Free Disobedient Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by J. Rose Allister

but when the men bolted, the surge of speed and blur of passing scenery changed her mind. Closing her eyes proved to be the better bet as she threw her arms around Stephen’s neck and held on. Even without being able to see, she could tell from the crunching sounds of their feet and suddenly sharpened scent of pine and wet leaves that they had ducked into the woods, likely to avoid being seen by anyone out on the highway.
    With her head pressed to his chest, she could hear Stephen’s sharp breaths tinged with brief, faint growls. Earlier, the animal sounds the men made as they faced off had frightened her. Now, the rhythmic rumbling soothed her until she became a pliable lump in his arms.
    At their impressive speed, they made it back in no time. Rose opened her eyes when they paused just inside the tree line, sniffing the air and discussing how best to be sure her neighbors weren’t about to get an eyeful of naked man flesh. Not that Rose was complaining about that any. Waves of giddy well-being infused every cell in her body. Let them stay naked full time for all she cared.
    Once inside, she wriggled around in expectation that Stephen would put her on her feet. Instead, he marched her straight into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed.
    “Help me,” he said, and Caleb leaned over her to tug on her sweater.
    She lay there helpless, watching the room swim around her dizzy head while they undressed her. Stephen peeled off the soaked, dirty socks, which was a relief. Her jogging pants were next, and having a man pull those off should have alarmed her. The spinning room and dreamy feeling that her body was floating off the mattress, however, made it difficult to do anything other than ride the wave. Two super-sexy, naked males were stripping off her clothes in her bedroom. What wasn’t to like about that?
    “Why, Stephen,” she said when he lifted her up enough to pull the bedcovers out from beneath her. “This is all so sudden.”
    She yawned in the middle of a giggle, producing an odd, distorted laugh that sounded like it came from someone else.
    “Maybe you shouldn’t have let her out of the hospital so soon,” Caleb said as the men slid under the covers on either side of her.
    “Maybe you shouldn’t have been in such a hurry to stick your cock in a woman with a concussion,” Stephen replied.
    “I didn’t stick my cock in her. Just my fingers.”
    The memory his words invoked, cosseted by the feel of two sensual, warm males turning her bed into a heavenly sandwich, sent a giddy trickle of desire down her spine.
    “And it was incredible,” she purred, casting a heavy-lidded smile at Stephen. “You should try it.”
    Caleb gave a tiny grunt of satisfaction.
    “I plan to,” Stephen said as he faced her, and the twitch she felt in the cock he had pressed against her hip proved it. “But not tonight.”
    She gave a whimper of sleepy protest. “Please? Just a little.” Her hands searched beneath their shared blankets to find his hand and pull it to the patch of hair between her legs. “I want to feel your hands on me the way Caleb’s were.”
    His fingers grazed her pussy curls, and she gave a delightful shiver. Why not be bold? It was her delusion. Might as well enjoy it.
    “Soon,” he said, kissing her forehead as he gently moved his hand away. “When you are in better shape and Caleb and I have finished conducting our own business.”
    Her eyes fluttered after another yawn, and she indulged the need to let them fall closed while the heat of the men’s bodies infused her with a sense of glorious, radiant cohesion. “That reminds me,” she whispered weakly. “Did you two figure out who the alpha’s going to be before you had to chase me down?”
    “Yeah,” Caleb said. “I reckon we did.”
    “So, who won?”
    She barely got the question out before exhaustion crash-landed on her consciousness. She didn’t stay awake long enough to hear the answer.

Chapter Five
     
    Consciousness sprang