Monroe, Marla - Their Reluctant Submissive [Knights in Black Leather 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

as well. His leg was so close that she could feel the hair on his thighs brush against her smoothly shaved ones.
    Kelly kept her eyes forward watching the action in the pool. Several of the guests were already playing keep away from each other using a beach ball. She felt someone else walk up behind her and knew without turning to look that it would be Marx. Why she found herself to be so in tune with them, she didn’t know. It was unnerving how aware of them she was.
    She couldn’t prevent a small shiver when the other man plopped down next to her, wearing identical trunks to his brother. Caught between the two of them, she had no way to calm her runaway heartbeat. It pounded in her chest to the point of affecting her breathing. She needed to get away from them, but how to do it without appearing rude? They were good customers of Steve’s place. Kelly didn’t want to cause a scene.
    “Why are you so jumpy around us, kitten?” Jackson’s smooth voice added another round of shivers to her spine.
    “I’m not jumpy. I just don’t know you very well. And don’t call me ‘kitten.’”
    “We’d like to remedy that.” Marx spoke next in his deep voice, surprising her. He didn’t talk much.
    “Are you afraid of us? I’m sure Steve or really anyone around here will vouch for us.”
    She risked a quick glance at Jackson’s face. He looked completely serious. Was he talking about getting to know her as a Dom? She fought back the panic that he was serious. Why had she chosen a town so heavy into the scene?
    Because I didn’t want to feel all alone somewhere and thought maybe one day I would want back in.
    Now she was second-guessing her decision. Putting herself in the same room with a bunch of Doms was asking for trouble, and she knew it. How long before she could safely say her good-byes and escape?
    “You look like you’re trying to figure out how soon you can bolt. Don’t leave because of us. We’re not going to hurt you. We just want to talk—get to know you.”
    Kelly continued to watch the games going on in the pool while her mind circled in turmoil. She couldn’t ignore the draw that existed between them, but she had to keep it under control. Just because she had once lived so deeply in a D/s relationship didn’t mean she had to always be in one. She could function without someone to tell her what to do and when all the time. Jackson and Marx were strong men. She had no doubt they would expect a sub to fully submit to them in all things. She wasn’t going to live as a slave again no matter how good-looking the Dom and how much her body might crave the freeing experience of giving over control. Maybe if she found a Dom who wasn’t so much into all the protocols and need for total control she would consider giving it another try. For now, she was content to be vanilla.
    Right. Pretend you aren’t already craving the feel of a hand on your ass, Kelly. Just being around all those floggers at work has had you on edge for the last few weeks. You need it like you need your next breath.

Chapter Three

    Marx watched the barrage of expressions that whipped across Kelly’s face. She was fighting something, and he was pretty damn sure it had to do with them. The fact that she had to fight gave him hope that it was attraction to them she was struggling with. They could work with any other problems she might have as long as she had any type of interest in them.
    He looked over her head at his brother and caught him watching her just as closely as he had been doing. He had a feeling that capturing her would take a world of patience. Watching her struggle to look them in the eyes at the shop the other day said a lot about her. Not only was she a natural submissive, she’d had training. Someone had spent a lot of time with her. Neither he nor Jackson was strict when it came to high protocol, but they appreciated the beauty of a natural submissive. He couldn’t wait to earn her trust.
    Jackson leaned over and