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

from confused, psychedelic dreams to find the bedroom mostly cloaked in darkness. Just a faint glow around the edges of Rose’s window blinds hinted at the arrival of dawn. Memories began a sluggish resurfacing, like bubbles popping on top of thick mud. Bizarre images came with them until she was no longer certain which ones were fact and which were fantasy.
    Rolling onto her side sent sharp lances of pain along her limbs. The accident had been real enough. The fact that her head spun a little and her thoughts were so random attested to the concussion, too. Most of what she recalled after swerving into a tree, however, was up for debate. Too many memories didn’t add up to anything that made sense.
    Rose was alone, so that ruled out the best of her dreams. She had imagined that two gorgeous, former cowboys—or, rather, “once cowboys, always cowboys”—had snuggled their hard, naked bodies against her in bed.
    “Yeah, right,” she whispered. “Because that always happens to me.”
    A glance beneath the covers showed that she was naked, though, and she never slept that way. Curious. Maybe she’d thrown off her clothes while dreaming about it.
    A quick scan of the floor showed no sign of her having shucked her sleepwear, and she frowned. It hadn’t been sleepwear the men had pulled off her in the dream, though. There’d been a chase, hadn’t there? Or was that part of the dream, too?
    Of course it was. She pushed herself up slowly. Werewolves hadn’t chased her. They didn’t exist.
    She grimaced at the sharp, deep ache in her muscles that were actively protesting her plan to get out of bed. No way she’d be going for an early-morning jog to get the blood pumping today. Then again, a muffled sound from the living room jump-started her heart rate just fine.
    Rose paused with her breath held to see whether she would hear it again. She did. There was no mistaking the muffled moan this time, and the implication set wild butterflies loose in her stomach.
    So, she wasn’t alone after all. There were men in her living room, and from the sound of it, they weren’t exactly chatting.
    Her heart hammered full speed ahead as she slipped silently out of bed, ignoring the grinding ache in her bones while she stood slowly enough to curb any more dizziness. A shiver ran through her, and she folded her arms over tight nipples while she shuffled naked to the door. A glance into the clothes hamper on the way widened her eyes. Damp, dirt-crusted slipper socks had been tossed in the laundry, along with the exact clothing she dreamed the men had peeled off her body. The chase had been real. The human parts of it, anyway.
    Swallowing hard, she peered out the doorway to see a sight she knew in an instant that she would never, ever forget. Both men were naked, their muscles tense and rippling, while Stephen stood in front of a kneeling Caleb. From her vantage point, both men stood sideways, with Stephen angled slightly more toward her. She could study each of their profiles this way, along with the fact that Caleb was pulling his mouth away from Stephen’s wet, raging erection. It was obvious that he’d just been servicing the man’s cock.
    Her stomach dropped several inches while she gaped at the red, glistening organ that jerked and bobbed in front of Caleb’s face.
    “Do it now,” Caleb said, looking up at Stephen. “I can’t wait anymore.”
    Rose’s pulse jumped right along with Stephen’s rod.
    “Lie down,” Stephen ordered, his usual smooth tone gone.
    Caleb started to twist around and get on all fours, but Stephen grabbed him by the top of his hair and yanked back firmly enough for Rose to wince in sympathy. Caleb, however, smiled and let out a little moan.
    “No,” Stephen said. “On your back.”
    Caleb twisted around and sat facing the other man, who bent down low over him.
    “You gave me ten kinds of hell over this alpha thing,” Stephen went on with a smile that wasn’t necessarily pleasant. “So you’re