The Trouble with Three Husbands (Daughters of Venus 1)

“We came up the mountain looking for you,” Harrison added. “I mean, I think it’s you we were looking for. You’re the lady supreme camp right?”

The lady supreme camp. That was the first time I’d ever heard us referred to in that way.

“I guess that would be us.”

“Lauren, stop talking to them, please. It’s not safe,” Alé begged.

I held up a hand to politely and quietly tell him to shut up.

“Harrison and Pike,” I said. “And you came here looking for us? Why?”

“We have never been with real women,” Harrison said.

I didn’t care to h

ear Harrison talk. I wanted the other guy, Pike, to say something. He didn’t. He was clearly angry.

Real women. What did that even mean?

“Listen,” I said to them both. “Our rules state that any outsiders who show up unannounced should be taken to our jailhouse. It’s not an uncomfortable place. You’ll be given access to a bathroom and a cot with a pillow and blanket. You’ll be fed. You’ll need to stay there temporarily until we sort this out.”

“Yes,” Harrison said. “We would love to stay wherever you want to put us. Just please don’t sent us back out there to the woods. It’s been a long and tedious journey.”

Pike just looked at me, his eyes finding mine and fixing themselves on them. I couldn’t see the color of his but something about his stare was icy and I felt drawn to the coldness. Pike didn’t say a word. But he nodded at me. And I thought maybe I saw the hint of a smile, but just at the corner, as if his lips were telling a little secret that only half his mouth was privy to.

Alé and Robert whisked the two men off to the jailhouse.

“What do you make of that?” Samantha asked me.

What did I make of it? I didn’t know. We’d had unexpected visitors before. Some had stayed and were now fellows. It was rare but it happened. But these two men were different.

“Don’t let Bethany see the blond one,” Twyla said. “That’s quite the fish for this little pond.”

“Yeah,” was all I could say.

I felt slightly stunned for some reason, caught off guard by the arrival of our new guests. Or were they something else?

“Or perhaps he’s the perfect guy for little Jessica,” Twyla added. “Sure beats Gavin.”

Sure did.

Later that night, Connor was exhausted. We lay in bed and spooned. I loved the feel of his heavy, muscular arm draped over me. His chiseled chest against my back, his flaccid member against my ass, and his breath on the back of my neck felt like home. I was home.

As Connor snored softly behind me, I couldn’t get the stranger’s eyes out of my mind. He’d stared at me as if looking straight through me, deep into my soul, with the intention to judge me for all that I am.

What did that mean? Why had he glared at me like that? And most importantly, why were my thoughts on him when I had Connor behind me and two other men asleep down the hall. Alejandro was just a couple of doors down and Bentley one down from that.

Still, the man was in my thoughts. There was something about him. He was big, strong, wild in a way. Handsome. He was definitely handsome.

I needed him out of my mind.

I reached behind me and found Connor’s limp member. I cupped his balls in my hand and gently ran my thumb over them. It didn’t take long for it to spring back to life, stiffening against my wrist.

He’d fucked me so good earlier in the night and here I was ruining his sleep to quench my starvation for his cock. Nothing makes you a nymphomaniac like three hot husbands always at the ready.

Other than availability, the unspoken jealousy that ran through the house always kept things hot. And Connor wasn’t one to disappoint. The man could fuck any hour of the day and only needed a few minutes to cool off before he’d be ready again.

I slid my hand away from his balls and wrapped it around his dick. I dug my fingernails into the underside and heard him moan.