In MIB Custody [The Service Club 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

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mic and was about to cut up some vegetables for fajitas when we heard you moaning.”
    Danica shook her head and peeled herself from Lowell’s embrace. “We’ll include that particular conversation in the truce, too, okay guys?”
    “I can live with that,” Zane agreed.
    “And I can live with trying those fajitas you were about to cook. Let’s find out if you’re as good of a cook as you claim.”
    He had told her he could cook during one of their hours-long phone conversations. The subject had gotten sidetracked, and she failed to ask where he had learned.
    Danica snagged her thongs from the floor and adjusted her nightshirt on her shoulders. Zane’s hands closed over hers when she began refastening the buttons.
    “That’s not necessary.” He pulled her hands back. “You won’t be needing this.”
    Behind her, Lowell’s hands came to her shoulders, and he peeled the nightshirt down her arms.
    Comfortable in her own skin, she didn’t bother to put up a fight. It was her house. Generally, she played by her own rules. There had been plenty of times when she had spent the day walking around buck naked. She knew she had a few more curves than a supermodel and the extra pounds to go with it. She wasn’t fat by any means, but she wasn’t a scarecrow either. She liked herself that way.
    Head held high, she shrugged it off and led the way to the kitchen, putting an additional swing in her hips for the men’s view. Hey, they had called a truce for the night. She might as well have fun with it while she could.
    “You’ve got one amazing ass, darlin’.” Lowell palmed said ass as he caught up and gave it a squeeze. “I’m gonna enjoy taking it later.”
    Anticipation snaked from her still sodden pussy to her ass. “As long as you make me come, I don’t care where you take me.”
    “How long’s it been?” Lowell drawled.
    Danica saw Zane glance at her on his way to the refrigerator. She stopped at the small rectangular breakfast table, turned to lean against it, and faced Lowell.
    She considered not answering. They had agreed to table this kind of discussion, not exactly this particular one, but the kind that her answer would lead them into. Then again, it was the perfect way to see how well Lowell would hold up his end of the bargain.
    “Five years.”
    Instant understanding swept through his eyes along with a keen male satisfaction that nearly made her laugh. Yes, he had been the last man, the only man, to ever fuck her ass.
    Well, outside of her dreams. In her fantasies, it was usually Kalkin taking her from behind while she rode Lowell, but she didn’t see the need to tell either of them that right now.
    Lowell held up his end well. He stared at her unspeaking for a long moment, then simply nodded. “We’ll need to prepare you before we do it.”
    Devilish whips of heat slashed from her anus to her clit at that statement. She knew how a man prepared a woman for that. He had done it to her before, and it had been nothing short of maddening bliss.
    She held his gaze for a moment longer and simply breathed in an effort to calm the anticipation making her want to be for him to please, please, please get started now. She knew better. He was just vindictive enough to make her wait if he knew how badly she wanted it. He and Zane were already holding her orgasms from her, and they knew damn well she needed that.
    “So, where did you learn to cook?”
    Zane had pulled open the refrigerator and was in the process of removing vegetables from the drawer. He had bent at the waist, affording her a view of his supremely tight, spectacular ass.
    She licked her lips and dragged her gaze to his as he looked at her over his shoulder. His attention dropped to her mouth, followed the path of her tongue, and she imagined his cock jumping in his sweatpants at the sight. His eyes certainly heated, the bright blue darkening with a rapidly approaching sexual storm.
    “Our housekeeper.” He turned his focus back on the

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