Monroe, Marla - Their Broken Lady (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free Page A

her voice. He would know something was wrong.
    “Amber? What’s wrong, baby?”
    “Nothing. Go away.” Tears slid down her face.
    The door opened and Bryan walked into the bathroom. Amber hid her face in her hands.
    “What’s wrong? Are you hurting?”
    “I can’t get out of the tub,” she finally said in a small voice.
    “Oh, baby. I’ll get you out. Hold on.” He reached for her towel. Then he pulled the plug to let the water out.
    “Let’s wrap you up in this.” He bent over her and wrapped the towel around her body.
    “How are you going to get me out?” she asked.
    He reached down and picked her up without a hitch. Then he settled her on the lid of the toilet and grabbed another towel. He started drying her off where the other towel didn’t reach.
    “I can dry myself.” She didn’t try to stop him though. “Thanks for getting me out of the tub. I didn’t realize until I’d already gotten in that I wouldn’t be able to get out.”
    “No problem.” He picked her up again, and carried her into the bedroom. “What did you want to put on?”
    “I can handle it from here. I really appreciate all you’ve done.”
    “I’m not leaving until you’re safely in bed again,” he said, crossing his arms.
    Amber sighed and hung her head. Then she resigned herself to having to put up with him for a little while longer.
    “I was going to put on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. They’re in the chest over there.” She pointed to the bottom drawers.
    Bryan pulled out a T-shirt and shorts then searched until he located her underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of red panties with a mischievous grin on his face.
    “I don’t figure you need to wear a bra,” he said.
    “Look, I can dress myself. You can leave now.” Amber could tell he wasn’t planning on it.
    Instead, he pulled the panties gently up her legs and stopped just shy of her pussy under the towel. Then he pulled the T-shirt over her head letting her poke her hands through the armholes and covering her towel-clad body. Then before she realized what he was going to do, he pulled the towel off under the T-shirt.
    Amber yelped and quickly arched her back to finish pulling up her underwear. Despite her quick reaction, she was sure he got an eyeful of her pussy. When he pulled her shorts up her legs, she gave up and let him pull them over her underwear.
    “Okay, I’m dressed and in bed. You can leave now.”
    “Let me set up your breakfast, then I’ll leave you alone.” He grinned down at her before walking out of the bedroom into the kitchen.
    He returned a few seconds later with a sausage and biscuit with jelly on the side. He settled it on her lap with a smile.
    “It’s not much, but it’s homemade.”
    “Oh, well, thank you. I appreciate you thinking about me, but you don’t need to keep coming over. I’m fine. I can take care of myself.” She felt foolish saying it since he had just helped her out of the tub.
    “Think you might want to rethink that, Amber,” Bryan said, looking over toward the bathroom.
    She felt her face grow warm once again. Naturally he would point it out that she’d made a grave tactical error in getting into the tub in the first place.
    “I’m sure you have somewhere you need to be,” she said.
    “Yep, probably, but I like being here right now.” He hitched up his pant leg and sat on the edge of the bed. “Go ahead and eat it. I’m sure it’s not hot anymore, but it ought to be warm.”
    With a sigh, Amber opened the biscuit and added some of the grape jelly on it before closing it and taking a bite. It was very good.
    “This is really good. The meat has a good taste,” she said.
    “We make our own sausage and beef jerky from our ranch.”
    “I thought you only raised cows out here.”
    “We keep a little of everything on our ranch. Hogs, horses, chickens, and cows for the most part. Had a couple of emus, but they’re mean birds, so we got rid of them.”
    “Wow. You must be really busy,