The Trouble with Three Husbands (Daughters of Venus 1)

moment…he was a teddy bear, the warmest creature in the world.

“You like that?” he asked.

“I do.”

“You want to try it?”

“No way.”

“Come on.”

He held the axe out in one hand and his open palm in the other. The way he moved the axe around one would think it weighed nothing. I knew I probably wouldn’t even be able to pick it up with both hands. But it wasn’t the axe I was interested in. I knew giving it a go would mean being near him.

I moved off the steps and approached. As soon as I got to within a few feet of him he wrapped his non-axe-wielding arm around me and picked me up.

“Eww, you’re sweaty,” I complained.

I really didn’t care about the sweat. I just wanted something to tease him about. He slid his hand inside my robe and grabbed my bare waist. I loved the feel of his callused hands on my skin. It tickled a little and my nipples hardened. He turned me around and gave me a hug from behind. I made sure to move my ass from side to side a little, teasing his dick. He loved to take me from behind so I knew this would arouse him. It did and I felt him harden a little behind me.

“What do you want to do today?” he asked as he dropped the axe and slid his right hand up and cupped my breast.

His left traveled down to the top of my pubic hair.

“I want to play with some wood,” I teased.

“Mmm.”

I reached back and found his bulge. I rubbed my fingers over the outline of his cock. The pants were thin and I could feel him grow even larger.

“You were alone last night,” he said. “I love when you’re alone before our time together.”

“Yeah? So are you going to let me play with your wood?”

He removed his hand from my breast and went to unbutton his pants.

“Not that wood, dummy. That.”

I pointed at the pile of firewood.

“Show me how to chop the wood,” I added.

I was being such a tease but I knew it would just drive him mad. I was really horny and I knew the more I turned him on the rougher he’d be with me later. Bentley was always gentlemanly and Connor was kind of a mix, a young bull I guess you could say. But Alejandro was all passion.

“Here,” Alé said as he picked up the axe and pushed me forward toward the pile of wood, his cock poking against my tailbone, inching me ahead one small step at a time.

He leaned over, grabbed a piece of wood, and set it on the smooth tree stump in front of us. Then he wrapped his arms around me again. God he was fucking beautiful. So damn strong.

He brought the axe up and put it in my hands, cupping his over mine and making sure I could handle the weight of it. I could but with his help I did much better.

“Now be careful. This is very sharp.”

He lifted our hands up over our heads. I glanced up to see the gleaming axe in front of the blue sky, the sun shining off of it and into my eyes.

“Are you fucking crazy?” came a voice from the back patio.

We both turned to see Bentley standing there in a pair of navy sweatpants and a tank top. I always thought he looked a little like Jason Statham, minus the British accent of course.

“What, man?” Alejandro asked, innocently as if he had no idea what might be wrong with the situation.