by Marla Monroe
“I agree. I can’t wait to see the underwear on her. I hope she wakes up enough that we can convince her to try on at least one pair for us,” Edward said glancing over at her.
Porter smiled. She wasn’t going to be very happy about the underwear, but he’d compromised and gotten her some plain cotton ones for working. He knew from experience that sweating in the hot sun while wearing silk boxers wasn’t a pleasant experience. While he wanted to see her all decked out in the sexy silks, he didn’t want her uncomfortable. The special ones were for playtime.
“I sure am glad I let you talk me out of that pretty diamond ring,” Edward was saying. “The one you picked out seemed to have meant something to her. How did you know?”
“I didn’t. It just looked like her. She likes things simple and honest. You’re right though. It did seem to mean something to her. We lucked out on this round.” Porter brushed a light kiss over her hair before looking out around them to make sure they weren’t blindsided by something.
“We go to work tomorrow. I don’t like leaving her at the house all alone,” Edward said several quiet minutes later.
“Me either. We need to teach her gun basics tomorrow and spend a little time every day after work having her practice,” Porter agreed. “And we need to make sure she knows how to use the radio and call for help if she needs it.”
“Good point. I’d forgotten about the radio. I’m still getting used to not having cell phones.” Edward shook his head. “Even when we were learning about the dangers we faced while we were on the shuttle, I never really considered our wife would be alone and on her own for so much of each day. I don’t like leaving her, Porter.”
“Cam and Phillip said that once we got things going we could take turns working half days. That’s what they do.”
Edward shrugged. “Still isn’t enough. There are two of us. One of us should be able to stay around the house in case of trouble. I thought that was the entire reason for two men for every woman.”
“That’s the plan for when there are more of us, but there’s barely enough food produced now to hold everyone through the winter. Part of the cultivation has to be used for hay and grain for the cattle as well,” he reminded Edward.
“Any idea on how we’re going to handle being daddies?” Edward asked after another long stretch of silence.
Porter chuckled quietly. “Not a clue. I’m just praying to be able to handle diaper duty when it’s my turn. I managed to get out of that particularly nasty chore when I was around my nieces and nephews back on Earth. I doubt I’ll get that lucky here.”
“Not if I have anything to say about it you won’t,” Edward muttered.
* * * *
Something tickled her neck causing her to shrug her shoulders against it. She didn’t want to get up yet. She was sleeping so well. The sensation of air whispered across her earlobe just before something wet and hot closed over it. Hannah came awake with a shriek.
“Easy, baby girl. It’s just me.” Porter chuckled as she shivered all over.
“What are you doing?” She looked around and realized she was in the transport and they’d pulled up outside their home.
“Waking you up. If you’re too tired to walk, I’ll carry you, but I’d like to get unloaded as soon as possible so you’ve got to wake up, lazy bones.” His ouch when she popped him on the shoulder sounded wimpy to her.
“I can walk. Help me out of this thing,” she said, pulling at the harness securing her to the seat. “Where’s Edward?”
“He just carried a load inside. He’ll be back in a second.”
“I can’t believe I slept all the way back.” She yawned and stretched before scooting closer to the door so Porter could swing her down from the buggy.
“Let’s go,” he said, holding the rifle as they walked at a fast pace across the deep blue grass to the porch.
Once inside, Hannah headed directly to the kitchen. She was starving and so thirsty she wasn’t sure if there was enough of the stone berry lemonade to quench her parched throat. Had she been snoring?
By the time the guys had finished unloading, she had dinner on the table and a new batch of stone berry lemonade made up. She was seriously thinking about keeping two pitchers of the stuff in the fridge now.
“Something sure smells good,” Edward said, taking his seat at the table.
“It’s just something quick tonight. I don’t know why I’m so tired when I slept all the way back from the space station.” She sat down and they passed the food around the table.
Oddly enough, once she’d eaten half of the food on her plate, she wasn’t hungry any longer. She had thought she was going to starve before she got it ready. What was going on? Maybe she just had to get used to the weird atmosphere on Alpha and it was affecting her strangely. The next time she talked to someone, she’d ask about it. Maybe she could talk to Lacy on the radio the next day about it.
“Are you finished, Hannah?” Edward asked when she sat back in the chair.
“Yeah. I think my eyes were bigger than my stomach tonight. Either that or I filled up on the stone berry lemonade when I first got back. I was dying of thirst and drank two full glasses, one right after the other.”
“We should keep something to drink with us when we head out anywhere and plan to be gone longer than an hour, especially in the summer,” Porter suggested. “I didn’t even think about it. I’m sorry, baby.”
“I didn’t think about it either. It’s not your fault.” She stood up and picked up her plate to carry it to the sink.
“Are you sure you’ve had enough? You really didn’t eat that much and you didn’t eat much at lunch,” Edward said.
“I can always get a snack later if I get hungry. I’m full though.”
As she washed the dishes and cleaned up, Hannah kept looking at her ring and wanted to tell them again how much she appreciated it. Tears pricked her eyelids once again as she remembered how much her mother had loved her Celtic love knot ring. Her father wore one just like it but wider. She couldn’t help but wonder if she could get one made for each of her men. Then she remembered that they weren’t on Earth any longer. There wouldn’t be anyone to create or make things like that now. They would be more interested in making useful things, not frivolous jewelry.
Once she’d finished the kitchen, Hannah wondered into the living room to find both men sitting in their respective loungers talking about the strain of grain they were going to be planting in the next few days. When she settled on the couch with a book she’d brought with her they each smiled or winked at her but continued talking. It felt comfortable to sit there and read while they talked. She hadn’t felt this way since her parents had been gone.
“Hannah? Honey? Did you hear what I said?” Edward asked with a soft laugh.
“No. I’m sorry.” She looked over at where he still sat in his chair. She wondered how long she’d been reading or daydreaming, really.
“I asked if you were ready to model some of the clothes you got today.”
She frowned. “But I already showed you all of them when I was trying them on in the store.”
“Not those, baby girl. The ones I picked out at that first store,” Porter said in a husky voice.
“I–I didn’t realize you’d gotten anything,” she said, the idea of what he might have picked out worrying her.
“Oh, I chose a few things for you to wear just for us, sweet thing,” he said with a devious smile.
“I’m not sure I’m going to like this,” she said, standing up. “Where did you put them?”
“On the bed. We’ll wait for you down here. I think watching you parade down the stairs will be a treat indeed,” Porter told her.
She risked a glance in Edward’s direction and the sight of him licking his lips had her panties soaked. She’d never gotten wet like that just from the way a man seemed to anticipate looking at her. She prayed that whatever outfit Porter had chosen it would fit and she wouldn’t look like a pig shoved into a cellophan
e wrap. It would be hard enough to model something intimate in front of them despite the fact that they’d seen all of her, up close and personal already.
As soon as she walked into the bedroom Hannah knew she was in trouble. Porter had chosen more than a couple of pairs of panties. He’d picked out at least four complete outfits along with a few negligees. She had to give him credit for also picking out several changes of comfortable cotton underwear she could work in. Still, the lacy barely there outfits scandalized her. Going naked wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as the peekaboo selections he’d gotten her.
I’m going to look like a country cousin trying to dress up when I don’t know the first thing about being sexy.
Hannah sighed and fingered the silky material of a pretty pale pink bustier with matching garters. There was nothing for it except to see if they fit. She had been surprised to see that they did appear to be in her size. She debated on wearing the one pair of heels that had made it to Alpha with her but decided not to chance them on the stairs when she was already tired.
Once she’d smoothed the stockings on and double-checked to be sure everything looked okay, Hannah walked down the hall to the stairs and cleared her throat to get the guys’ attention. Nothing was said as she slowly walked down the staircase in her stocking feet. She paused at the bottom and waited for them to say something.
After what felt like an eternity, Edward stood up and crossed the floor in swift strides to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder before hurrying up the stairs.
“Hey! Where are you taking her? I wanted to see her turn a few times,” Porter called out not far behind them.
“Screw that. I’m so fucking hard now a few turns would be embarrassing,” he said.
Hannah couldn’t stop the giggle from erupting at his blunt admission. She’d never thought anyone would feel that way about her before. It was thrilling and a little scary at the same time to have a man that turned on.
“Don’t rip anything, Edward,” Porter all but growled as she found herself dropped on the bed to stare up at the other man.
Edward’s light blue eyes sparkled a shade darker than normal as he raked them up and down her body. The intense expression on his face was more than a little jarring to Hannah. She’d never had a man look at her quite like that before.
“I swear I can smell your pussy from here. I can see how wet you are. The wet spot between your legs has my dick in a twist. If I don’t get inside of you soon I’m going to go up in flames,” Edward said, his voice harsh and guttural.
“I want a taste of her before you fuck her blind, Ed. She’s going to taste so damn good.” Porter went to his knees at the side of the bed and reached for her panties.
“Leave the stockings and garters on,” Edward rasped out.
Hannah looked from where Porter was rolling her underwear down up to where Edward was already peeling out of his clothes. Her mouth watered at the sight of his thick cock throbbing in time to his heartbeat. She wanted to taste that little drop of pre-cum resting in the slit. She licked her lips and caught him looking at her mouth.
“Please?” she begged, dropping her eyes back down to where he’d fisted his dick.
“Hell, yeah.” Edward climbed on the bed next to her head and held his shaft in a tight grip next to her mouth.
She reached out with the tip of her tongue and ran it along the slit to scoop up the salty essence, closing her eyes as she savored it with a sigh. His taste exploded in her mouth and she knew she had to have more. With that single thought, Hannah reached up and wrapped one hand around the base of his dick below his fist and drew him toward her open mouth. Anticipation drew a whimper from her throat as he playfully fought her pull.
“Let me have it!” she finally yelled.
Chapter Eleven
Edward would have laughed at her demand had she not managed to close her mouth around the crown of his cock in that moment and squeeze all rational thought processes from him. Her hot, moist, mouth burned every synapsis in his brain to the point of frying so that he couldn’t have demanded she stop had he wanted her to.
The only word that made sense in his head was more. He wanted more of her wet, tight teasing, more of the way her moans vibrated along his shaft to tingle in his balls so that they were so sensitized that just a breath would set him off. Then she raked her nails over them and he howled with pleasure, curling his toes to hold back the instant rush of cum that threatened to erupt from his pulsing cockhead.
“Fuck her, Porter! I’m not going to make it out of this alive. She’s fucking ruining me,” Edward finally managed to get out.
Porter’s deep laugh should have pissed him off, but the man already knew what her mouth was like. He’d been inside it several times. This was Edward’s first trip down this road. Oh, hell, it wouldn’t be his last.
The way she swirled her tongue around his shaft and let her teeth barely rake at the lip of the crown of his dick sent shivers down to his toes. When she sucked it was as if the hounds of hell were snapping at his heels. The suction wasn’t just tight and compelling. It drew at him to the roots of his hair. The way she held his nuts in her hand, gently rolling and squeezing them while she stroked his shaft with her other hand, had him fighting not to dig his nails into her scalp any more than he already had. Her grip was nearly perfect. Women weren’t normally so aggressive, but she had it so close to that tight edge of pain that he had to look to be sure it was still her hand on his dick.
He knew the moment his partner entered her. She screamed around him, sending shards of fire tingling over his cock straight to his balls. Then she sank down on his dick with her sweet mouth and swallowed him at the back of her throat, scraping her nails along the perineum between his balls and his ass and that was all she wrote.
Edward yelled, didn’t scream, because men didn’t scream, until his throat was raw as his balls contracted up to the point of pain and hot ribbons of cum poured from his cock so hard and for so long he was afraid he’d turn inside out from it. Then he worried that he would choke his sweet Hannah but could do nothing about it while he was so caught up in the painful pleasure of a climax unlike anything he’d ever felt.
What. The. Fuck!
Even as he slowly regained control of his body Edward still had no control of his voice. His brain felt fried with pleasure. He released the golden strands of hair he’d gripped tightly in his hands and smoothed them down as he pulled from her mouth, afraid of what he’d see. Scared that he’d choked her, frightened her with his loss of control. Instead, when he finally looked down into her upturned face, he saw—happiness, joy. It floored him.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he managed to rasp out.
“No, I mean I’m fine. That was amazing,” she said.
He looked over to where Porter stood between her legs, massaging her outer thighs as he watched them. He’d stopped fucking her at some point. Probably to keep from shoving her throat down over his dick.
Looking back down at the amazing woman still smiling up at him, Edward knew she was perfect for them and that God or fate had planned for her to be theirs. He could feel the first tinges of love growing in his heart for her.
“Thank you, honey. I’ve never felt anything like what you just gave me.” He soothed his thumb over her swollen lips the color of cherries.
“Let’s take care of our wife, Edward,” Porter said in a soft voice with the barest hint of strain in it.
Edward looked up and smiled. “My pleasure.”
With that, he stretched out on his side and kissed Hannah as he ran the pads of his thumb over one peaked nipple. Her slight gasp into his mouth had him smiling. He wanted to give her just as much pleasure if not more than she’d just given him. His balls still ached with the force of his ejaculation.
Her deep moan reminded him that he had help in taking care of her with Porter easing in and out of her hot cunt. He knew firsthand how good that felt. Her tight muscles sucking at your dick while you sank balls deep inside of
her was enough to make him hard again. His groan joined hers and Porter’s.
Edward moved his mouth from hers to nip at her chin then kiss his way down her throat and around to her neck. There he sucked and licked, enjoying the salty taste of her excitement before moving lower to capture one ripe berry between his teeth. He squeezed her breast so that it forced more of the tight bud upward for him to suck on. Her gasp of pleasure told him all he needed to know as he ran the tip of his tongue around her hard nipple. Without giving her ease he moved to the other one and treated it with the same teasing moves.
“Oh, God! Please. I need to come.” Hannah’s plea had his cock stirring all over again.
“We’ll take care of you, honey. Just feel how hot it gets when you have to wait,” he said.
“No, no, no. Please don’t tease me,” she pleaded.
Hearing her beg for release was the sweetest sound. Their sweet demure Hannah could ask for what she wanted. He lightly bit her nipple then sucked it hard against the roof of his mouth as he plucked at the other tender bud. Fingers dug into his hair, holding him tightly against her breast as he sucked and pinched.
“Fuck!” Porter’s shouted cry confirmed that Hannah had exploded around the man.
Edward had her hands kneading his scalp as his ears rang with the keening cry of her orgasm. Knowing that he’d help give her that pleasure thrilled him, made him proud to be a man. He’d never thought about it before, though he’d always made sure the woman he was with found her release. Now it was a point of pride to know that he’d given her what she needed or at least part of it.
“Hell, she’s going to squeeze my dick off,” Porter rasped out.
Edward released the nipple from his mouth and looked up to see the exquisite torturous pleasure filling Porter’s face as the man came with a cry. It reminded him of his own explosive release of earlier and his cock jerked in response. Hannah was amazing, simply amazing, and she was all theirs.