Their Independent Bride [The Men of Space Station One #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (2 page)

Janet decided that someone had to have cleaned and stocked the house for them before they arrived. The floors were free of dust as was the furniture. There was plenty to eat in the pantry, fridge, and freezer. They wouldn’t need supplies anytime soon. She found that the house had four bedrooms and two baths, a large eat-in kitchen, and a nice-size living room with an office tucked around the corner.

The master suite was comfortable for three people with a very large bathroom. It had both a huge tub and a walk-in shower large enough for three. Of course, considering that her husbands were so large, it was a good thing. She thought about them as she waited for them to finish unloading the transport.

Steven looked to be about six feet six inches with shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes. He was muscular without being thick and had a tight abdomen as well. When he picked her up and set her down from the transport, she had felt safe and secure in his arms. She liked that about him. It was obvious that they worked very hard for a living due to the calluses on their hands and their sun-kissed skin.

Greg stood nearly the same height, maybe an inch shorter. He had a lighter brown hair than Steven but the same hazel eyes. It was obvious that they were related in some way, so she had asked and found out they were cousins.

Both men were Dominants and used to the D/s lifestyle. She wasn’t and didn’t intend to start now. She had already resigned herself to an in-depth conversation with them as soon as things settled down.

Janet busied herself unpacking all the suitcases and trunks they had brought up. She figured out several things about the men from their packing style and clothes. One, they were neat freaks. Good, so was she. Two, they didn’t wear underwear since there was none packed. Three, they wore the same clothes since all the jeans were packed in one suitcase and all the T-shirts were packed in another one and the sweatshirts packed in another one. The only thing that seemed to separate them was their shaving essentials. They kept their own kits. She placed both kits in the bathroom next to a sink with her bag in the middle.

Once she had everything unpacked, she wandered downstairs to see how they were coming along. When she walked out on the back porch, it was to see a strange-looking animal that looked much like a dog sitting at the edge of the drive. It appeared to be watching the transport out by the shed. She knew that the men were unloading supplies into the shed from the trailer behind it.

She watched the creature for several minutes until it jerked around to see her and ran off. Shrugging, she started out across the yard to check on the men. When she arrived at the shed they were unloading several pallets of supplies.

Steven looked up as she walked inside the shed.

“What are you doing outside? It’s too dangerous for you to be out here.”

“I have to be able to work in the garden. What is the difference between being out here and in the garden?”

Both men opened their mouths to say something then shut them again. Their lips formed straight lines.
Uh-oh
. She’d pissed them off.

“Look, I just came out to tell you that there was an animal watching you from the drive earlier. It looked like one of those doglike things in the booklet. I wanted you to be careful.” She turned to storm off when Greg’s hand caught her around the waist. He hauled her up over his shoulder and carried her back to the house with Steven right behind them.

“Put me down! What are you doing?”

“We’re going to have our talk now instead of later,” Greg said.

They filed into the house, through the kitchen, and into the living room. He sat down on the couch with her in his lap. Steven sat next to him and looked just as serious. Janet wasn’t sure what they were going to do. She felt a little nervous of them now.

“Look, I don’t know how they managed to put the three of us together, but they did, so we have to live with it. We’re Dominants and can’t change who we are any more than you can change who you are. I personally think you would enjoy the lifestyle if you would just try it, but we can’t make you. I wouldn’t want to make you. It’s no good if you haven’t embraced it.” He sighed and then continued.

“That being said, we will not allow you to put yourself in danger. If we tell you something that is for your safety, we expect for you to obey us without question. Because you aren’t our submissive, everything else is up for discussion.”

“I’m supposed to blindly follow your directions when my life could be at stake. How do you know that I don’t know what I’m doing?” she argued.

“We don’t, but we know what we’re doing, and what we say goes,” Steven joined in.

“I still don’t get why I should trust you. I don’t know you.”

Greg and Steven looked at each other and sighed.

“There’s where the problem is. Trust. You have to be able to trust us to know what is best for you and follow our instructions. If you would give us a chance to show you that we can be trusted, maybe we can work this out between us,” Steven suggested.

“What do you mean?”

“Allow us to prove that we can be trusted with your safety and pleasure. Give us your submission in bed.” Greg ran his hand up and down her back in a soothing rhythm.

She was enjoying it far too much for her comfort level. Janet wiggled to get down, but he clamped a hand over her legs to keep her still.

“Janet, we’re living on a very dangerous planet if we can believe that brochure. There are a lot more dangers out there than we were told about on the shuttle. Please give us this much control. We can’t concentrate on our safety or our jobs if we are worried about you. If we know you will trust us and follow our directions concerning your safety, then we won’t be distracted,” Steven tried again.

Janet swallowed around a rather large lump in her throat and nearly choked. Trust them in bed? Let them have their way with her sexually to learn to trust them? Could she give up control enough to do that? For how long? She thought it over for several seconds before she nodded.

“I’ll submit to you in bed for twenty-four hours to see if I’m comfortable trusting you.”

“Fair enough. Then we’ll discuss it again afterwards.” Greg nodded his head.

“For now, would you please stay in the house and not come out without one of us with you until we’ve had time to look around the house?” Steven asked.

“Okay, I’ll stay inside. I need to work on dinner anyway. How long before you’re ready to eat?”

“Probably another hour and a half,” Greg said.

Greg slipped her off his lap, holding his hand at her back until he was sure she was steady. Little things like that she enjoyed. It was the big things they were going to have trouble with. The men stood up and headed back outside to finish unloading the trailer.

Janet returned to the kitchen to decide on what to put together for dinner that night. She realized after a few minutes of staring at nothing that she was nervous about the coming night now. She had never allowed another man to call all the shots in bed. Not because she was aggressive, but simply because she had never trusted another person with her safety before.

She’d learned early in life that if she didn’t look out for herself, no one else would. Her own parents had been too tied up in their lives to worry about her. Her previous lovers hadn’t worried overly much about if she was satisfied or not. Her boyfriends tended to care more about what was going on in their lives than what had happened in hers. She was used to seeing after herself. Now Greg and Steven wanted her to trust them to take care of her. It went against everything she knew about people and men in particular.

Somehow she would get through it, though. It was only for twenty-four hours and only in bed.

“I’m really worried about how we’re going to keep Janet safe, Steven. She’s too independent for us. What in the hell were they thinking?” Greg moved some forming material over to the shed.

He had nothing to complain about her physically. She was a tiny thing for them, but she had the general body type they both loved. She had rounded hips with curves and a slightly rounded abdomen. Her generous breasts were pleasing as well. He wanted to bury his cock in her ass and his face in her breasts every time he looked at her. Her heart-shaped face and startling green eyes were accented by strawberry-blonde hair that stopped at her shoulders. She couldn’t be more than five feet two inches. She brought out every protective streak in him, which left them in a mess.

“I don’t know, but we’ve got to figure something out. We’re married for life, and this damn planet is a lot more dangerous than they originally told us.”

“We’ll start tonight trying to change her mind about submission.” Greg felt like it was their only chance at staying sane around her.

“When she first talked to us on the shuttle, I would have sworn she was a submissive with the way she looked down and let us lead. The more she got to know us, the more independent she became.”

“I think the independence in her is the learned behavior. I think she’s had to be that way in the past, so she wears it like a shield now.”

“If you’re right, what will it take to break through that shield without damaging her? She’s actually a sweet little thing.”

“I don’t know, Steven, but we’ve got to figure it out for all our sakes, and we’ve got to figure it out fast.”

They worked in silence for a little while longer then started talking about the other family that would be working with them building houses. They were going to meet up with them in a few days for dinner to get to know each other better. They had spent some time together on the shuttle but had been so tied up learning about the plant and how to work the machinery that they hadn’t gotten to know them that well. Greg was looking forward to finding out how the other family was faring with all the dangers.

“Looks like that about does it,” Steven said as he dropped the last pallet against the side of the shed. “Let’s put the transport up in the garage and see about dinner. It should be ready by the time we shower and change.”

“I’m all for that. I’m starved.” Greg followed Steven back to the transport.

Once they had it parked in the garage, they walked into the kitchen to an amazing smell of something he hoped was edible.

“Hey, you’re back. Dinner will be ready in another fifteen minutes.”

“We’re going to go take a shower and change clothes. We’ll be back downstairs about that time.” Steven hurried up the stairs.

Greg smiled at Janet and just looked at her for a few seconds.

“What?”

“You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

“Um, thanks.” She wiped her hands on her pants as if her hands had gone sweaty.

He liked that he could get her flustered. He turned and walked toward the stairs. He needed that shower now. His cock was standing at attention. It had been ever since he had gotten to thinking about her luscious body and what the night would bring.

As soon as he finished in the shower, he dried off and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. She had figured out that they wore the same clothes and hadn’t bothered separating them out. Good. He liked that she didn’t question anything about their personal preferences. Only when it came to her had she voiced concerns. They would work through those and teach her all about the joys of submission. They might have to compromise outside of the bedroom, but he was willing to bet they could convince her that sex with them their way involved a lot more pleasure.

He and Steven took the stairs together and walked into the kitchen at the same time Janet was serving their plates.

“I hope you like this. It’s a native dish. It tasted decent onboard the shuttle when we made it, but I added a few things. It’s made with currik, a potato-like vegetable.”

“It smells delicious,” Steven said.

They all sat down and began to eat. Greg lifted his eyebrows at the taste of the new food. It was pretty good, a little chewy, but good.

“I think it needs more cooking. It’s a little tougher than it should be. I’m sorry. I’ll eventually learn.”

“Don’t worry about it, Janet. It’s really good. Learning to cook with foreign foods is going to be tough,” Steven assured her.

They finished eating while talking about when to start work on the new house and construction in general.

“I’ll call Brad and Kirk on the radio and ask what their thoughts are on starting and when we’re going to meet for a meal,” Greg said.

“I can’t wait to see Carmen again. I think we’ll be great friends. I just wish we didn’t live so far away from each other.”

“You’re only a fifteen- or twenty-minute drive. We can take you to visit her sometimes.” Greg sat back in his chair. He was full.

“Why don’t you two go on in the living room while I clean up the kitchen? I’ll bring you some coffee in a few minutes.”

Greg and Steven both got up and headed for the other room, leaving Janet to clean up. Greg chose a recliner and settled into it. Steven took the other one. They talked about what they would do the next day. Both agreed that getting the garden in was a top priority. They needed to till it up into rows for planting. It would probably take all day to get it ready and then they could plant the next day.

“Are you talking about the garden?” Janet asked, walking in the room with two cups of coffee.