Free Club Saturday: Contemporary Menage Romance (Sarasota Sin Series Book 2) by Talyn Scott

mouth, she asked, “I didn’t talk to Matt last night, did I?”
    “No but your phone rang nonstop.” He frowned, and looked beautiful doing so. “Luckily, you misplaced it at bedtime.”
    She couldn’t help but laugh. “I misplaced it, huh?”
    He reached in his pocket, wincing at the tightness in his pants, but this time Vania fought to keep her eyes from his sizable erection. “Here.”   He handed Vania her phone. “I found it.”
    “You found it or hid it in the first place?”
    “Doesn’t matter now.”
    She studied the screen.   “I can’t believe all these texts, missed calls, and voice mails.” When she noticed the time was nearly eight, Vania swore under her breath. “Matt’s probably called the cops by now, and I’m due at work in ten minutes.”
    “He’s not called the cops. As far as work goes, Avery wants you to spend some time today squaring away the firehouse. Julian is meeting two managerial candidates there around one, so you can walk those prospective employees around the property afterwards.” Drake paused, thinking. “Take your laptop and field any of our company issues while you’re there.”
    With her slightly hungover brain, it took her a moment to process his words.   “Hey, how do you know Matt hasn’t called the cops?”
    “I may have texted him back on your behalf.”
    She knocked his arm from her shoulders. “You did what?”
    Drake looked unrepentant. “I pretended I was you, saying that you needed to rethink the relationship and the wedding planning was getting to you.” His eyes darted to the silk, goblet draperies where Oscar was sharpening his claws. “Oh, and that you took the damn cat.”
    “Oscar, stop that!”
    “Oscar,” he growled low, looking back at her with the infamous arrogance of all Easton men, “has confirmed the reasoning for my no pet policy in this hotel.”  
    “You’re not getting me off track.” Vania wagged her finger at Drake. By the look on his face, no one had ever done that to him. “You had no right to text Matt.”
    Evan walked into the room, showered and dressed in a fresh suit. He tossed his jacket on a nearby chair. “You gave us that right last night.”

Chapter 10

    Vania couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “How did I give you any rights in my life?”
    “Hey,” Evan’s voice gentled as he slid in on the other side of the bed, effectively sandwiching Vania inside two manly men, “You pressed your silk-clad body on mine and ground on my cock until I nearly detonated.”
    “No,” she whispered.  
    “Yes.” Drake slipped his fingers beneath her chin, turning her to face him. “In your sleep, you masturbated beneath these covers.”
    A choking sound left her throat.
    “Want to know whose name you called out when you climaxed?” Drake gave her no time to answer, probably knew Vania wouldn’t anyway. “Mine.”
    “And mine,” Evan murmured.  
    “Don’t tell me anything else,” she groaned.
    “You called out our names instead of Matt’s.” Drake’s breathing picked up, going choppy. “We know what that means to us, but what does that mean to you?”
    “That I will never drink again.”
    “I’m glad to hear it.” Evan pressed his fingertips to her lips, silencing her. “Not for the reason that you think.” He inched closer, his jaw clenching. “I want you to remember the next time you dance for us, the next time you masturbate calling our names.”
    When Evan dropped his hand from her mouth, Drake moved his face even closer, a fraction separating them. Their breaths mingled when Drake vowed, “And there will be a next time.”
    In the next second, Drake’s body was over hers, the ridge of his hard cock settling against her mound. The press of his lips softened her mouth, making her open on a gasp. He groaned as his tongue slipped through, curling around hers while his hands found her rounded ass and squeezed.
    “She’s so responsive to us.” Evan brushed her hair from her face and