Free Unbridled and Untethered [The Double Rider Men's Club 10] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elle Saint James Page B

wake up just for a minute?” She stared at the masculine angles of his face. He didn’t move.
    A glance at his lips and the full force and inherent passion of the kiss they’d shared in the vault roared back into her soul. Calling on a fairy tale story from her childhood, Emma Rae leaned closer. Maybe he’d wake up if she kissed him. First, she looked up at the doorway to ensure her privacy and then quickly planted a soft, heartfelt kiss across his lips.
    He still didn’t stir. Didn’t even move a single muscle. Pity. She watched for a delayed reaction. She was so engrossed in watching Zeke’s gorgeous face, Emma Rae didn’t notice anyone else had entered the room until he spoke. “Are you Emma Rae?”
    Startled, she dropped Zeke’s hand and backed away from the side of his bed as if she’d been scorched.
    “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. His hands came up in a placating gesture. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” The familiar man made his way toward the foot of the bed, where she’d passed moments ago, and closed in on her. It was Luke. She recognized him from his picture.
    Luke was older and infinitely more attractive than the fifteen-year-old photo she’d seen. At least he was in her humble opinion. Her heart stuttered a bit as she took in and memorized his rugged current features.
    Emma Rae gazed into his clear blue eyes and registered the strong, handsome face of another very attractive man. His sexy blond hair, cut short but in need of a trim, bespoke a man who looked like he’d forever be comfortable on a horse’s back. He looked like every woman’s fantasy cowboy, and very close to what she’d pictured this past week wrapped, alone, between the sheets of her bed in carnal splendor.
    Luke passed by the foot of Zeke’s bed. His arm came up, as if he intended to shake her hand. Trapped on the far side of the bed, Emma Rae had nowhere to go. She locked her knees and prepared to touch his beautifully calloused fingers.
    “I’m Luke Benton.” He stepped into her sensory range. The scent of leather and musk and man washed over her being. He smelled exactly the way a sexy man’s man should. And even better than she’d fantasized.
    Emma lifted her fingers, and he grasped her hand securely in his. She tried not to swoon. Seriously, the guy was so very attractive. And he smelled great. After the recent week of dreaming about his hands on her, she was a little off center about meeting her fantasy lover in person.
    She managed to say, “I’m Emma Rae Madison. So good to meet you.” She couldn’t believe she’d gotten so many words through her suddenly-dry-as-the-Sahara lips.
    “I wanted to say thank you for taking care of Zeke. He’s my best friend. I heard you kept him from getting killed.”
    She shook her head in denial. “No. I really didn’t do that much. In fact, he saved me first.” She looked deeply into Luke’s eyes and was mesmerized. She wanted to feel his calloused fingers skimming along her naked body. The desire of that vision hit her like a fist to the chest.
    “That sounds just exactly like Zeke,” he said and glanced at his friend. Emma Rae also captured a look as his friend did. Both of them were just so viscerally engaging, either face she stared at gave her a thrill.
    Zeke’s eyes fluttered open for a second and then closed as she and Luke looked on.
    “Zeke?” Luke said and moved toward the bed. Now she was even more pinned in.
    She put her hand on his shoulder and also said, “Zeke? Are you awake?” His eyes opened once more but didn’t seem to focus before drifting shut again.
    “Looks like he’s trying to come back,” Luke said quietly. He turned his intense gaze back to her face. She returned the stare. Maybe two men would be okay to try once.
    “What in the world are you two doing in here?” came an irate voice from the doorway. They both turned, and a nurse marched into the room with a scowl on her lined face.
    “We’re friends of Zeke’s,” Luke