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Monroe, Marla - Their Reluctant Submissive [Knights in Black Leather 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe
Authors: Marla Monroe
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nozzle and squeezed out her hair before stepping out of the shower, drawing her along with him. The air in the bathroom was slightly cooler, and she immediately shivered. In less than a second, Marx had wrapped a towel around her hair and was drying her body with another one.
When Jackson stepped out of the shower after turning the water off, he helped pat her dry. Marx moved on to her hair and soon had it dried of excess water. He positioned her on a stool and slowly began to work the tangles out while Jackson used the dryer on it, waving it back and forth across the wild strands.
Once Marx was satisfied her hair was sufficiently dried, he carried her back to bed and settled her in the middle of the bed. He and his brother climbed in on either side of her, pulling the covers up to cover them. Marx spooned her back while Jackson pulled her arm over his chest and settled her head on his shoulder.
“Sleep, little one.” It was Marx’s voice in her ear that gave her the little push she needed.
As she worried over what the morning would bring, Kelly fell asleep.
* * * *
Marx woke before nine the next morning despite how late it had been when they had finally gone to sleep. He quickly took inventory of everything and was satisfied that nothing was out of balance. Kelly was still sleeping between him and his brother, and the house felt secure. He knew the ranch hands would have everything moving along without his help. Today was about securing Kelly into a relationship with them.
He listened to her quiet breaths alongside Jackson’s soft snore. The feel of her warm body against his felt right. He wanted to wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life. He had known immediately that she was the one for them, but wasn’t sure they would be able to win her trust in order to make it happen. He wasn’t kidding himself. They still had a battle ahead of them, but he felt much better about the outcome.
Neither he nor his brother wanted a full-time slave or submissive, but he tended to be more demanding than his brother and was thankful that Jackson was there to keep him grounded. Without Jackson’s presence, he was afraid he would push too hard or ask too much of their woman. Though he deeply cared about her, Marx didn’t think he was capable of love or of sensing the deeper emotions of a woman like his brother was. He depended on Jackson to handle the emotional needs of Kelly that he wasn’t capable of taking care of. It was one of the reasons they worked so well together.
Marx could handle the occasional punishments and disciplines when necessary and would always make sure she had what she needed and was safe, but beyond that, he had trouble connecting on a deeper level with a woman. More than one submissive had accused him of being cold. He hoped that he could give Kelly what she needed so she wouldn’t always see him that way.
Kelly moaned in her sleep and turned in his arms. She snuggled up to his chest and curled her fingers in his chest hair. The slight sting didn’t bother him. He welcomed the sensation and the ripple of feeling that it gave him.
He cupped the back of her head and kissed her forehead before closing his eyes to wait for her to wake up. Her warm breath against his chest had his cock jerking his morning wood in a painful move. As much as he wanted to sink his dick into her sweet pussy right then, Marx wanted her to get more sleep.
He wasn’t sure how long he lay there thinking about what all he wanted to do to her, but he knew the minute she woke up by the stiffness in her body. He smiled, looking forward to the argument ahead.
“Morning, Kelly. Did you sleep well?”
She pushed back from his embrace, and he let her. When she looked up into his face, he saw a brief glimpse of her vulnerability before she hid it behind an annoyed expression.
“I need to get up.”
He felt his face curl into a small smile. She was delightful with her insistence on being independent. He didn’t
When Jackson stepped out of the shower after turning the water off, he helped pat her dry. Marx moved on to her hair and soon had it dried of excess water. He positioned her on a stool and slowly began to work the tangles out while Jackson used the dryer on it, waving it back and forth across the wild strands.
Once Marx was satisfied her hair was sufficiently dried, he carried her back to bed and settled her in the middle of the bed. He and his brother climbed in on either side of her, pulling the covers up to cover them. Marx spooned her back while Jackson pulled her arm over his chest and settled her head on his shoulder.
“Sleep, little one.” It was Marx’s voice in her ear that gave her the little push she needed.
As she worried over what the morning would bring, Kelly fell asleep.
* * * *
Marx woke before nine the next morning despite how late it had been when they had finally gone to sleep. He quickly took inventory of everything and was satisfied that nothing was out of balance. Kelly was still sleeping between him and his brother, and the house felt secure. He knew the ranch hands would have everything moving along without his help. Today was about securing Kelly into a relationship with them.
He listened to her quiet breaths alongside Jackson’s soft snore. The feel of her warm body against his felt right. He wanted to wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life. He had known immediately that she was the one for them, but wasn’t sure they would be able to win her trust in order to make it happen. He wasn’t kidding himself. They still had a battle ahead of them, but he felt much better about the outcome.
Neither he nor his brother wanted a full-time slave or submissive, but he tended to be more demanding than his brother and was thankful that Jackson was there to keep him grounded. Without Jackson’s presence, he was afraid he would push too hard or ask too much of their woman. Though he deeply cared about her, Marx didn’t think he was capable of love or of sensing the deeper emotions of a woman like his brother was. He depended on Jackson to handle the emotional needs of Kelly that he wasn’t capable of taking care of. It was one of the reasons they worked so well together.
Marx could handle the occasional punishments and disciplines when necessary and would always make sure she had what she needed and was safe, but beyond that, he had trouble connecting on a deeper level with a woman. More than one submissive had accused him of being cold. He hoped that he could give Kelly what she needed so she wouldn’t always see him that way.
Kelly moaned in her sleep and turned in his arms. She snuggled up to his chest and curled her fingers in his chest hair. The slight sting didn’t bother him. He welcomed the sensation and the ripple of feeling that it gave him.
He cupped the back of her head and kissed her forehead before closing his eyes to wait for her to wake up. Her warm breath against his chest had his cock jerking his morning wood in a painful move. As much as he wanted to sink his dick into her sweet pussy right then, Marx wanted her to get more sleep.
He wasn’t sure how long he lay there thinking about what all he wanted to do to her, but he knew the minute she woke up by the stiffness in her body. He smiled, looking forward to the argument ahead.
“Morning, Kelly. Did you sleep well?”
She pushed back from his embrace, and he let her. When she looked up into his face, he saw a brief glimpse of her vulnerability before she hid it behind an annoyed expression.
“I need to get up.”
He felt his face curl into a small smile. She was delightful with her insistence on being independent. He didn’t
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