Passion, Victoria 9: Flowering Passions (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  Could she be enough for two men if they wanted her in their lives? Molly wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t a femme fatale and didn’t know how to be alluring or do sultry. Why would they be interested in her?

  You’re getting ahead of yourself, Molly. You don’t even know if they like you that way. So why did they both kiss me so passionately?

  “Earth to Molly. Molly, are you okay?” Beth waved a hand in front of her face.

  Oh God, she’d done it again. Molly was going to have to stop doing that, especially if she wanted her business to survive and not have her customer’s think she was a flake.

  “Ah, yeah. Sorry, Beth. What can I do for you?”

  “That should be my question.”

  “Huh?” Molly blinked with confusion.

  “I am so sorry that Tom tried to arrest you and led you out of here in handcuffs. That must have been terrifying.”

  “Yeah,” Molly sighed and leaned against the counter. “Not one of my better moments in life. I can’t believe I was so stupid.”

  “Don’t beat yourself up, Molly. It could have happened to anybody.”

  “Do you know what cannabis looks like?”

  “Uh…”

  “You don’t need to answer that. I can see the answer on your face.” Molly covered her face and her shoulders began to shake. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t control her emotions.

  “Hey.” Beth came around the counter and began to rub her shoulder. “Don’t cry, Molly. Please?”

  Molly pulled her hands away from her face and looked at Beth. When she saw the frown on her new friend’s face change to a smile, Molly broke down completely. She bent over, her arms clutching her stomach, and laughed like a loon. Her laughter must have been contagious because Beth started laughing with her. It felt like a good five minutes had passed before she was able to get herself back under control.

  She began to explain about the questions Beth’s fiancés had asked her and the more she spoke, the more they laughed. By the time she had finished telling Beth everything she felt so much better about her naivety.

  “That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time. Shit.” Beth chuckled. “You must have been so confused.”

  “That’s an understatement. God, I’m hungry. I missed lunch. Come on into the back.” Molly led the way to her back room, went to the little fridge and started pulling the fixings for sandwiches out. “Do you want some?”

  “Yeah, that would be great. How about I put the kettle on and make us some coffee?”

  “Great.” Molly made the sandwiches while Beth made their drinks and then they sat down at the small table to eat.

  “So have they made a move on you yet?”

  Molly had just taken a sip of her coffee and nearly ended up spraying it, but instead started choking. When she was able to speak without coughing she asked, “What?” and hoped that Beth put her red face down to her coughing fit. Obviously not.

  “Oh I can see they have. Fess up, girl.”

  “Umm, I don’t know…”

  “Those two men have been courting you for weeks and from the way your lips were swollen and the dreamy expression on your face when I walked in here, they had you in a lip lock.”

  “Courting me?”

  “Yeah.” Beth smirked. “Don’t tell me you hadn’t worked it out?”

  “I thought they were just being friendly because I’m new to town.”

  Beth snorted. “I was new here not so long ago as were a lot of the other women involved in ménages. I’ve never seen them even look at one of the other women the way they looked at you.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really. Can you imagine what it would be like having two men taking care of you? Just think about the sex. Two mouths, four hands, two tongues, two hard cocks.”

  Molly lowered her cup back to the table, “Geez Swiss cheese, are you trying to kill me?”

  “No, but I got your mind working, didn’t I?”

  “You surely did.” Molly cocked her head and studied Beth. “What’s it like?” She quickly covered her mouth with her hand. “Shit, don’t answer that.”

  Beth reached over and covered Molly’s other hand. “It’s okay. I don’t mind you asking me questions. Fire away.”

  “How do you…With three…Let alone two.” Molly couldn’t finish her sentences, she was too embarrassed and now her face felt like it was on fire.

  “Oh it’s just…Wow. A woman has three holes, right?”

  Molly nodded.

  “Well, use your imagination, girl.”

  “You mean…one back…there?”

  “Yep.”

  “Doesn’t that…hurt?”

  “I suppose if you’re not prepared properly it could.”

  “Prepared?”

  “Uh, yeah. Lots of lube, some stretching and maybe even a toy.”

  “Toy?” Molly’s question came out as a squeak.

  “Butt plug.”

  “Butt…Oh!”

  “Yeah. Oh!” Beth smiled.

  “Is it…good?”

  “Like you wouldn’t believe. God, I’m getting horny just thinking about it.”

  Molly’s mouth dropped open and then she began to laugh. She really liked how open and honest Beth was. She liked that a lot and knew they would probably end up as great friends.

  “I can’t wait to introduce you to the other women involved in ménages. Nikki is small and petite but so damn feisty.”

  “I’ve met Nikki and you’re right, she is feisty, but really nice.”

  “Wait until you meet the others. You are going to fit right in.”

  “Do you think so?”

  “I know so.” Beth got up and took her plate over to the small sink. Just as Molly got up to do the same, the beep sounded. “Go, I’ll clean up. Go and serve your customer.”

  Molly hurried out front with a smile on her face. When she saw the two men looking at the flower arrangements in her shop window, she hurried over to serve them.

  “Hi, can I help you?”

  “Yeah, we want to buy some flowers for our wives. What would you recommend?”

  Molly thought his voice sounded familiar and wondered if he’d been in her store before, but when she looked at his face she realized she’d never met him before. He looked kind of dirty. His hair was greasy and he smelled of body odor but not in that good, clean way. It smelled like he hadn’t showered in days.

  “It depends on what you want the flowers for.” Molly hoped her expression was serene and stoic and she didn’t give away her revulsion. “Is it for a special occasion? Anniversary or birthday or just a surprise gesture of affection.”

  She looked at his equally dirty friend and she caught him rolling his eyes. “The last one.”

  “And do you know how much you want to spend?”

  “As little as possible.”

  Molly had a hard time keeping her expression blank at that answer. She could have taken it two ways. Either he didn’t have much money but was still being sweet or he didn’t want to buy the flowers at all, but for some reason had been pushed into it. It wasn’t her place to question him though so she directed to him the small posies of flowers.

  The two men picked out what they wanted and handed over their money reluctantly. When Molly tried to take the note from him, he held onto it as if he didn’t want to relinquish it, but after glaring at her he let go. As they were walking toward the door, the talkative guy turned to look at her over his shoulder.

  “Thanks, we’ll be back.”

  Molly looked at Beth when she came in from the back room. “God, that was creepy.”

  “Yeah.” Molly shivered. “Have you seen them around before?”

  “Not very often. They live locally but the less I smell of them, the better.” Beth waved her hand in front of her nose. “Poo wee, their stench is still lingering.”

  Molly reached under the counter and pulled out a spray can of eucalyptus disinfectant and sprayed it into the air.
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  “Much better,” Beth said as she walked toward the door. “I’ll call you when the women want another night out.”

  “Okay, thanks. That would be fun.”

  “Bye.”

  Molly watched Beth until she disappeared. Even though she tried not to think about their conversation about having sex with more than one man, she couldn’t get it out of her head. And whenever she thought about it, her mind conjured up Giles and Steven.

  * * * *

  Giles kept looking at his watch and willed the time to move faster. It was at least another half hour before he and Steve would need to leave their home before going to pick Molly up. He’d been half expecting her to call and cancel since they hadn’t really given her a choice about going out with them and thought he would relax as time marched on, but he was as tense as anything.

  Tonight was the night he and his brother would tell Molly they wanted to have a relationship with her and he was anxious with worry. Would she reject them or would she be open to an unconventional relationship.

  He’d seen Beth enter her shop that afternoon and she hadn’t come back out for nearly an hour. That had to be a good sign. Didn’t it? And what the hell had those two women found to talk about for so long? Probably him and Steve.

  Women could be such an enigma. They were so emotional and could get upset over the slightest thing. Men could be emotional, too, but were more analytical, at least he and his brothers were. But Giles had never felt this way about any woman before and found himself feeling so much more than he usually did.

  Was it because he knew that Molly could be the one? He thought that may just be the case.

  Now all they had to do was convince Molly they were the right men for her.

  Chapter Six

  Giles bounded up the back stairs to Molly’s apartment with Steve at his heels. Neither of them had been able to settle and had found themselves leaving home ten minutes early. He was so eager to see her again, he couldn’t have waited another minute.

  He glanced over his shoulder at Steve when he reached her door and moved aside until his brother was standing beside him. After nodding and taking a deep breath, he knocked on her door.

  A few moments later Molly flung the door open with a scowl on her face. That scowl immediately changed to a small smile and her face turned a nice light pink color.

  “Oh, you’re early. I’m not ready yet.” Molly clutched the robe over her chest and looked from him to Steve and back again.

  “Can we come in and wait in the living room while you finish getting ready, precious?”

  Molly’s blush deepened and she stepped back. “Yes. Sorry.” She turned and walked away. “Make yourselves at home.”

  Molly disappeared into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. He wanted to follow her, strip that robe from her body, and ravish her, but instead he settled onto the sofa. She added personal things to the room since the last time he and Steve had been here. He got up and walked over to the photo on the sideboard next to her small TV. He picked it up and studied the older woman. She looked just like Molly but an older version, but instead of her eyes being full of life and laughter, they were expressionless. There was another photo of Molly with a small black-haired woman and he wondered if this was her friend Deanne. She spoken about her best friend, Deanne, and her mother on the rare occasion they’d actually been able to finish a conversation, but he’d never forgotten her telling them about her mum the night they had taken her to the club. He felt bad for Molly and hoped that her mother eventually came around and realized that Molly was a grown woman and old enough to make her own decisions.

  Giles looked up when Molly’s door opened and she stepped out. His breath caught in his throat and his heart started pounding in his chest. God, she was beautiful. He perused the length of her slim, black-jean-clad thighs all the way down to her dainty feet. Her pink painted toenails peeked out of the toe of her shoes and he could just imagine her going wild as he sucked on them. He let his eyes wander back up her body, over the light yellow top she had on, pausing at her breasts, trying to imagine what color her nipples were, before moving up further to meet her gaze.

  He nearly groaned out loud when he saw that she was breathing rapidly and her pupils were dilated. She wasn’t immune to him at all. That was a good thing. Wasn’t it?

  “You look stunning, cutie.” Steven rose to his feet, walked over to her, and clasped one of her hands in his.

  “Beautiful.” Giles finally managed to speak around the lump of emotion and lust in his throat. If they didn’t get out of here now, he may end up doing something he would regret.

  Molly wasn’t ready for any more moves from him or his brother yet, but he was hoping she would be by the end of the night. After they had talked with her, but first they had to take her home and cook dinner. Hopefully after some food and a glass of wine, she would be more relaxed. She looked like she was wound up tighter than a kid’s toy car.

  “Are you ready to go, Molly?” Giles asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you have your keys and purse?” Steven questioned.

  “Oh, no. Let me just go and get them.” Molly pulled her hand from Steven’s and hurried into her kitchen.

  Giles heard her muttering to herself as she slammed drawers and cupboards. She always seemed to forget where she put her purse and keys. When she was living with them, he was going to have to put a table by the front door so she would know where to always find them.

  Whoa, slow down, buddy. She hasn’t even agreed to date you yet.

  He glanced around the living room and smiled when he spied her purse and keys on the small coffee table beside the sofa. “Molly, they're in here, sweetheart.”

  When she popped her head around the corner of the kitchen door and scowled at him, he wanted to go over and smooth the frown lines from her face, but she still looked damned adorable even when she was flustered.

  “Your purse and keys are here, Molly.” He leaned down, picked them up, and held them aloft. It was really hard not to laugh when she stomped toward him, still muttering. It sounded like she’d said “forget your head if it wasn’t screwed on.”

  The frown smoothed from her face when she took her things from him and she gave him a sheepish smile. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, precious.” Giles placed a hand on her lower back and guided her toward the door.

  “Why do you call me that?”

  “Because you are.”

  “I am what?”

  “Precious.”

  “Oh, well thanks. I think.”

  “It’s a compliment, sweetheart, never think otherwise.”

  She looked back to Steve. “And why do you call me cutie?”

  “Because you are a cutie. I’ve never met anyone like you and in my book that makes you cute and precious.”

  “Whatever,” Molly muttered.

  Still trying to hide his smile, Giles took her keys from her, made sure her door was locked and then held her elbow as they walked down the stairs. Molly immediately aimed for the back door, but tonight he wanted her between him and Steven so he guided her to the front. He had never been so damn glad that their truck had a front bench seat. He never wanted Molly to sit in the back again.

  After lifting her in, he walked around and got into the driver’s seat. From what he could see, she was looking at Steven perplexed while he stood at the front passenger door.

  “Scoot over, precious.”

  “Oh.” Molly moved to the middle of the seat and then fumbled with the seat belt. Giles could see the way her fingers were trembling as she tried to pick up the safety belt buckle and eased it out of her fingers, pulled the sash out and handed it to Steven, who then clicked it into place. He hoped that she was only nervous and not scared of them, but when he looked at her he could see no fear on her face. In fact he’d never seen fear on her face when he and Steve were close by. That had to be a good omen. Didn’t it?

  “What’s your favorite color?”
Giles wanted to know every little thing about Molly and intended to find out as much as he could from her tonight.

  “Green. What are your favorite colors?”

  Oh yeah. She was asking questions of her own, another good sign.

  “Black,” Giles answered.

  “Navy,” Steve replied.

  “What’s your favorite food?”

  “I don’t think I can answer that.”

  “Why not?” Steve asked.

  “Because I have too many.”

  “What food don’t you like?”

  “Broad beans.”

  “Lucky for you we don’t like them either, so you don’t have to worry about us ever serving those up.”

  “Are you a sweet or savory fan?” Giles glanced from the road to look at her and smiled when he saw the smile on her face.

  “Savory, although around a certain time of the month I love chocolate.”

  Giles was going to make sure to have a supply of chocolate on hand. He looked at Molly again when she groaned.

  “I can’t believe I said that.”

  “Why not?” Steven asked.

  Molly shrugged but kept her gaze straight.

  “You don’t have to be embarrassed with us, precious. We know the facts of life.”

  Giles pulled into the driveway and pushed the remote for the garage.

  “Is all this land yours?”

  “Yeah all five acres of it.”

  “Wow, your house is beautiful and big. Really big. Are you sure you want me here for dinner?”

  “Why wouldn’t we?” Steven snapped.

  Giles parked the car and turned off the ignition and waited for Molly to answer.

  “Uh, I don’t know.”

  “Come on, cutie, let’s go inside. You’re probably hungry after such a long, harrowing day.” Steven lifted her from the truck and led her inside. Giles followed behind.

  “Your kitchen is huge,” Molly blurted and then her face went red.