A Desconian Marriage of Convenience (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  “It wasn’t their fault,” she said quickly, perhaps thinking he’d misunderstood. “I might have done the same thing if the situations had been reversed. I don’t blame them for doing what they were ordered.”

  And there it was in a single sentence—the reason why he was quickly falling for this lovely woman. Her heart knew no bounds when it came to forgiveness.

  “I don’t blame them either,” he assured her quietly, “but I’d be willing to take a crack at Mrs. Doderson.” The words were half joking. He wouldn’t hit a woman no matter what the provocation, but if the bitch ever made her way to Descon, he’d be the first person in line to fill in the paperwork to send her home.

  Jenelle sat up slightly, wiping the tears from her face as she gathered her composure.

  “Anyway,” she said tiredly, “I’m not sure what happened when I was unconscious, but the next thing I knew it was several days later. I was in my own bed, and Mrs. Doderson was sitting with me, almost as if she cared if I lived or died.” Jenelle gave him a sad smile. “She told me that my sins had been washed away and that she’d made certain I wouldn’t sin again. I didn’t understand it at the time, but I think I know now what happened.”

  So did he, and the anger he felt for Jenelle and the child she might have been carrying boiled in his gut. He was still trying to drag his own emotions under control when she sighed quietly.

  “What will happen when the Desconian Fertility Council learns that I can’t have children?”

  “Jenelle,” he said, leaning back to see her face, “nothing is going to happen. I promise you that. We’ve come across infertile human women before. You’ve met Cindy Richards.” He smoothed a stray curl out of her eyes. “She was originally diagnosed as infertile. Nobody tried to send her home.”

  “It would have been a little harder to expel a princess and official intergalactic ambassador than it would be to shuffle an unknown human to another planet.”

  “I know you don’t have a whole lot of reasons to trust people, but I promise you that won’t happen.” She gave him a smile, but it was clear that she still expected to be screwed over. He supposed after a lifetime of negative experiences it was to be expected. “Did you get any medical tests done while you were on Earth?”

  She simply gave him a look that said he’d asked a really stupid question.

  “Okay,” he said, wondering if he was rushing things. “Would you let me run some tests for you?”

  She seemed to hesitate and then shook her head minutely. He was still deciding whether to back off or keep trying when she offered an explanation. “I don’t want you to be my doctor. I…um…” She blushed and dropped her gaze. “I would prefer to keep you as my friend.”

  “So you’ll go have some tests?”

  She nodded against his chest, but he didn’t miss the shudder that worked down her spine.

  “Would you like me to go with you? As a friend?”

  She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. “Would that be okay with your husbands? I mean…they don’t actually know me. I shouldn’t be monopolizing your time.” And then, as if she realized she was still sitting in his lap, she tried to awkwardly move away.

  “There’s an easy way to solve that,” he said, not wanting to let her go but refusing to frighten her by holding on, “come home with me.”

  “I don’t want to get in the way,” she said with a quick shake of her head. But then she jolted as if she’d just remembered something. “Isn’t it supposed to be your night off?”

  Busted.

  “You came in on your night off just to watch over me?”

  He couldn’t deny it without lying, so he just shrugged and gave her a smile.

  “Oh, hell, your partners probably already hate me. God, Tosh, go home, be with your husbands.”

  “Only if you come with me,” he said, trying to convince her that it would be okay. “Jenelle, they both know about you. They’d be thrilled to have a houseguest for a few days.” He tried his most pleading grin. “Come home with me. We have a couple of spare beds in our room. You can sleep in one, close enough for me to wake you up if the nightmares come, and I’ll still be able to sleep with Jax and Baylen.”

  “I don’t know,” she said, clearly tempted.

  “If you don’t like it, I’ll bring you straight back to the compound. No harm, no foul.” He lifted himself off the floor and held his hand out to her. “Come home with me, please.”

  She smiled shyly. “All right, but if Jax and Baylen don’t want a houseguest, you promise you’ll bring me straight home.”

  He grinned and nodded, knowing that Jax and Baylen weren’t going to be a problem. After everything he’d told them about the beautiful human helping the staff at the compound, both men were already eager to meet her.

  Chapter Two

  Baylen grinned as a warm hand ran over the globes of his naked ass. “You’re late,” he said in his best imitation of a grumpy voice. He wasn’t really upset. Both of his partners had incredibly demanding jobs, and he’d accepted that long ago, but it was always nice how they managed to make it up to him.

  This morning was no exception. Jax wrapped his arms around him, pressing his deliciously hard erection against Baylen’s ass as he peeked over his shoulder. “How long before breakfast?”

  “At least an hour…maybe more,” he said as he leaned over and turned the temperature on the oven down. This dish was better cooked slowly anyway.

  “In that case…”

  Baylen laughed as his oversized husband turned him around and quickly hoisted him over his shoulder. He had but a moment to appreciate the delicious view before they made it to the bedroom and he was unceremoniously dumped in the middle of the mattress.

  “Hands and knees, lover,” Jax said as he stood back with his arms crossed over his chest. “I need that ass.”

  His own cock throbbed in excitement as he did what his bossy husband ordered.

  “That is a beautiful sight,” Jax said as he came over to run a hand down Baylen’s spine. The harsh slap on his ass was a little unexpected, but the rush of adrenaline combined with his arousal worked to make his cock even harder. He sighed and wiggled his bottom, inviting more. He wasn’t disappointed. By the time Jax reached for the lube, Baylen’s ass felt like it was on fire. Hell, he’d probably glow in the dark if the lights weren’t on, but it was the delicious feel of Jax’s rough hand gliding lovingly over his burning flesh that had him gasping for air. His cock was so hard it left a smear of pre-cum against his stomach every time he twitched.

  Neither Jax nor Baylen worried about preparing his ass. They’d been married for five years and enjoyed a very healthy and active sex life. Between Jax and Tosh, Baylen rarely went a day without someone’s cock reaming his ass. And that was exactly the way he liked it.

  His cock coated in a thick layer of lube, Jax climbed onto the bed, lined up with Baylen’s ass, and thrust deep. Baylen gasped and shook all over, his arousal leaping into the stratosphere as Jax took him almost violently. Fuck, his arms shook so badly that he ended up collapsing. Jax growled a sound of approval and fucked him even harder. The pressure inside him grew, the need to come overwhelming everything else. He damn near screamed when Jax gripped his cock, squeezing hard, forcing him into dry orgasm before dragging his hips back and shoving his cock even deeper.

  Fuck.

  Jax’s movements faltered, his hips jerking as his own orgasm began, his cock throbbing deep inside Baylen’s back passage.

  “Come,” Jax growled as he grabbed Baylen’s cock again and jacked him hard and fast. Cum shot from him, his balls aching as he violently came all over the bedcover. Jax fell forward, his weight pressing Baylen deeper into the mattress, the quick kiss to the back of his neck Baylen’s only warning before Jax moved away.

  * * * *

  Tosh smiled as he and Jenelle stepped into the apartment he shared with his husbands. Despite the very early hour, if the sounds coming from the bedroom were any indication, Jenelle was l
ikely to get an up close and personal view of their energetic sex life.

  “Come on,” he said as he gripped her hand. “I’ll introduce you.”

  She resisted his movement, digging her heels in as she shook her head. “I–I don’t want to disturb them.”

  “Nonsense,” he said cheerfully, ignoring what he knew was natural behavior for a human. Jenelle had been living on Descon for nearly a year now. She’d be well aware of the uninhibited lifestyle most Desconians led. He saw no reason not to start her friendship with his husbands the way they intended to continue.

  It took some doing, but he finally managed to maneuver her into the bedroom just as Jax collapsed on top of Baylen. They were both panting hard, but as usual Jax moved away quickly.

  “Good morning,” Tosh said to his husbands. Jax looked his way, smiled that feral grin that warned he was in the mood to play, and then stalked toward him.

  “Why are you still dressed?” he asked.

  “I brought a visitor,” he said, tilting his head toward Jenelle.

  “I see that,” Jax said with a nod of greeting to Jenelle. “What I want to know is…why are you still dressed?” Jax reached for a cleaning laser, quickly cleaned himself, Baylen, and the bedclothes, and then turned his attention back to Tosh. His raised eyebrow said it all.

  “Clothes…right. That can be easily rectified,” he said jovially as he started stripping off. Jenelle looked ready to bolt. Fortunately, Baylen noticed her discomfort and did what he always did—took charge of their guest. Tosh barely had a moment to watch Jenelle’s escape before he found himself spread-eagled facedown on the bed. He shivered in delight as Jax secured his wrists and ankles in the restraints and turned to the toy cupboard.

  * * * *

  “First time out of the compound?” the man asked her as he led her into what appeared to be the kitchen. She assumed this was Baylen. The other one was a huge bear of a man, so she figured he was the one who worked as a royal guard and this man in front of her was the homemaker. It had seemed such a foreign concept when she’d first reached Descon that she’d been shocked to learn that “homemaker” had, a long time ago, been a type of voluntary employment many women on Earth had enjoyed.

  At the time it had been almost as foreign a concept as motherhood to Jenelle.

  She was so busy trying to sort out in her head who was who and what was what that she didn’t notice Baylen waiting for an answer until he touched her hand lightly.

  “Are you okay?”

  She shook her head but gave him a small smile. “I think so. I just wasn’t…well, I suppose I should have…um…expected…” She flinched at the low howl of pain that came from the bedroom and glanced at Baylen worriedly.

  He seemed confused at first, but then, as if a lightbulb had turned on in his head, he smiled and waved a hand in the general direction of the bedroom. “That’s just Jax playing.”

  “Huh?” Perhaps not her most intelligent response, but the sounds of slapping and pain didn’t sound much like play to her.

  “Didn’t Tosh tell you anything about us?”

  “He did,” she said, trying to drag in a full breath. It was weird how the low moans were somehow spreading a heat in her lower belly. It wasn’t quite fear, and it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but she couldn’t really pinpoint what it was. “Tosh said that you”—she dragged in a deep breath before she could continue—“th–three have a very active and healthy sex life.”

  “That we do,” Baylen said with a grin. “Would you like to go back into the bedroom and watch?”

  She was tempted, very tempted, but she shook her head instead.

  “How about some breakfast then? It should be nearly ready.”

  “I’m okay,” she said, worrying that he hadn’t known she was coming. “I’d be happy with a cup of coffee.” She hesitated again. “Or the…um…Desconian equivalent.”

  “Nonsense,” Baylen said as if he could see right through her. “There is plenty of food. The way Jax eats I always make extra.”

  “But—”

  “No buts, Jen,” he said, grinning when she realized that he already knew who she was. “Plant your butt on the seat over there, and you and I will enjoy a leisurely breakfast while we wait for those two to finish up.”

  * * * *

  Tosh groaned as the flogger landed on his ass, the sweet sting sending heat spreading outward. Fuck, Jax was good at this. All the worries of last night melted away as Tosh let his lover take charge. Over and over Jax hit him with the soft strips of leather, gradually making the strokes harder, sending Tosh into that floating space somewhere between awake and asleep, his body moving instinctively into the blows, anticipating, aching, craving the next tiny sting. Jax gave him no reprieve, offered him no quarter as he brought the flogger down again and again, Tosh’s legs, arms, and ass heating under his lover’s skillful attentions.

  “Come for me,” Jax ordered as he pressed his cock against Tosh’s ass. He groaned, his cum spurting from him as Jax slid deep into his back passage, filling him, completing him, giving him everything he needed. Jax jolted, his arms shaking as Tosh’s orgasm ripped through him and his anal muscles caressed Jax’s length. “Fuck,” Jax whispered a moment before he started thrusting into Tosh’s ass. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, Jax fucked him into the mattress. Unable to move, still tied in place, Tosh could do nothing but accept his lover’s gift.

  Jax growled as his own orgasm began, the familiar feel of his lover’s cock throbbing inside him bringing tears to Tosh’s eyes. The big guy was a man of few words, but he had a way of making his husbands feel like they were the center of his universe.

  But as always the cuddle was brief, the kiss to the back of his neck achingly familiar, and then Jax climbed off him and grabbed the cleaning rod. He undid the restraints, massaged the ache from Tosh’s shoulders and hips, and then cleaned them both down.

  “Do you want a shower?” he asked as he helped Tosh to his feet. The idea of warm water was appealing, but it was the realization that Jenelle was waiting for them in the other room that made him shake his head.

  He held his hand out for his husband. “Come and meet Jenelle.”

  Jax let Tosh lead him into the kitchen, where Baylen and Jenelle were sharing breakfast and talking quietly.

  Jax pushed Tosh into the seat beside Jenelle, grabbed a fruit juice, and ordered him to drink it. Seeing the worried look on Jenelle’s face, Tosh gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile and did as his husband ordered. He was still feeling a little light-headed, so he relaxed into the seat and sipped at the juice as Baylen and Jax got his breakfast.

  “Are you all right?’ Jenelle whispered worriedly. He followed her line of sight and could have kicked himself. Hell, mere hours after learning that she’d been horribly, painfully whipped by a psychotic woman, he’d allowed Jax to flog him without explaining any of it to Jenelle first. What Tosh, Jax, and Baylen shared was loving and consensual, but that wouldn’t be easily understood by a woman who’d known such pain.

  He reached for her, but she pulled away and glanced fearfully at Jax. Jax noticed.

  Shit. Tosh needed to do some explaining very quickly.

  Chapter Three

  Jax raised an eyebrow in question. He was a big guy and often used his size to advantage in his duties as a royal guard, but he didn’t usually inspire the type of terror written on Jenelle’s face. It was especially concerning considering that she hadn’t seemed frightened of him earlier.

  “I’m sorry,” Tosh said, looking embarrassed. “I didn’t get around to explaining some of our more unusual kinks.”

  “Such as?” Jax asked in a low voice. Their kinks weren’t that unusual for Desconians, but even people who weren’t actively involved in their chosen lifestyle didn’t react with the type of fear Jenelle was exhibiting.

  Tosh turned to Jenelle as if asking her permission to explain. Annoyed at the feeling that he’d somehow done something wrong, Jax crossed his arms and waited. Thankf
ully Jenelle nodded her head, but it didn’t erase the fear from her eyes.

  “Jen has a reason to be frightened of whips.” Jax didn’t actually use a whip, so he didn’t understand the problem. When it seemed that an explanation wasn’t going to be forthcoming, Jax turned his frown toward Baylen. Baylen shook his head slightly, but it was clear that he didn’t know anything more than Jax. That at least went a little way to soothing his temper. He hated feeling like he should have known something he didn’t.

  “I’m sorry,” Jenelle said in a small voice. “I…um…it was a form of punishment where I grew up.”

  Her soft words hit him like a punch to the gut. “You were whipped as a child?”

  “Only once,” she said quickly, “when I was about seventeen, I think.”

  “You think?” he asked, wondering why the hell she would only think she’d been seventeen.

  She glanced at Tosh, obviously seeking comfort from a familiar person. Jax was glad she had that, but it didn’t stop the ache he felt for the young woman she’d once been.

  “I don’t actually know when my birthday is, but it was the year I officially turned seventeen.”

  “What the hell?” Baylen asked, obviously as shocked as Jax felt.

  Jenelle blushed crimson.

  “I’m sorry, Jen. This is my fault. I’ve been spending so much time around humans I tend to forget that most Desconians don’t really know that much about Earth.” He turned to Jax, his eyes pleading with him to let this go, but somehow it felt wrong to mention such a traumatic event just to ignore it.