[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, HEA]
After arriving on the planet Alpha, Elissa, Gray, and Clint must learn to live with each other despite their obvious differences. Elissa has had very little experience with the opposite sex, and now she has two men to please. Can she learn to accept their wild sensual expectations?
In the meantime, Elissa helps Lacy, one of the other women on the planet, while she’s pregnant with the planet’s first child. Elissa notices that the gardens are growing faster than is natural, and Lacy admits that her baby is maturing ahead of schedule, according to the baby books. What does it mean for the future of everyone living on the planet?
No one has the answers to the booming gardens or Lacy’s baby. Will Elissa, Gray, and Clint be able to overcome their problems amid the mysteries of their new world?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marla Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Barefoot Okie
- bonita nelson
"Elissa has greatly overstated her experience with men to be able to get out of the underground bunkers on Earth and become a settler on Space Station One. One of the requirements of settlement is that she becomes a wife to two men, as the female population is becoming more and more sterile when they remain on Earth. So she conceals the truth to her future husbands Gray and Clint in hopes they will learn to live together and make a relationship on the new planet. Elissa may have gotten more than she bargained for. She is definitely surprised by the wild sensuality of the men and isn’t sure that she can keep up. But, if she can’t will they ever come to care for her as she does them? But, not everything on Space Station One was as the brochures said and that is helping them learn the depth of their caring. Will it be enough? The world of Space Station One is definitely becoming more dangerous as the settlers come into contact with more of the local flora and fauna. And none of these dangers seem to be “important” enough for authorities to tell the settlers before they leave Earth. Love Between the Hired Hands is the fourth installment in The Men of Space Station One and is just as intriguing and fast paced as book one was. I was drawn in by the growing attraction between Elissa, Gray and Clint despite the differences in their experience levels. Ms. Monroe does a brilliant job in portraying the dangers of the new planet as well as the interactions between the new couple. Love Between the Hired Hands is an erotic adventure in a reality where interplanetary travel is a necessity for the human race. Love Between the Hired Hands can be read as a standalone story but reading the previous books will help build the understanding and intrigue of the new land for the reader." -- Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed
More From The Men of Space Station One
Elissa laid the book she’d been studying down and stood up. She paced back and forth in her quarters, trying to ease the restlessness that had plagued her ever since she’d boarded the space shuttle headed for Alpha planet and Space Station One. She still couldn’t believe she had let them coerce her into becoming one of the women being sent to help settle one of the planets. She kept telling herself it would be better than living underground in the bunkers for the rest of her life.
The sun’s solar flares had become so frequent and intense that it grew impossible for women to live aboveground due to the low-grade radiation which slowly gave them Shear’s disease, making them barren. The first two sets of families had successfully settled one area and formed a colony that was fast becoming self-sufficient.
The shuttle she was on would be the third set of families to arrive. Each family was made up of two men and one woman. It made sure that there would be children to populate the planet, and with the primitive terrain, it assured that there would be plenty of manpower to take care of a family. When added to the fact that there were so few fertile women left, it gave the men a chance of becoming fathers once again.
Elissa had met her new husbands, and the ceremony had already been performed. Since Earth was deteriorating faster every day, they had decided to match up the ménage relationships ahead of time, using computers to choose them. Before, the women had chosen their husbands once they arrived on planet Alpha. Now, however, they weren’t willing to spare the time it took for them to choose.
She had been matched up with two men who were experienced farmers. She had seen little of them during the six months it took to reach Alpha. They had each been busy with classes to teach them about the planet and what to expect. She would be responsible for taking care of the garden and putting up food, as well as the house and, eventually, their children. She knew plenty about gardens and putting up vegetables, but very little about children. She’d not been around them much in her life. At least until she’d been confined belowground. There were plenty of children and women down there to talk to.
How had she ever let them talk her into this? She had never planned to have children. It was a quirk of fate that not only left her fertile but highly fertile, according to the tests they frequently performed on all the women.
At least she wouldn’t be poked and prodded as much on the planet. As she understood it, her new home was on a farm that grew wheat and hay. Her new husbands would help the first set of farmers, and she was to help their wife, who’d already become pregnant. She could do that, as long as she didn’t have to actually birth the baby. She didn’t think she was up to that.
Finally, the day came for them to strap in and get ready for landing. She couldn’t wait to set foot on solid ground again. She hoped it would be a smooth landing and the land they were coming to wouldn’t be so different from Earth. She was already homesick.
Their departure from the shuttle was delayed by a rainstorm that sounded fierce. Once it was over, they began to leave the shuttle to enter the decontamination chutes and then the luggage terminal. She sorted out hers and placed it all in a neat stack. When the men showed up, they helped her carry it without a word to the buggy transports that were waiting for them.
Gray and Clint appeared to be very muscular men. Each stood about six feet four inches and had shaggy brown hair with rugged good looks. Gray had gray eyes. They were warm and mesmerizing. Clint had hazel eyes that sparkled when he smiled. She’d liked them well enough, but knew next to nothing about them.
They helped her up in the transport buggy then got in on either side of her. She learned that Phillip had come to pick them up while Cam was with their wife back at the farm.
“Lacy is in her last trimester and is due sometime in the next two or three weeks. She’s going to really enjoy having another woman around to help her cope,” Phillip told them.
“I’ll help her all I can. I don’t know much about babies, but I’ve been reading up, so I should be able to help.” Elissa tried to sound more confident than she felt.
“Well, Lacy is in the same boat, so we’ll all be pitching in.” Phillip steered them around another transport.
A little over two hours later, they reached the farm and their new home. They were dropped off at a rather large house. Phillip was anxious to get back to Lacy, but helped them get their luggage inside the house.
“Take a few days to get settled, then come on over to the house, and I’ll introduce everyone.”
They waved him off and then entered the house in silence. She didn’t know what to say and figured they didn’t, either. She drew in a deep breath and decided to take charge of the house.
“Why don’t you move all the luggage upstairs to the bedroom, and I’ll start us something to eat. I’m sure you’re hungry.”
“That would be real fine, Elissa,” Clint said.
Gray picked up two suitcases and started up the stairs. He stopped and looked over the banister at her.
“We putting everything in one room?” he asked.
Elissa licked her lips and nodded. “I suppose we might as well get used to one another. We’re going to be living together for the rest of our lives.”
“Hey, I’m sweaty,” she said, pulling back, turning to look at him.
“I like tasting your salty essence. It’s hot.”
“You’re a sick man, Clint.” She laughed.
“Naw, what’s sick is that I want to fuck you right now with you bent over and your hands on the chair.”
Elissa gasped and felt her face heat up. Surely he was just joking. She looked up over her shoulder at him and knew he wasn’t by the intense heat in his eyes.
“Would you let me fuck you right here, Elissa?”
“What about Gray?” She was grasping at straws.
The idea was wrong on so many levels, but her heart sped up and her pussy wept at the thought of it. Was she going to let him do it?
“He’s busy in the study right now. If he were here instead of me, I guarantee he’d be asking you the same thing.”
“What if someone from next door comes over? They could see through the windows.”
“They’d probably get horny and go back home to their wife.”
Elissa smirked. “I truly doubt that would do them any good with how close Lacy is to delivering.”
“Stop stalling, honey. Stand up and let me pull your jeans down. You don’t even have to get all the way undressed. Please, Elissa. I’m so hot for you right now.”
Elissa stole a quick glance toward the window then slowly stood up. Clint wasted no time unfastening her jeans and shoving them and her panties down to her knees.
“Now bend over the chair and put your hands in the seat so you can hold on. I’m so horny I won’t last long.”
She did what he asked and heard the rasp of a zipper then felt his hands on her ass. He didn’t do anything, and she looked over her shoulder to find him just gazing at her ass.
“What’s wrong?” She knew she was blushing again at the idea that he was looking at her.
“Nothing, honey. I’m just admiring your beautiful pussy. It’s already dripping honey for me. It turned you on to think about fucking in the kitchen, didn’t it?”
Elissa stuttered out a garbled reply when he suddenly dipped a finger in her pussy. She heard him make a noise and knew he’d sucked her juices from his finger. She closed her eyes at the thought. It was so naughty, but it really turned her on to know they liked the taste of her. She liked the taste of them, too.
He rubbed her clit with his finger, spreading her juices over it. Then he pushed two fingers into her and curled them to reach her G-spot. He stroked it several times until she was shoving her hips back toward him. Then he pulled his fingers out and fitted the head of his thick cock against her pussy. He spread her wide then shoved his dick deep into her cunt. She moaned and held on to the chair’s edge. It felt so good when he first filled her up.
Then he began slowly moving in and out of her. He rasped over her hot spot with every slide of his cock. She soon grew tired of his slow speed and tried to push back on him. He chuckled and held her hips steady, so she growled in frustration.
“I like it slow right now, honey. Just relax and enjoy the way my cock moves in and out of your wet cunt. It’s freaking hot, Elissa.” He continued his slow rhythm, occasionally changing the angle with a roll of his hips. She moaned and tightened her cunt around his dick.
“Fuck, do that again.”
She squeezed and released then squeezed and released again.
“Hell, yeah. Just like that.”
She stopped and waited.
“Come on, honey. Do it again. That’s so fucking good.”
“Move faster,” she said with a smirk.
“You little tease.” He increased his speed.
Elissa sighed and began squeezing him then bent her knees and rolled her hips up. Sure enough, he went crazy.
“Oh, fuck—fuck. You’re killing me, Lis.” He shortened her name as if it were too much to say it all.
She continued squeezing and releasing as she shoved back on him over and over. He let her now as if he didn’t have a choice, and maybe he didn’t. He was beginning to lose his rhythm. That meant he would come in a few seconds. She stopped squeezing and bent farther down over the stool. He groaned and slapped her ass twice.
“What was that for?” she complained good-naturedly.
“A spanking for teasing me like you are.”
“My arms got tired. I needed to rest them.” She pouted.
“Right.” He began to stroke in and out of her faster, now rubbing her sweet spot over and over again.