Captivated: Return to Earth

by Ashlynn Monroe

  Chapter 2

  “What the hell is this?” Cade asked, holding up the toaster.

  Hell was right. Franny shook her head. She hadn’t realized just how much these sheltered men had to learn about her world.

  “That’s what I used to make your toast...no fireplaces here,” she explained.

  Cade grunted, set the appliance back down, and picked up his plate with the last bites of food she’d cooked him. He took another bite.

  There was a crumb on his lip and she was tempted to go kiss the speck away. Better yet, she wondered how his lips would taste covered in whipped cream or honey. He looked delicious, and she was ready for some dessert. Franny was starving, but not for food. She’d missed him so much. They’d turned her on in the limo and even with everything going on she was still hot for them.

  The long spaceflight had left her feeling grungy and tired. Franny slipped into the bathroom and took a quick shower. She put on a clean pair of jeans and a tight tank top, but didn’t bother with panties and a bra. She heard the other shower running. She was glad her guys were getting cleaned up too, but she wondered how long they’d have hot water. Not that water temperatures would matter to men who were used to bathing in a cold creek.

  Dawson stepped out of the bathroom with wet hair. He was dressed in a pair of new jeans and a black t-shirt. She’d bought them what she thought they might need—clothing and toiletries—as soon as she knew Virgin Galactic was considering funding the rescue mission. The fabric of the shirt stretched tight against his chest. He looked fuckably amazing standing there clean and out of his Utopian garments.

  A loud scream, then a dog barking, and then a revving engine blared through the apartment coming from the living room. Franny went around the corner to find Nebraska fumbling with the TV remote. She snatched the control out of his hand to turn the volume down, but her fingers hit the channel up button instead.

  “The Utopian miners are here, but is that a good thing?” said a young female cable network nitwit. Franny turned down the volume to a normal decibel level.

  The screen showed Cade’s fist connecting with the face of the man who’d grabbed her. Of course, they’d cut out the part where she’d been accosted. The camera caught every nuance of rage as emotion played across Cade’s expression like a symphony of violence. Franny cringed. He couldn’t have made himself look less civilized if he’d been trying. This wasn’t good.

  “Are these men dangerous? Can Chicago handle men who have been living by codes, not laws? What do you think, Stewart?” the blonde asked as she turned to her bored-looking co-anchor.

  Franny quickly turned the television off.

  “Cade, you’re famous,” Nebraska yelled. He didn’t seem a bit worried about the fact the reporter was trying to make a story out of nothing.

  Cade peeked his head around the corner and grinned. “How?”

  “You were on her big wall here. Some lady said you’re trouble.”

  “Damn right I am,” Cade replied without a hint of irritation or remorse.

  “This is not cool! You guys need to realize people will believe everything they see on TV. You can’t hit anyone else, please. I just hope the reporter doesn’t sue you or press charges.”

  “Sue me? Charges? Huh, like a grievance?”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” Franny said. Arching her brow, she crossed her arms over her chest and stood back, frowning at Cade.

  “Two men disputin’ something—they have a grievance. The town votes on who wins. All I have is a book, and that bastard can have it. I saw your shelf over there in the corner. Hell, you must have all the books in Chicago.”

  They had so much to learn, and she hoped the world was willing to give them the time they needed. She had only thought about her three. The other men were out there in the world with a few corporate chaperones and no one to care about them. She fought down the dark emotion of how slimy ignoring the others made her feel. She’d been told they’d have guidance and that was the last she’d thought about the rest of the Utopians.

  “It’s different here. It’s against the law to hit someone unless it’s in self-defense, and even then, it’s hard to prove you’re innocent.”

  “I’m no innocent, you know that well enough, darlin’,” Cade teased.

  She growled out a huff of annoyance. “This is serious. Do you want to go to jail?”

  “’Course not, but it’s stupid that a man can’t protect his lady without idiots telling him it’s a crime. I’d go to jail a thousand times in your defense.”

  Damn. She loved the way her barbarians made her feel. The rough poetry of her old-fashioned, untamable man made her wet and hot again.

  “Come with me to the bedroom,” she ordered.

  “I thought you’d never ask.” Dawson chuckled. He rushed over and picked her up.

  Franny squeaked, and the awkward feeling of weightlessness made her throw her arms around his neck and cling to him.

  “I like the way you feel in my arms,” he whispered in her ear.

  Franny bit her lip.

  “Where’s your bed, sweetheart?”

  “First door on the left,” she uttered breathlessly.

  She wanted to explain about the bedroom, but the look on his face made her too horny to speak. She had a feeling she wouldn’t care what they thought of her plan in, three…two…and he opened her door wider with a kick. The bang fleetingly made her think of the security deposit, and then damage didn’t matter anymore because Dawson kissed her hard, with such demand that it made her want him to hold her down and fuck her the way she liked it.

  “What the hell?” Nebraska’s confusion broke through the haze of lust.

  Dawson pulled away and looked around.

  “That’s some bed, Franny,” Cade said.

  She felt the heat as a flush crept up her neck to fill her cheeks. They had sleeping arrangements to talk about.

  Three twin beds were pushed together in the middle of the bedroom. She’d used her Utopian-learned sewing skills to make a massive fitted sheet and custom quilt to cover the giant bed.

  “Those beds come apart, but for tonight I thought...I don’t want to pick.”

  “I like it,” Nebraska said.

  Cade and Dawson remained silent. She’d expected the reactions, but experiencing them was still a bit uncomfortable.

  “I don’t expect us to always share a bed, but tonight I want you all near me. Is this going to be okay? You each have a dresser with clothing in the drawers too. The room looks small, but it’s just a lot of furniture in here. I hope the way we had arranged things on Utopia is okay, but I think the rotation should change to a weekly switch. What do you guys think? We can always look for a bigger place eventually and everyone will have a private room.”

  “This works for me. Fuck the rotation. If you’d have us all every night I’d vote for that,” Nebraska said tightly as he adjusted his cock.

  Franny knew he liked the group play. During his rotation, usually one or both of the others joined them. Nebraska had his moments of jealousy, but they weren’t as frequent as the other men’s were.

  She never had a problem with being shared, but she knew Cade and Dawson preferred having a little privacy. They both enjoyed her undivided attention. Tonight they’d all get attention, but there was no way she’d pick. Whenever her crusade to save them grew tough, she’d fantasize about this night. She knew exactly what order she planned to kiss, suck, and enjoy her men.

  “What are you smiling about?” Dawson asked as he looked down at her face.

  “I was just thinking about what I plan to do to you all.”

  He chuckled. Dawson dropped her in the middle of the bed. She gazed up at her men as they circled her. Nebraska took off his clothing. Dawson, then Cade followed. The men stood naked in her room. Feeling overdressed, but entertained, she lay watching her hunks. Their bodies were incredible. Hard work had left them with harder abs. Even sick from the deteriorating conditions of Utopia the guys w
ere still muscular. All of their impressive erections stood at attention and drew her eye to the lovely line-up.

  She got off the bed and walked the gauntlet, running her finger lightly over the erections as she passed the men. Dawson sucked in a breath, but Cade and Nebraska didn’t give her the same satisfaction. She took Cade in her hand and squeezed gently.

  Cade took hold of the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head. Her breasts bounced and both nipples tightened as the cool air hit her body. Nebraska unbuttoned her fly and Dawson stood behind her. He slowly worked the fabric off her hips. She stepped out of the denim as it pooled around her ankles.

  “Look at her grinning up at us like a Cheshire cat.” Cade’s amused observation didn’t take the smile off her face.

  Nebraska came closer. “I think she needs a good spanking. I’ve missed her soft ass.”

  Franny cried out with a short shriek that turned into a giggle as Nebraska grabbed her, sat down on the bed, and pressed her down over his lap. His cock dug into her belly, and she wiggled to get comfortable. The crack of his hand on her flesh didn’t hurt. None of them had spanked her sexually before so it was surprise that made her yelp.

  Nebraska rubbed her ass cheek where he’d smacked her. “Damn, I love touching you. When I thought I’d never see you again, my biggest regret, besides not telling you how much I love you, was that I never did this.” His hand came down with another resounding crack.

  She jumped with surprise, but it didn’t really hurt. She spread her legs wider in hopes he’d touch her clit too.

  “Don’t hurt her,” Dawson warned.

  Franny pressed her lips together. The eroticism of the others watching Nebraska spank her escalated her desire to a new level even as she fought her natural reaction to embarrassment.

  She knew he enjoyed rubbing her ass when they cuddled after sex, but she had no idea he’d thought about giving her a spanking. When his hand made contact once more, she moaned.

  “Maybe you ought to stop hitting now,” Dawson said in a voice that did little to disguise his anger.

  Nebraska ran his fingers between her folds and rubbed her clit. When he pulled his fingers away, she wiggled her ass with impatience.

  “She’s wet. I think our Franny likes me smacking her. Do you like it, Franny?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered. “There isn’t much any of you could do I wouldn’t like.”

  Nebraska chuckled, and when his hand came down again she whimpered.

  “Please, someone touch my clit or I’m going to go crazy,” she begged.

  Nebraska kept her over his knee. He held her wrists together gently on the mattress. His hand ran over her ass. Someone was parting her labia. Large fingers fucked her pussy, while his thumb tweaked her clit at the same time. She shuddered with pleasure and gasped as Nebraska brought his hand down with even greater force. Franny reveled in sensation.

  She raised her head and saw Cade, Nebraska, and Dawson reflected in the mirror on the wall. The sight stole her breath and heated her lust to molten levels. She watched Cade touching her pussy. Cade’s fingertip pressed her g-spot each time he arched his fingers deep inside her before flexing them back. Franny closed her eyes and relished the pleasure.

  Dawson knelt in front of her and tilted her chin up. “I love you,” he said, then he let her hair loose from its bun.

  The silky sensation of hair slithered down her back, and Franny shivered. He took hold of the mass and twisted the hair around his hand until he cupped the back of her scalp. He pulled forward just enough for him to have better access to her lips, but not to hurt her. Franny let him kiss her deeply. Dawson’s tongue delved into her mouth.

  Cade and Nebraska still caressed her, and she was a moment away from orgasm. Dawson kissed her with tender passion. She shattered. Moaning, Franny let out a cry against Dawson’s mouth as her pussy constricted around Cade’s fingers. Nebraska was still rubbing her ass cheeks and holding her immobile. The combined sensations were so amazing she had to close her eyes. Wave after wave rolled through her and she came hard for them.

  Her body laid across Nebraska’s lap, limp and spent. She didn’t protest when he helped her lay back on the bed. Nebraska was gentle, and he pressed a tender kiss to her mouth before he moved out of the way.

  Dawson lay down next to her and his lips found hers. At first, his kiss was tender, but then he sucked her lower lip...hard. Erotic sensation shot through her body, all the way to her toes. Groaning, she let him part her legs with his thigh. She was so ready. Franny helplessly wiggled her hips against him.

  Dawson’s lips found her neck. He kissed where her pulse thundered. Then his mouth trailed its way to the swell of her breasts. He moved lower to suck one nipple hard, nipping before he moved to the other. He took his time with that one, lapping with tender affection until both were stiff, sensitive peaks. When she looked down he was gazing at her. Franny watched him tormenting her nipple and it made excitement gather in her core. She could feel her wet heat leaking for him, and she desperately wanted him to touch her clit again.

  Dawson chuckled as if he sensed her impatience. He kissed his way down her stomach, twirling his tongue into her belly button, causing her to gasp. Then his lips found the mound just above her pussy.

  Dawson’s tongue lapped at her intimate flesh. Her hips bucked and she whimpered. He moved his long arms and snaked them up her body. Dawson began to pinch and tease her nipples until her lust became a burning-sun-going-supernova. She was so close to coming. The ripples and contractions of pleasure rolled through her as she came, but then he pulled away.

  A disappointed cry broke from her. “Please,” she whimpered.

  His large erection bounced as he knelt on the bed, taking her leg casually in his hands. He ran his hand from her hip to her ankle. When he reached her foot, he pressed a long, tender kiss into her instep and massaged her foot.

  Nebraska and Cade moved closer, and each of them claimed one of her breasts. Cade sucked while Nebraska fondled her. Nebraska watched her face and grinned. She bit her lip.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  Franny closed her eyes and her hips bucked. She wanted one of them to give her pussy some attention.

  Dawson parted her legs wider and reached for her other foot. He kissed the second instep and repeated the massage, wringing a whine of pleasure from her, before he kissed his way back toward her wet, wanting pussy.

  Cade gave her nipple a quick pinch. Dawson sucked her clit between his teeth, and she cried out. Dawson lapped at the nub, and she pressed her thighs gently against his head. Her body wanted him to do what he was doing harder. She arched up to grind her pussy against his mouth.

  “I’m so close.” She gasped.

  Nebraska and Cade kept playing with her breasts. Dawson stuck his finger inside of her and found her g-spot. Then he added another digit. Dawson worked her clit enthusiastically with his eager mouth.

  Franny cried out a primal wail as her body quivered against Dawson’s fingers. When he pulled them out she whimpered with dissatisfaction, but then he grasped her hips and pulled her closer, impaling her with his cock. She bucked, and the orgasm regained its momentum. Dawson stayed buried to his base. When she cried out, he pulled back out until just his tip was inside of her, then he thrust again. Dawson fucked her faster and harder.

  “God! Yes!” She wailed.

  “This is a bit too unholy for the good Lord,” Nebraska teased, but she was too far gone to think in words. Her mind was a mass of sensation and pleasure. There was no place for anything but passion.

  Dawson’s hands rested next to her shoulders. She opened her eyes, and he gazed down into her face as he pumped into her with demanding need. When he came he shut his eyes. She moaned, watching his face contort with pleasure as he spilled his hot seed deep inside her pussy. Her body squeezed him tight. The others pulled away when he collapsed against her. She could feel the reverberations of her orgasm like an earthquake’s aftershocks.

 
; She wrapped her arms around Dawson’s shoulders and cradled him to her. The heat of his body warmed her all the way to her soul. He held her tight, his panting breaths fanning across her shoulder as he rested his head in her cleavage.

  “You make me whole, woman,” Dawson said softly.

  He pushed off of her and cradled her head in his hand, pulling her to him for a tender kiss. She could taste the musk of her own desire on his lips, but she didn’t care. His kiss kindled her passion again.

  When he pulled back his expression was searching and a little sad. “I still want you all to myself, but damn, I know that ain’t the way it is.”

  He let go of her, and the strangest sense of loss filled her as he moved out of the way.

  Nebraska took his place kissing her. He trailed his lips down her jawline until his lips were on her neck. He moved lower and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She sighed as his arms slid around her back. As she came off the euphoric high of orgasm she noticed the smell of sex was strong in the room.

  Dawson watched from a lazy position on the far side of the bed. She studied Dawson’s expression as he watched Nebraska kiss her neck and squeeze her breasts. He was jealous, but she could see desire darken his eyes. The surreal, sated lethargy kept her content to just sprawl out on the bed. Dawson had been the first to have her back on Utopia, so having him take her first brought this unique commitment full circle.

  She wasn’t done, not until she’d reconnected with all of her men, both body and soul.

  “Don’t leave Cade out,” Franny said quietly. The first night, so long ago now, Cade had tried to spare her from being overwhelmed by not taking her too. She wouldn’t let him do that to her again.

  Cade smiled, changing positions so she could take his hard cock in her mouth. His body blocked her view of Dawson. He was so large she had to fist the base of him. She took as much of him as she could into her mouth, sucking hard against his flesh. Franny forgot about Dawson’s voyeurism as she relished Cade. Loving him with her mouth restored some of her energy. To her amazement, desire rekindled in her core. These men made her insatiable.