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

going to face me and show me your belly while you take my cock—and my mark.”
    Rose dug her fingers into her arms as his words penetrated right through the remainder of her sleepy haze. Her nipples tingled from a lot more than the morning chill now.
    The furniture was back in place, except the coffee table had been shoved aside to give them space. Caleb used a fair amount of it to lay his perfect body down until he was flat on his back. Stephen knelt between the thighs Caleb parted for him.
    Maybe she was incredibly naive in the ways of any sex, let alone what went on between two men, but she couldn’t quite envision what Stephen was about to do. Either way, her heart pounded with jealousy as she watched them get so incredibly intimate—especially at the thought that they’d left her bed in order to do it.
    She turned away from the doorway and wandered back to sit on the edge of the mattress and stare into space. What was going on here? Caleb made no bones about what he wanted from her, and he’d proven it by giving her the biggest orgasm of her life. Stephen had come along moments later and asked her out right in front of Caleb. Then again, Caleb hadn’t been the slightest bit jealous about it, had he? And the looks the two of them had shared far surpassed those of mere male rivals.
    A frown creased her forehead. There was no denying the truth. They were gay and getting it on in her apartment. Apparently, what had happened on the couch the day before had been nothing more than a mercy diddle on Caleb’s part. Maybe he felt sorry for her because she was a frigid weirdo who’d never had a man between her legs.
    Her eyes widened. What if the whole couch thing had never happened? What if that, too, had been part of her bizarre dreams, just like the one she’d just been having about wolves with cowboy hats and lab coats? Hell, maybe she was sleepwalking right now, and the men weren’t even really in the other room.
    A loud, sensual moan blew that theory apart. They were out there, all right. The dream theory made the most sense, then. It hadn’t been the first time she’d dreamed of a man who could melt her disinterest in sex with erotic fire. These men were so ungodly gorgeous that her concussed brain decided they would make fitting candidates. But it was clear that what the men really wanted was each other—enough to explore that attraction right on her living room rug. The only reason they’d come to her place was to check on her, and then they had stayed overnight to keep her from running out the door in some wild hallucination. They probably hadn’t ever crawled into her bed at all. And Stephen had never asked her out, either.
    “You’re so stupid,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “Damn romantic fool.”
    The noise in the living room grew more fevered. Her face grew hot and her breathing shallow as she listened to their raging arousal. The desire to sneak back and spy some more took her hard enough to make her grip the bedcovers with her fists, but the bitter disappointment over how wrong she’d been about them hit her even harder. What she wouldn’t give to be in Caleb’s place right now. Or better yet, to be right in the middle of them.
    “I’m right at the edge,” she heard Caleb say. “Fuck me hard.”
    Her heart gave a stomach-churning lurch.
    “I’ll bite you hard,” Stephen replied.
    The word “bite” shot her eyes open wide. He didn’t mean that literally, did he?
    She was halfway back to the door without even realizing she’d gotten to her feet again. What she saw gave her a chill. Stephen had gone from blatantly aroused to fiercely aggressive. The muscled striations in his upper arms bulged with effort as he supported his body over Caleb’s, staring down at the man with piercing, red-gold eyes. Jesus, the intense, inhuman glow seemed so real.
    Caleb’s legs were spread wide and pulled back while Stephen pounded his pelvis against Caleb’s ass. Mixed in with their wicked moans