Brown, Berengaria - Possess Me [Possessive Passions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Berengaria Brown Page A

sadly. They’d had such fun planning the layout of the flower beds. The men had been genuinely interested in her and her mother’s work growing roses and using the petals and hips to make ointments and soaps to sell over the Internet to support themselves.
    I’m just going to have to think of another project where they can help. Maybe if we extended the hydroponic gardens, added some new beds…
    The band, breaking into a lively tune, startled Shiloah out of her reverie. The Garden was officially opened, and now it was time for afternoon tea. Teams of young people brought out trays of sandwiches and paper cups of soda, and the crowd broke up as people wandered around the Garden or visited their relative’s room.
    About an hour later, Shiloah finished talking to her friends and looked around for her mother. It was time to go back home and parcel up the next day’s orders to ship out. There was no sign of Orna in the diminishing crowd, so Shiloah wondered if her mother had already left. Although it wasn’t like her not to say good-bye first.
    “Hey, Shiloah!”
    She turned, recognizing Goa’s voice, then almost swallowed her tongue. Up this close, he and Songstan looked so very, very good. Her pussy creamed, her nipples hardened, and her heart beat double-time. They wore identical crisp, white short-sleeved shirts, which showed off their tanned, muscled arms to perfection. The shirts were tucked into tight jeans that highlighted the defined muscles of their thighs. And their cocks. Ohmigod. Their cocks were long and thick and clearly visible under the tight, black denim.
    Shiloah blushed and raised her eyes to their faces only to see Goa’s gaze fixed on her nipples, which were pushing at the cotton fabric of her yellow shirt in an obvious way. Stan was licking his lips, his tongue flicking out in a sexy gesture that made her long to have that tongue in her own mouth or on her own lips.
    “Hi, Stan. Hi, Goa,” she managed, taking a deep breath and trying to drag her mind out of their pants.
    “We hoped you’d join us for a coffee,” said Goa, smiling deep into her eyes. She could drown in those chocolate pools. His eyes were so deep, so liquid, so panty-drenching hot.
    “Sure,” she replied. She could mail out the parcels later that night. Spending time with these men seemed a much better choice of activity right now.
    After they left the secure area, the men moved up, one on each side of her, and headed to the main intersection of pathways in the New Thimphu community. The city had been built primarily underground, beneath a long hill with offices, community buildings, administration buildings, and apartment blocks following the ridge of hills. At the intersection, instead of walking to the row of shops and cafés, the men took her arms and turned toward the apartment blocks.
    “What—” she began.
    The men pressed their bodies against her sides and wrapped their arms around her, banding her to them with the double grip.
    “We’re going to our apartment, here in purple block. We’re abducting you as is traditional among our people,” said Goa.
    “We’re sorry we couldn’t throw you over a horse and ride off with you like your fathers did with your mother, but we decided the difficulties involved in taking you up to the outside world, arranging for a horse, then still having to bring you down here again outweighed the romantic aspect. But we’ve made our apartment romantic for you.”
    “Well, you have to remember we’re men. As romantic as we could. We did ask some of the married men for ideas, though,” added Goa.
    Shiloah laughed. “And here I was wondering how I could arrange to see you again now that the Garden is finished.”
    The men pulled her even tighter against their bodies. She was hardly walking at all now, more or less being carried along by their legs and the pressure of their skin against hers. At the entry to purple apartment block, they stopped while Stan opened the door, and Goa