Free Siren Unleashed [Texas Sirens 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Sophie Oak

lighted fountain was to his left. It was the kind of thing that would be nice to walk around with a sweet woman, talking and enjoying the night. That wasn’t going to happen.
    Georgia didn’t even look at Logan as he reached in to help her out. “Yeah, there’s another guy. Uhm, no, not with a ten-foot pole. No, he’s from that little town in Colorado. I know. I kind of thought it was a myth, too. Like who lives in Colorado?”
    Logan smiled at her, helped her down, and took her phone and launched it in a perfect spiral throw straight into the lake.
    Georgia’s eyes got wide, her mouth dropped open, but for once absolutely nothing came out.
    Logan yawned again before giving Ben a little pat on the back. “There. I helped.”
    Kitten grinned up at Logan, threading her arm through his. “Sir is very good at throwing phones.”
    Logan winked down at her. “Sir is very sick of listening to idiocy. Sir wanted to sleep, but he got to listen to California girl over there prove you really can waste money on a college education. Now, it’s time for Kitten’s feeding. Let’s get you something to eat, sweetheart, and then we’ll check out the dungeon in this place.”
    Georgia sputtered behind Logan. “How could you do that?”
    Logan never looked back. “It was easy, darlin’. I put my arm back and threw. That’s what they teach us boys in Colorado. You can swim and get it if you like, but I’ll just throw it again. Learn some manners, little girl.”
    Okay. He liked the kid.
    “You have to fire him, Benny. He’s horrible.” She crossed her arms over her chest before turning her face up and giving him puppy dog eyes. “Benny, I need a little money so I can replace my phone.”
    And ruin all of Logan’s good work? “Not a chance. You want a phone? Get a job, Georgie. And you’re bunking with Logan and Kitten. I hope you like the couch. Welcome to my world.”
    He walked into the lobby, a rich confection of elegance and Western design. A well-dressed young man waited on him.
    “Mr. Dawson, my name is Chris. Here’s the key to your room. Your brother assures me the Internet connection is fine. It’s all he really cared about. Hopefully you’ll appreciate the thousand-thread-count sheets, designer décor, and in-room hot tub.”
    That was Chase. He’d already pissed off the staff. Ben gave Chris his smoothest smile. “The resort is gorgeous. I can’t thank you enough for accommodating us on such short notice. Could you tell me where my brother is?”
    “Of course. He’s in the dungeon.”
    Well that didn’t take long. “I don’t suppose I can just walk down there like this?”
    “Fet wear only, Mr. Dawson. I had a set of leathers placed in your locker. Feel free to change.”
    Ben sighed. He was dead tired, but he needed to talk to Chase. “Thank you. Please have the luggage sent up to our room. And any minute now a ball of chaos and tears is going to walk through that door. It’s my sister. Feel free to put her in a closet if she misbehaves.”
    He followed the signs to the dungeon. His long night wasn’t over yet.
     
    * * * *
     
    She’d made a horrible mistake. She knew it the minute she left the dungeon and walked into the women’s dressing room.
    “Are you all right?” Gaby asked. She didn’t need to change. She ran the place, but she pulled off her daywear in exchange for a leather bustier. It looked like she and Cal would get in some play tonight.
    “I wanted to sleep with him.” There. She’d said it. She’d just put it out there. She’d wanted to have sex with a guy she’d just met. She never did that. She didn’t even scene with a guy until she’d known him a couple of months and had him checked out.
    But she wanted Sir. Dawson. Whatever his name was. She’d sat there cuddling with him and there was nothing she’d wanted more than to tilt her head up and hope he would kiss her.
    Gaby’s eyes got wide. “Really? He’s so…weird.”
    Yes, he’d been weird. He’d been