Megan's Men by Tessie Bradford Page B

you risked your own safety to help a stranger.”
    “All I was thinking about was Leena. The possibility of the ground underneath me crumbling away never crossed my mind.”
    “We’re going to have nightmares about you going headfirst into that hole.” Loban came up and pulled her against his chest.
    “I was really scared,” she admitted. “But I heard you there and had no doubt you were going to save me and Leena.” Megan gave him a squeeze before stepping back.
    “It took us and her fathers to do so. That situation could have so easily not ended well.” Garfor stroked her hair.
    “Everything did turn out okay, though, and we need to relax a bit, don’t you think? Hey, I know what’s going to help—a good meal and some kinky sex.” She raised an eyebrow and grinned. “You guys wait here until I call you.” She walked toward the bedroom door.
    “Um, Megan, aren’t you forgetting something?” Loban asked.
    When Megan glanced over her shoulder, he was brazenly checking out her nakedness. “Oh, didn’t I mention clothes are not allowed at my little get together?” She wiggled her hips then scurried out of the room.
    Not wanting to be separated from them any longer than absolutely necessary, Megan got things ready as quickly as she could. In less than fifteen minutes, the solarium table was artfully covered with heaping bowls of cut fruit, plates of muffins with jam and a board with three cheese selections. The air was gently perfumed with the scent of the flowers she’d picked earlier. At the last minute, she decided to add a bottle of wine; after the morning they’d had, it seemed quite appropriate.
    “You can come down now,” Megan called from the solarium door. They arrived so quickly she wondered how many stairs they skipped on the way.
    Loban let out a low whistle. “This is spectacular.”
    “I’m glad you like it,” she said with a giant grin. “How about you pour the wine?”
    “Spirits before midday, I like the way you think.” He patted her ass as he walked by toward the table.
    “You take such good care of us. I have no idea how we got along without you.” Garfor kissed the tip of her nose.
    “Well, you’re stuck with me for good, now. Go make yourself comfy.”
    Megan went to Rork, who still stood in the doorway. Tension radiated from him. “I’m sorry I took so long to say the words.” She rested her hand on his arm. “I was worried. The last three weeks have been amazing, but what if you guys realized I wasn’t the woman you thought I was? Maybe we’d find out we couldn’t compromise, or I’d piss you off so badly you’d decide I wasn’t worth the effort, or—”
    He grasped the back of her head with one hand while wrapping his other arm around her waist. His mouth came crashing onto hers, and his tongue swept past her lips. Rork’s kiss was powerful, demanding and hot as hell. Megan whimpered and raked her fingernails down his back.
    When he ended the kiss, Rork gave a tug on the handful of hair he was holding, tipping her head so she looked up into his eyes. “No more, Megan. No more doubts. You’re perfect.”
    “Hardly,” she said with a chuckle.
    “You’re perfect for us,” he clarified.
    “Make love to me,” she whispered.
    “No.”
    Megan was taken aback by his instant refusal. She could feel his erect cock against her abdomen.
    “You’ve had a harrowing experience. Aren’t you hungry?”
    “Not for food.” She grabbed his ass cheeks.
    “What if we feed you?” he suggested seductively.
    “Hmm.” She pretended to consider his proposal. “Sounds like a reasonable compromise.”
    They joined Garfor and Loban on the floor by the table. Each of her men took turns giving her bites and stared at her mouth as she accepted their offerings. Megan licked and sucked their fingers more than technically necessary. Feminine power surged through her as their irises darkened and their cocks sprang to attention.
    “I could have a sip of wine now,” she