Raines, Elizabeth - Sold [Wicked Missions 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elizabeth Raines Page A

the same way they did here on Pagonna. She’d feared the men who purchased her would be middle-aged gold miners with long, unkempt beards and ragged clothing who hadn’t seen a woman in decades. She’d imagined men with rotting teeth and absolutely no manners. She’d feared uneducated brutes.
    Instead, she’d won the interstellar lottery when she got Carter Verdel and Brandon Hunt.
    Now she needed to figure out what she was going to do with them.
    Brandon wasn’t as refined as Carter. Perhaps that was a personality trait or a by-product of not being around other people often. He was every bit as handsome, though. The goatee that framed his full mouth tempted her to trace the lines with her finger. He had eyes that were as dark as the semi-sweet chocolate she always craved but seldom found anywhere except Earth or Belusia. His emotions were right there for her to read, and they didn’t come as a surprise. Lust. Passion. Longing. The loneliness he felt touched her heart.
    The farm was wonderful. A paradise, as Carter had described it. Lush. Tropical. The house was much more than she’d expected, although she’d never even considered there might not be a real bathroom. Where did they relieve themselves? Her eyes wandered, settling on a small building just to the side of the house. Perhaps that held a toilet…
    Absorbed in her surroundings, she hadn’t heard the men approach. Both were standing on the beach, letting the waves wash against their bare legs. Thank heavens, they were both wearing shorts, although Carter’s shirt had been abandoned.
    She couldn’t help but stare. What woman wouldn’t? Everything about them was perfect. Their dark hair. One clean-shaven face, one with just the right amount of beard. Broad chests, both with small patches of dark hair that made her mouth go dry as she pictured her fingers touching them. Narrow waists and hips set on deeply muscular legs. And their cocks were hard and big enough that she could see the outline on the front of their shorts.
    Perfect.
    Brandon held the bottle of shampoo as Carter cradled the soap in his hand. “You forgot something,” Brandon called, his voice teasing.
    “A couple of things,” Carter added with a wink as he raised his hand and wiggled the bar of soap.
    Here was a chance to start over, just as Carter had said. They were keeping their distance, probably concerned about pushing her too much too quickly. Why not be more open to getting to know them? It was clear she was going to be with them for a good, long while. Lyrianna decided to make the best of it. “Why don’t you both bring them to me?”
    They ran into the water, splashing and laughing. Her heart did a little cartwheel at the joy they clearly received from such a simple errand. She waded closer and held out her hands. “Thank you.”
    Brandon’s eyes fixed on her soaked tank top. “How are you going to bathe in your clothes?”
    All she did was shrug in response, afraid to tell them she was too shy to show her body in front of them in the clear light of day.
    “Can I ask a favor?” He took another step closer until she had to tip her head back to look up into his eyes.
    “You own me,” she replied, modeling his bluntness and hoping he’d appreciate that tack. “You can do whatever you want and I can’t stop you.”
    Brandon closed his eyes and tilted his head back for a few moments as if gathering some patience. Then he settled those dark eyes on her again. “Lyrianna… We can’t change how you came to be here. We can’t erase the past. I’m sorry about that, but I’m not sorry you’re here.”
    “What are you saying?” She hoped in her heart he was as willing as Carter for them to have a fresh start.
    “I’m saying that we’re going to be together for a long time. Can’t we just take some time to get to know each other and stop worrying about the fucking auction? You’re here. We’re here. Let’s make this farm a success. Together. I won’t deny that I