the last few months and being here, all week .”
    She was fuming inside. If Sean had been turned off by pubic hair, he could go fuck himself. How dare he make her feel unattractive!
    Sean held