Monroe, Marla - Love Between the Hired Hands [The Men of Space Station One #4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

Clint met her at the door with a glass of tea. “All finished?”

“Not quite. I have two more rows, but I needed something to drink.” She walked on in the house.

“I’ll get it for you, honey.” He grabbed a glass and went to the fridge to pour her tea.

Elissa washed her hands and up to her elbows to be sure she was clean. With all the poisonous plants around, she wasn’t sure about the soil being exactly safe. Anyway, it never hurt to be careful.

She accepted the glass of tea from Clint and sat down at the table to drink it. She almost drained it with one gulp. Now she knew why the guys had done it. She was really thirsty. When she sat the empty glass down, Clint asked her if she wanted more.

“No thanks. I don’t want to get cramps.”

Clint leaned over her from the back and kissed her cheek, then licked along her neck.

“Hey, I’m sweaty,” she said, pulling back, turning to look at him.

“I like tasting your salty essence. It’s hot.”

“You’re a sick man, Clint.” She laughed.

“Naw, what’s sick is that I want to fuck you right now with you bent over and your hands on the chair.”

Elissa gasped and felt her face heat up. Surely he was just joking. She looked up over her shoulder at him and knew he wasn’t by the intense heat in his eyes.

“Would you let me fuck you right here, Elissa?”

“What about Gray?” She was grasping at straws.

The idea was wrong on so many levels, but her heart sped up and her pussy wept at the thought of it. Was she going to let him do it?

“He’s busy in the study right now. If he were here instead of me, I guarantee he’d be asking you the same thing.”

“What if someone from next door comes over? They could see through the windows.”

“They’d probably get horny and go back home to their wife.”

Elissa smirked. “I truly doubt that would do them any good with how close Lacy is to delivering.”

“Stop stalling, honey. Stand up and let me pull your jeans down. You don’t even have to get all the way undressed. Please, Elissa. I’m so hot for you right now.”

Elissa stole a quick glance toward the window then slowly stood up. Clint wasted no time unfastening her jeans and shoving them and her panties down to her knees.

“Now bend over the chair and put your hands in the seat so you can hold on. I’m so horny I won’t last long.”

She did what he asked and heard the rasp of a zipper then felt his hands on her ass. He didn’t do anything, and she looked over her shoulder to find him just gazing at her ass.

“What’s wrong?” She knew she was blushing again at the idea that he was looking at her.

“Nothing, honey. I’m just admiring your beautiful pussy. It’s already dripping honey for me. It turned you on to think about fucking in the kitchen, didn’t it?”

Elissa stuttered out a garbled reply when he suddenly dipped a finger in her pussy. She heard him make a noise and knew he’d sucked her juices from his finger. She closed her eyes at the thought. It was so naughty, but it really turned her on to know they liked the taste of her. She liked the taste of them, too.

He rubbed her clit with his finger, spreading her juices over it. Then he pushed two fingers into her and curled them to reach her G-spot. He stroked it several times until she was shoving her hips back toward him. Then he pulled his fingers out and fitted the head of his thick cock against her pussy. He spread her wide then shoved his dick deep into her cunt. She moaned and held on to the chair’s edge. It felt so good when he first filled her up.

Then he began slowly moving in and out of her. He rasped over her hot spot with every slide of his cock. She soon grew tired of his slow speed and tried to push back on him. He chuckled and held her hips steady, so she growled in frustration.

“Faster, Clint.”

“I like it slow right now, honey. Just relax and enjoy the way my cock moves in and out of your wet cunt. It’s freaking hot, Elissa.” He continued his slow rhythm, occasionally changing the angle with a roll of his hips. She moaned and tightened her cunt around his dick.

“Fuck, do that again.”

She squeezed and released then squeezed and released again.

“Hell, yeah. Just like that.”

She stopped and waited.

“Come on, honey. Do it again. That’s so fucking good.”

“Move faster,” she said with a smirk.

“You little tease.” He increased his speed.

Elissa sighed and began squeezing him then bent her knees and rolled her hips up. Sure enough, he went crazy.

“Oh, fuck—fuck. You’re killing me, Lis.” He shortened her name as if it were too much to say it all.

She continued squeezing and releasing as she shoved back on him over and over. He let her now as if he didn’t have a choice, and maybe he didn’t. He was beginning to lose his rhythm. That meant he would come in a few seconds. She stopped squeezing and bent farther down over the stool. He groaned and slapped her ass twice.

“What was that for?” she complained good-naturedly.

“A spanking for teasing me like you are.”

“My arms got tired. I needed to rest them.” She pouted.

“Right.” He began to stroke in and out of her faster, now rubbing her sweet spot over and over again.

When he was about to come, she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. She slipped over the edge at the same time he began shooting his hot cum inside of her. She was up on tiptoes with her own orgasm.

“Fuck, yeah!” Clint leaned over her back and nipped at her neck.

He slowly pulled out of her still-spasming pussy and then helped her stand. He had to hold her steady for a few seconds until she got her feet under her. Once he finished zipping up and she had righted her clothes as well, he pulled her in for quick kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed, then let go and stepped back. She couldn’t believe she’d just hugged him. How silly was that?

“Honey, you are the best damn wife a man could have.” He traced her cheek with the back of his hand. “I best get in the office and get on that paperwork. We’ll be going over to the neighbors’ tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll be happy to see another woman.”

“I can’t wait to meet her.” Elissa eased back toward the back door. “I better go finish planting the garden.”

“Stay out of trouble, honey.”

She turned and walked outside, closing the door behind her. It took her a few seconds to gather her wits about her before she could get back to work. She still couldn’t believe she had just let Clint fuck her in the kitchen without even taking off all their clothes. Hell, all he’d done was unzip and pull out his cock. She’d felt his jeans against her ass with each stroke. She shivered, and it had nothing to do with being cold. She was turned on.

You’re turning into a little slut, Elissa. But was it wrong if it was with your husbands? Surely not.
She drew in a deep breath and began planting the remainder of the seeds. She couldn’t wait to see them grow.

A little over an hour later, she’d finished and was cleaning up the garden tools when Gray walked outside.

“All finished, baby?”

“Just cleaning the tools. Where do they go, and I’ll put them away.”

“I’ll get them. I don’t want you that far out of the yard alone. Why don’t you go on inside and clean up. I thought we’d have sandwiches for dinner since you’ve been working outside all day.”

“Okay, but I don’t mind making something. It’s not that late.” She shielded her eyes from the sun to look up at him.

“You’ve done enough for the day. Sandwiches won’t hurt us.” He wound his hand in her hair and pulled her toward him.

Gray bent over and kissed her. He ran his tongue all around her lips then nibbled on her lower lip before pulling back. He looked into her eyes for a long second before he let go of her hair and picked up the garden tools.

“Go on inside and clean up. I’m sure you could use a nice soak in the tub.”

Elissa smiled shyly and hurried inside. She toed off her shoes in the kitchen by the back door next to the men’s work boots. As much as she wanted that relaxing bath, she figured a shower was in order as dirty as she was.

As soon as she made it upstairs, she began to strip, leaving her soiled clothes in a pile near the door to take back downstairs later. She turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. Stepping in, the water pelted down on her head as she lathered up a washcloth. She stepped back to keep the water out of her face and nearly slipped.

She would have to be more careful. She couldn’t afford to get hurt. Lacy needed her help. She figured one thing would be to plant their garden. She enjoyed doing that, so she didn’t mind one bit.

“Elissa?”

She turned, holding the tiny bath cloth over her breasts. Clint walked up to the edge of the shower and grinned at her.

“There’s no need to cover yourself, honey. We’ve seen all of you before.”

“I know. You just startled me. I wasn’t expecting anyone.” She lowered the cloth, only to cover her pussy from sight this time.

“Why aren’t you taking a bath? Gray said he told you to relax in the tub.”

“I was too nasty to get in a tub and sit. I needed to get the dirt off of me.”

“Okay. I’ll run the water for you now. You’re almost finished in there, aren’t you?” Clint looked her up and down with a quick smile.

“Yes, but I don’t have to soak. I’m fine.”

“Nope, you’re going to relax in a nice tub of hot water. Do you have any of that good-smelling stuff to sprinkle in it?”

“No, I didn’t bring any with me. I didn’t have a lot of room to bring that.” She shut off the shower and stepped out.

“We’ll have to get you some from town when we go. You should have nice things to make you feel good.” Clint adjusted the water temperature in the tub. He stood up and pulled her toward him.

“I’ll get you wet,” she protested.

“So? I’ll dry.” He bent down and licked a long line from her neck to her breast and around her nipple.

Elissa shivered at the feel of his tongue on her breast. He lapped at the water rolling down her breast to hang at her nipple. Then he drew her nipple in his hot mouth and sucked. He repeated the process with her other breast before he knelt in front of her to lick the beads of water off her abdomen.

“Come on. Let’s get you in the tub before I lose focus and fuck you again.” He held out his hands to take hers.

Elissa took his hand and carefully stepped into the tub and sank down in the warm water. It felt wonderful. She was glad Clint had insisted, but she felt silly after having had a shower.

“Now isn’t that better?” He ran his hands in the water close to her thigh.

“Yes, it’s great. I just feel weird sitting here after I got out of the shower.”

“Don’t. Relax, and one of us will come get you out in about thirty minutes. Don’t get out without one of us.” He stood up and dried his hand on his pant leg.

“Okay.” She furrowed her brow. What was that about?

Clint turned around and walked out. She heard him in the bedroom for a few minutes and then heard his footsteps on the stairs. Elissa sank all the way down in the tub, leaving just her head out, and closed her eyes. This was heaven.