Monroe, Marla - The Ranchers Take a Wife [Men of Space Station One #1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe

supper,” he called back to her.
    “Me, too,” Phillip said after kissing her on the cheek.
    Twenty minutes later, they were all eating at the table. She listened as the men talked about the crops and problems with the irrigation equipment.
    “We’ll be able to stay in with you for the next several weeks with quick checks on the equipment. Once the plants get a little bigger, we have to add fertilizer, but that will only take a few days,” Cam told her.
    “Come winter, we’ll all be stuck inside for several months straight,” Phillip added.
    “What about supplies? When do you go and get them?” she asked.
    “We usually go once a week or every two weeks to town to pick up what we need. During the winter, we live off what we have here. We usually try to stock up a couple of weeks before we expect the first real snow.” Cam helped her clear the table.
    After the dishes were done, they sat on the couch with her stretched out between them. Her head was in Phillip’s lap, and her feet were in Cam’s. They talked about everything from the fact that there were no birds there to what the strange plants in the yard were called.
    “You can pretty much handle anything in the area around the house. The purple-looking flowers grow wild and are safe to touch, pick, or eat. They don’t taste very good, though.” Phillip made a face.
    “I wasn’t planning on eating them. I just wondered if they were okay to cut and bring in the house.” She laughed.
    “Yep, and there are some yellow plants that are just outside the yard that are safe as well, but don’t go out there without us with you. The animals here are all wild and dangerous. There is a small dog-looking thing that will come up looking for food sometimes. Stay well away from it. It’s not cute, and it sure as hell isn’t a dog. It has two sets of razor-sharp teeth that can snap through bones.” Cam massaged her feet as he told her about the animal life.
    “So, what time do you guys get up to eat breakfast?” she asked.
    “Usually about six, but we won’t be getting up early in the morning. Well, we won’t be getting out of bed early in the morning,” Phillip said with a sly grin.
    She rolled her eyes and shook her head, forgetting she was in his lap.
    He groaned and pressed his swollen dick against her cheek.
    “Oh, sorry.” She smirked at him.
    “You will be as soon as I get you upstairs,” Phillip teased.
    “I’m really scared.” She rolled off their laps and raced for the stairs.
    They were fast on her heels. She slipped in the hall and nearly fell. Cam caught her before she hit the floor. When they reached the bedroom, instead of attacking her sexually, Cam fussed at her.
    “Don’t ever run up those stairs again, young lady. You could have fallen and broken your neck.” He frowned at her and walked out of the bedroom.
    Lacy’s mouth hung open at his chastising her. She heard his heavy tread as he stomped down the stairs.
    “I was just playing. Why is he angry with me?” Lacy asked, feeling tears burning her eyes.
    “I know, baby. He was scared you would fall. There’s no doctor for over two hours from here. You scared him, is all. Leave him alone for a little while and he’ll get over it.”
    “I didn’t mean to.” She sniffed and sat on the edge of the bed, the mood broken.
    “Shhh, don’t cry.” Phillip sat next to her on the bed and hugged her.
    “I’m not. I think I’ll take a shower.” She stood up and walked to the bathroom.
    She expected Phillip to follow her, but when he didn’t she realized he had been worried as well, but he hadn’t said anything. She’d never had anyone worry so much about her. Well, not unless you counted the doctors and scientists making sure those who didn’t show signs of the disease were kept in the bunkers.
    She turned on the shower and stripped before stepping under the stinging spray of the water. Maybe she’d traded one prison for another. Maybe this wasn’t going to be like a family