Fighting for Julia [Panther Cove 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page A

relaxed her. She dropped back her head and let the stream pour over her scalp. When she dropped a palmful of shampoo on her head and rubbed, those damned erotic thoughts blasted her. She tried not to imagine standing in the shower with two naked men, one of whom would be rubbing her tits while the other would be dipping a slippery finger into her pussy, but she failed to halt the movie racing through her mind.
    “Stop it!”
    She plastered her hands over her ears to halt the musings. Like that helps .
    Maybe if she went out with them one time, she’d get them out of her system. She’d surely discover that all they talked about was themselves. She had no doubt that they’d want to discuss military strategy since her fathers now worked directly with Hunter and Derek on fight tactics, and they’d think it a coup to pick her brain. Politics would be their next favorite topic just like it had been her dads’ when she was growing up in the compound.
    “Ooh.” Her pussy clenched. She looked down and found she had dipped two fingers into her needy cunt. “Oh, my God.”
    This torment had to stop. Not only was it affecting her work, she hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep since setting eyes on them.
    As quickly as she could, she rinsed and stepped out of the shower. Towel drying as fast as she could to prevent thinking about them personally rubbing her dry, she rushed into her room and pulled on her softest nightgown. The pink and flowered gown had been a present from her grandmother, and it brought her a lot of comfort wearing it to bed. The fact it was ugly made it all that nicer.
    After she crawled under the covers, she flipped on the television in the hopes the show would take her mind off of having sex. Her luck, all she could find were stories that involved loving couples. Yuk . As long as those two men were stuck in her head, she wasn’t in the mood to be happy for anyone.
     
    * * * *
     
    As soon as Julia pulled in front of her parents’ home, her mood brightened. It had been too long since she’d visited. Even though her mom said she wanted a painting of the lake, Julia had already made something else for her. She’d found an old photo of when she was about six, and had made a painting from it. It showed all four of them standing in the field behind the complex. Harvey, one of her dads, was saddling a small pony for her, while Charles, her other father, was by Mom’s side, his arm wrapped around her waist. Her mother was eight months pregnant with her brother. It had been Julia’s birthday, and this was the first time they were letting her ride. She’d never forget that day. For once, they didn’t seem worried about The Sword attacking.
    With her suitcase and present in hand, she strode up to the front door. She set down her case to ring the bell. Right away her mom answered.
    “Julia!” Without asking, she grabbed the suitcase. “Come in, darling.” Once her mom set down the case, she gave her a strong hug.
    “It’s good to be home.” Julia meant it.
    “Let me fix you some lunch, and then you can go out and start that painting I want.”
    Her mom was the one who’d encouraged Julia to work on her art, but she never remembered her being anxious to shove her out the door before they had a chance to chat. “I’m here for three days. I have time.”
    Her mom brushed her hands down her pants. “But it’s such a nice day. You know how fickle the mountain weather is. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s storming.”
    She laughed. While the weather was unpredictable, it wasn’t that bad. “You trying to get rid of me already?”
    “Of course not. Come into the kitchen and I’ll fix you a hot coffee.”
    “Where are my fathers?” She thought they’d be here.
    “They’re at the office.” Her lips thinned.
    “Planning more strategy?”
    “Yes. There’s been some unrest in Washington, and Charles and Harvey want to make sure we’re safe here.”
    “When do they plan on retiring?”