Monroe, Marla - The Ranchers Take a Wife [Men of Space Station One #1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

Hearing her like that and knowing he’d had something to do with it had his dick throbbing against the bedcovers. He resisted rubbing it against them. He wanted to be inside her. Too much more stimulation and he’d embarrass himself on the covers.

He noticed Phillip had started feeding his cock to her hot mouth. He was pumping in and out of her mouth in long, slow dips. Cam curved his fingers and rubbed over her sweet spot as he drew her clit in between his teeth and licked until she exploded around him. He continued to lick until she began to come down. Before she finished, he scrambled up the bed and lined up his dick with her slit and plunged inside of her. She screamed around Phillip’s cock, drawing a hiss from him as he bowed back.

“Fuck, that felt like heaven. Do it again, Cam,” Phillip said.

Cam pulled back and plunged forward again, bumping her cervix. She screamed, though not as loudly as before.

Phillip’s eyes rolled back in his head.

Cam grinned and set a fast pace as he wasn’t about to last. He needed to feel her come around him. He reached between their bodies and began to stimulate her clit with his thumb and first finger. She moaned and thrashed her arms, trying to hold on to either Phillip or him, but she didn’t seem to be able to make up her mind. Phillip pulled out of her mouth and began pumping his dick with his hand until he shot cum all over her breasts. He moaned as he did.

Cam tunneled in and out of her sweet cunt over and over, pushing on her clit until she called out his name and squeezed the cum from his cock deep into her womb.

Chapter Eleven

Phillip climbed off the bed and hurried to turn on the water in the shower. They all needed a shower after that. He double-checked the temperature then returned to carry Lacy to the bathroom. She giggled, looking down at her chest.

“You have issues with breasts, Phillip,” she teased.

“And I love every one of those issues,” he told her as he stepped into the shower.

Cam walked in behind them and helped him lower her to the tile floor. They both bathed her, then bathed themselves. She stopped him from washing off the soap and drew pictures in the soap on his chest hair.

“What are you doing?” he asked, amused.

“Drawing my initials on you.” Phillip smiled indulgently. She was branding him as surely as he’d branded her with his cum.

“What about my chest hair? Doesn’t it deserve your artistic hand?” Cam asked.

“Wait your turn.” She stuck her nose up in a haughty manner and continued writing her initials all over Phillip’s chest. Then she pronounced him ready to rinse.

She turned and soaped Cam up and proceeded to brand him as well. Phillip looked at his friend and winked. Things were definitely looking up. He just hoped nothing happened to screw up their hard-won peace.

Once she had finished with Cam’s chest, she washed and rinsed her hair before stepping out of the shower. Cam turned off the water and dried off as Phillip dried Lacy off. He watched her expressions as she seemed to be thinking. They flitted across her face too fast for him to pick up on her mood.

“Okay you two, scoot. I need to dry my hair and unless you want your pieces and parts scalded by the hair dryer, you need to vamoose.”

They quickly left the bathroom to her and the deadly hair dryer. When it turned on Phillip pulled Cam over to the side of the bedroom.

“How’s it going?”

“Fine I guess. She isn’t pulling away from me anymore. Sometimes she looks sad, though. I don’t know why.”

“Give it time. She’s probably gotten homesick some. It will pass. Just don’t stop what you’re doing. She needs to know you care about her,” Phillip told him.

“Hell, Phillip. I think I love her. I think worrying about her has been all because of that.”

“I know I do,” Phillip confessed. “I have almost from the beginning. Show her as often as you can how you feel. When the mood is right, tell her. Just not after sex.”

“Hell. Even I know better than that.” Cam scowled at him.

Phillip shrugged. “Just saying.”

Not long after they’d finished dressing, Lacy walked out of the bathroom with her hair pulled back in a ponytail and started pulling on clothes.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m hungry. Someone distracted me from my soup and sandwiches.” She lifted an eyebrow and stared at Cam.

“Hey, I wasn’t the only one.”

“Yeah, but you started it.”

Phillip wrapped an arm around her waist and hugged her. She hugged him back and reached for Cam as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. Phillip was sure everything would be okay from then on.

They finished their late lunch and began going through papers to file them away for next year. Cam kept a journal of the weather and the crops. Phillip kept notes on the animals and fauna, making notes about unusual behaviors and new species they noted. They tried to make pictures of each thing they found, but the animals were obviously camera shy.

When they managed photos of the tracks, they printed them out on their desktop printer and added them to their journals.

She flipped through his notes and came across the ones about the strange animal they hadn’t seen yet but that had been leaving tracks around the outside of the house and grounds.

“What is it?” she asked pointing it out to him.

He wasn’t sure what to tell her. He looked to Cam, but his friend wasn’t paying attention. He shrugged and told her they weren’t sure.

“We haven’t actually seen it, only those tracks. He’s probably very dangerous, so if you see anything strange, go to the house, but don’t run. Most animals will chase anything that runs.”

She shivered and closed the book. “I’d rather stick to things I know. I won’t be outside much until springtime. Maybe it will have moved somewhere else by then.” She moved closer to him and watched as he finished separating out the papers to file.

“I’m going to sit in the living room and read,” she told him.

“We’ll be finished with all of this in another hour or so.” He pulled her into a hug and kissed her belly before returning to his filing.

When he finally finished he looked at the clock and cursed. He had been at it for nearly three hours.

“Cam, you finished over there?” Phillip quickly straightened up the desk and stood up and stretched. He could tell he had been sitting in one place for that long, too.

“Yeah. I was just noticing the time. It will be supper time in another hour. I bet Lacy is pissed.”

“Well, it had to be done, and now we don’t have that much to do with it for the rest of the winter other than watching for the animals.” Phillip waited for Cam to put away his journals.

“Wonder where she is. Do you think she’s still in the living room reading?”

“Maybe, if we’re lucky she fell asleep and took a nap.”

“Or maybe, you’re not lucky and she’s waiting for you in the hall,” a voice came from outside the office.

Phillip and Cam looked at each other and winced.

“Baby, time got away from us. I’m sorry.” Phillip braved the door first.

She was standing at the door with two cups of coffee in her hand. “I was just coming to give you some coffee and tell you the chili will be ready in another hour.”

“Thanks,” Cam said, taking his mug from her.

“Just what we needed.” Phillip took his and sipped it.

“What have you been doing?” Cam asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“I couldn’t get interested in the book, so I decided to make a snowman. He’s looking in the window at us in the kitchen.”

“You went outside without us?” Cam went still.

“Cam.” Phillip prayed he wasn’t going to blow up at her.

“Um, yeah. It’s daylight and I was just by the back porch.” She took a step back from Cam.

“Next time let one of us know where you are. That way if we can’t find you we know where to look,” Cam told her.

She nodded and Phillip sighed. Thank God he hadn’t blown up at her. If he had, they would have been back at square one.

“With that animal out there we don’t know about, we’d rather you didn’t go out by yourself right now.” Phillip tried to sound matter-of-fact about it.

“Sure, okay. I don’t really want to meet up with whatever it is making those tracks. They looked like Sasquatch tracks in that journal.”

“Well, maybe not Bigfoot, but something big, that’s for sure,” Cam said.

“The tracks actually look more like a big cat of some kind, with six toes instead of four or five.” Phillip walked back into the office and pulled out a picture of the tracks. “He has to weigh close to three hundred pounds, too, by how deep the tracks are compared to mine and Cam’s.”

“My God! You’re kidding. Three hundred pounds? That’s huge.” Lacy peered at the photo closer. “Whatever it is, I don’t want to be anywhere near it.”

Phillip looked over her head at Cam. They hadn’t told her how close the animal actually got to the garden during the summer. It was probably best not to, at this point.

“So, what are we having with the chili?” Cam asked.

“I fixed crackling bread.”

“What is that?” Phillip asked.

“It’s like cornbread, but you pour it thin and make several of the patties you can tear apart and dip in the chili.”

“Sounds interesting,” Cam said.

Lacy rolled her eyes at him and thumped him on the chest. “You’ll like it. Give it a chance.”

Phillip smiled. So far they were doing pretty good. If Cam could manage to keep from worrying so much, they might make it through the winter without killing each other. He followed the other two down the hall and back to the living room where they flopped on the couch in front of the fire. Things were looking up.

* * * *

Cam hugged Lacy as they stood in front of the kitchen window looking out at the snowman she had built earlier that day. He had to work hard at calming his racing heart. The thought of how long she had to have been outside without them to build the massive thing worried him. It had to be a good five feet tall.

It had his old John Deere cap on he had brought with him and arms made from corn stalks giving it leafy hands. She had unearthed some rocks for his eyes and mouth and a carrot for his nose. All in all, it was a very good snowman. But she had been outside by herself with whatever that thing was they still hadn’t seen. It scared him to death.

“He’s a fine specimen of a snowman.” Cam squeezed her shoulder. “I’m impressed.”

“Thanks, I’ve always wanted to build one that was taller than a foot high. I never had enough snow growing up, and then when I moved west, I never had the time.”

“You ought to be exhausted from building him and cooking supper. It was delicious, in case I didn’t tell you,” Phillip said from beside them.

“You told me about a hundred times now, but feel free to tell me a hundred more.” She giggled.

“You’re a glutton for praise.” Cam pulled her away from the window toward the stairs. “I’m feeling like a long soak in the tub.”

“Sounds good to me,” she said as he dragged her behind him.

“You coming, Phillip?” Cam asked.

“I’ll be up later.” Phillip waved them on.