The Trouble with Three Husbands (Daughters of Venus 1)

“And goddess is so true,” Pike said.

He was flirting with me, this time not just through glances and grins. He was verbally letting me know he was into me.

I think I may have blushed. I put a hand to my face, covering it for a second.

“You’re very bold,” I said, trying to bring my hardened exterior back to the front. I was a Dove and these were just visitors, not even potential fellows…at least not yet.

“I don’t intend to be,” Pike said. “I just haven’t seen a woman as sexy as you in a long long time.”

This guy is slick. Wow.

“So your goal here is to get some hot pussy,” I snapped, putting a sharp edge on the last two words.

Harrison’s eyes shot open and his jaw dropped. He wasn’t expecting that.

“No,” Pike said. “You don’t get it. I want to be one of your men here. Harrison and I were part of a biker gang on the coast but we’re ready to settle down.”

I wanted to hear more. So I didn’t say a word.

“You must let men in sometimes, right?” Harrison asked. “I mean…you must.”

“If you want us to leave, we’ll leave,” Pike said. “We’re not here to cause trouble. But I hope you’ll give us a chance to wash up, maybe a change of clothes if possible, let us present ourselves for the men we really are, then you and the other ladies…”

“Doves,” I reminded him.

“Doves,” he said. “Give us a chance to do whatever we have to do to fit in. I, we, know you take more than one husband. That would be new to me. To him too. But I think it’s something I could get used to if it meant having you in my life.”

Me? You want me specifically? You’ve got to be kidding me.

“I don’t mean to offend you but I’m a taken woman. I have three husbands.”

He just nodded, his eyes fixed on mine. His smirk grew. Cocky bastard. Didn’t he hear what I’d just said?

“Just please help us get out of here and get a chance,” Harrison said.

“I’ll see what I can do,” I promised.

With that, I left the men alone in their cell.

I called a meeting with the seven later that day. It was decided we needed a couple of fresh faces in the community. But we weren’t crazy. Nobody was able to just enter the potential fellow pool without first speaking with our resident psychiatrist and going through a strict set of tests, one of which being the lie detector test.

I was satisfied with the decision. It wasn’t like I’d be able to take a new husband but there were so many women in need of a new suitor. All the best looking men were either already taken or too young. A few of the teenagers would grow to be fine, strong men but to take one of them so early would be morally wrong. We were Doves, not pedophiles.

The day of the testing was my day with Alejandro. I woke up alone in my bed. The morning following my alone days was always strange to me. Most nights I spent pleasing or being pleased by one of my husbands so whenever I woke up alone I felt somewhat lost.

I slept naked all nights, never liking the feel of fabric on my skin as I slept. I’d need to put panties on the next few nights. My period was coming soon. It always came right on time which meant I had just a few days. My horniness and slight cramping was a reminder.

I stretched my naked body out, opening my legs and enjoying the cool breeze that floated through the window. I listened for the sound of the birds chirping outside the window but instead was greeted by a thudding sound that went off every thirty seconds or so.

I pulled myself out of bed, wrapped myself up in my robe, and headed outside to see what the noise was all about. I barely made it out the back door when I saw Alejandro, his huge, massive chest and arms glistening with sweat, his tattoos moist. He wore only a pair of camouflaged pants and a wooden beaded necklace one of the kids had given him for his birthday. He didn’t see me watching him so I sat down on the edge of the patio and spied on him.

My God he was beautiful. His tan skin and unshaven face. He was a man’s man, the toughest of my guys. He’d grown up in a rough neighborhood and had to fight his way through life. He had a few scars to prove it. Lying naked in bed, post sex, I loved to run my fingers over his scars, especially the large one that ran the length of his ribcage. Railroad spike. He got stabbed with one when he was a teenager.

Alé lifted a large axe over his head, his arms flexing, carving out muscles I didn’t realize even existed. He brought the axe down hard onto a piece of wood, shattering it in two with one swing.

That was my man. Holy hotness.

I clapped my hands and he turned, surprised, and smiled at me. I loved his smile. When he was serious he was a badass, when he was in bed he was a beast, but when he smiled…at that