Making Them Happy [The Men of Space Station One #9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

She didn’t know them well enough to talk about sex so openly. Oh, who was she kidding? She doubted she would ever be comfortable talking about sex with them. She was so not the woman for them. The damn computer program they used to match them up was flawed. No way would they be happy with her.
    “Food’s great, Beverly.” Jeff spoke up as if he could tell she was uncomfortable.
    “Thanks. I wasn’t sure what you liked. You’re going to have to tell me what your favorites are and what you don’t like.”
    “I’m sure anything you fix will be good.” Jeff’s warm smile eased her discomfort some.
    She smiled back at him, feeling her face heat at the compliment. Knowing that she needed to lose some weight if she was going to be attractive to them, she had limited how much she had put on her plate. She was glad neither man noticed that she hadn’t eaten as much as they had. Of course, being a woman and not working as hard as they did, she shouldn’t eat that much anyway.
    “That was amazing.” Caleb wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up.
    “I’m stuffed.” Jeff stood as well.
    When both men gathered their plates and headed for the sink, Beverly jumped to her feet and attempted to grab their plates.
    “Here, I’ve got them.”
    “We can take our plates to the sink.” Caleb frowned at her.
    Beverly didn’t know what to think. Her father and her brothers had never done that before. They left the housework entirely up to her and her mother when she was alive. She busied herself with clearing the table to cover her discomfort. They were going to take some getting used to.
    Once they had disappeared into the living room, Beverly released a sigh of relief. Together the two men were nearly overwhelming. Part of her wanted to tear off their clothes and rub herself all over them while the other half cringed at the thought of them seeing her without clothes. Maybe she could talk them into keeping the lights off. She held no illusions that her body would be anything like the women they were used to.
    Besides having muscular thighs and arms from working on the farm back home, she had a rounded belly and wide ass. No amount of exercise seemed to change that. She would have to watch what she ate to lose some of the extra padding.
    After dealing with the dishes and wiping down the kitchen, Beverly didn’t have any further reason to avoid the living room now. She stepped into the other room and headed toward the couch. The men were each settled in one of the lounge chairs, relaxed and talking. When she started to sit down, Caleb’s rich voice stopped her.
    “Come over here a minute, Bev.”
    She froze and looked toward him. Nothing about his expression hinted at what he wanted. She licked her lips and walked over to him, stopping just shy of his reach. He frowned at her.
    “Are you scared of me?” he asked.
    “N–no. What did you want?” She didn’t move any closer.
    “I want to get to know you, honey. Come here.”
    Beverly drew in a deep breath and inched forward a step. His frown grew deeper. She took another step, which placed her within touching distance. He reached out and tugged on her hand. The tiny zap of a spark shot up her arm and straight to her pussy. If he felt it, he didn’t let on. She nearly fell onto his lap, catching herself with a hand to his chest. Heat spread through her hand and up her arm. Caleb’s chest boasted hot, hard muscles that bunched under her hand.
    The tingle in her belly surprised her. She couldn’t ever remember feeling anything like that before. A flame seemed to grow in her womb, making her pussy wet in the process. Beverly had no idea what was happening to her. One look into Caleb’s eyes let her know that he was well aware of her situation and planned to take advantage of it.
    “Please.”
    He smiled a slow, sexy smile. “Don’t worry, honey. I plan to take real good care of you.”

Chapter Three
     
    The tension in Beverly’s body had every protective