Their Independent Bride [The Men of Space Station One #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Page B

won’t let you up.”
    “Fine. I’ll go with that. I’ll be fine by then, anyway.”
    Greg grinned. She was so feisty. He liked that about her where he had never really enjoyed a woman with fire before. He’d always liked them subdued and biddable. This was something new for him.
    Steven walked back into the living room. “I’ve got supper started. It should be ready in an hour. I’m going to run upstairs and take a shower.”
    “I’ll take one when you finish.”
    “There are two showers, guys. You don’t have to wait.”
    “I want someone down here with you in case you need something, baby.” Greg ruffled her hair and gave her a quick kiss.
    Steven kissed her before going upstairs. She sighed and watched Greg as he looked over her shins and ankle again.
    “I’m going to pick you up and let you sit with me while we wait on Steven to finish. Let me know if I hurt you.”
    Greg picked her up off the couch and walked with her to his recliner. He sat down and arranged her so that her leg was propped over the arm of the chair. She leaned back against his chest and settled her head on his shoulder. He smiled. He liked this. Holding her this way was so intimate. He enjoyed the intimacy of just holding a woman.
    “How is your ankle like this?”
    “It’s fine. It throbs some, but no more than it did earlier.”
    “I’ll get you a painkiller before I take a shower when we get up again. We’ll soak your ankle in the bathtub when you bathe later. That should help it.”
    “I’m going to be fine, Greg. You don’t need to worry about me.”
    “I don’t like for you to hurt, Janet.”
    “Well, I’m going to hurt sometimes. That’s just how life is.”
    “But if you’re careful, you don’t have to get hurt. You’ve already said you would be careful from now on. That’s good enough for me, but something tells me that you’re prone to accidents.”
    “Now why would you say something like that?”
    “Because you fly off the handle like you just did, baby.”
    “Only because you said something dumb like that.”
    “Relax, Janet. Steven will be down here soon. I don’t want him glaring at me because I’ve riled you up again.”
    “Then don’t say things like that. I’m not accident prone.”
    “Yes, dear.”

Chapter Nine
     
    Janet stretched out in the tub. It was a big tub, large enough for three. She enjoyed the hot water as it encased her like a warm cocoon. Her ankle wasn’t even throbbing much now. The painkiller Steven had given her was slowly working to mellow out the pain and maybe her mood, as well. Steven’s supper had been fairly good and now she was relaxed and about ready for bed.
    Greg walked in and smiled down at her. He knelt by the tub and ran a hand over her knee in the water.
    “How are you feeling?”
    “I feel much better, thanks. The painkiller is working, and my ankle is great. The warm water is wonderful. Thanks for running my bath for me.”
    “You’re welcome, baby. I want you to rest well tonight. If you feel better, you’ll sleep better.”
    “I know something else that would help me sleep better.”
    “Oh, no you don’t, you little minx.” Greg shook his head. “You are in no shape for sex.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with my mouth or my pussy, Greg. Don’t punish me like that.”
    “Baby, I’m not punishing you. You’ll end up hurting your ankle if we screw around. I don’t want to take the chance.”
    Janet huffed out a breath and closed her eyes. She would ignore him until he left and then she would show him later. She’d seduce Steven. He was much easier to deal with than Greg.
    Since it was Steven who came to get her out of the tub, she started right away. He ignored all her attempts at manipulating him into a position where she could rub her body against his. Instead, he wrapped her up in the towel and carried her to the bed where he gently lay her down. Then he unwrapped her so that she ended up in the middle of the bed far away from him and