Their Independent Bride [The Men of Space Station One #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Page A

down here? I can’t sleep between you in the bed. I keep knocking my foot against one of you.”
    “I want to hold you, baby.”
    “Why not try the recliner, Greg?” Steven suggested.
    “Good idea. You bring her over to me.”
    She watched as Greg sat on the recliner and pushed it back to a lounging position. Then Steven picked her up and carried her over to hand her to him. It took a few minutes for her to situate herself, but once she had, she actually felt pretty comfortable. Greg, on the other hand seemed a bit uncomfortable. She realized the reason why. His cock was stuck between her and him so that her ass had it thoroughly trapped.
    “Um, sorry. Do I need to move?”
    “No! Don’t move anymore. You’re settled now. It will be fine.”
    Janet winced at the obvious discomfort in his voice. Steven chuckled and sat in his recliner. Everything settled down and after a few minutes, the men were both asleep. She was afraid she wasn’t going to sleep, but slowly her eyes became heavy and she slipped off into slumber.

Chapter Ten
     
    Steven woke slowly from a highly erotic dream with Janet and Greg in it. He could almost feel Janet’s skin against his. He opened his eyes and noticed that the room was slightly darker than usual. He quickly climbed out of the recliner and found that it was later than they had planned. He gently woke Janet first so she wouldn’t hurt her ankle.
    “Love, time to rise and shine.” He kissed her lightly on the lips.
    She roused with a frown. She looked to be a bit grumpy. He grinned. She was cute when she was fussy.
    “What? What time is it?”
    “It’s nearly five. We’ve slept the day away.”
    “What’s going on?” Greg woke instantly.
    “It’s late. We need to get up.”
    “Aw, hell. How did we sleep so long?” He glanced at his watch and cursed.
    “I guess we were all more tired than we thought.” Janet yawned. “I could use some coffee.”
    “Your wish is my command.” Steven headed toward the kitchen but stopped to find out the verdict on her foot.
    “Let’s settle you on the couch again, baby. I need to see about your ankle.”
    “I think it’s much better. I should be able to walk on it some when they get here.” Her voice sounded hopeful.
    “We’ll see.” He sat the chair back upright and then carried her over to the couch.
    He looked over her ankle and shin again. He shook his head and sighed.
    “It looks well enough you can try putting some weight on it, but I really wish you wouldn’t. You’re only going to make it worse.”
    “I’ll get off it as soon as they leave. Plus, I’ll be off it while we talk.” She smiled.
    “I’m going to warm up some soup and make sandwiches for us along with the coffee.”
    Steven walked back toward the kitchen. He knew this was going to be a long night. Not only were they going to have company who would probably stay a bit late, but Janet was going to end up in more pain by the end of the night and much grumpier because of it. He put on the coffee then began to warm up soup and make sandwiches. They needed to eat something, and their neighbors would arrive soon.
    Thirty minutes later, they were eating at the table. Greg had grudgingly allowed her to sit up and see how her ankle did. They discussed what all they wanted to go over with the men while Janet remained quiet. He was sure she was listening to every word even while thinking about seeing Carmen again. He could tell she was excited by the look in her eyes when Greg had agreed to let her up.
    Around seven, their guests knocked on the door and they all greeted them. Brad and Kirk shook their hands, and Janet quickly ushered Carmen into the kitchen. He heard the other woman commenting on Janet’s obvious limp but didn’t hear Janet’s response.
    They discussed the various creatures they had read about in the brochure and told the others about the doglike creature that Janet had seen their first day. Then they told them about the scratches on the door.