Free Monroe, Melody S. - Deception Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Melody S. Monroe Page B

they didn’t need to pretend to any woman. If she was just a client to them, they wouldn’t have constant hard-ons, now would they?
    “Climb on in, darlin’, or do you plan to kneel all night long? Not that I mind looking at your tits, but you might get cold.”
    She jerked her thoughts to the men in front of her. Both were bare chested. Now there was a grand sight, indeed. “You sleeping in those pants?” Why was she always trying to incite a riot? Asking them to get naked was the same as saying she wanted them to fuck her.
    “Now that you mention it, hell no. I’ll be a mite more comfortable going au naturel . It’s the way I sleep every night.”
    Really? Thinking about either man gloriously naked turned her on, as did Jack’s speech. She loved how he had the Western drawl down to perfection. Maybe speaking without an accent like he did in Flagstaff Prep would have put off some of his clients.
    She glanced to Trace to see if he’d shed his pants too. Trace kept his gaze on her, smiled, then took off his pants in one swift movement. Yes!
    Their cocks lay straight up on their flat stomachs, making her pussy cream. She sucked in a breath. Could she make love to both men? At the same time?
    A little late now to pull back.
    The big question was how she’d feel in the morning if she did. Would she be racked with guilt or be deliriously happy? Maybe she should be asking herself whether she could walk away tomorrow and not look back.
    Aw, hell, she was leaving anyway, so she might as well have some good memories to take with her. She hoped she hadn’t fallen into a rationalization trap again.
    She so loved how they made her feel. How that happened so fast, she didn’t know, but it did.
    Stop analyzing. Do what you want.
    “Darlin’? Are you okay? We’re waiting for you.”
    “Yes. Just thinking about logistics.” She’d gotten way too good at lying, something she needed to change.
    While the lone flashlight illuminated one nylon wall of the tent, which allowed her to see the bed, the rest of the tent was shrouded in shadows. She got rid of her boots and socks and set them near the entrance. Next came her shirt. She debated turning around to take off her jog bra, but they’d seen all of her many, many times.
    Trying to act as if it were what one did in the woods, she took off her bra, then slid off her shorts. Trace lifted up the top sleeping bag. There was a space between the two men and she crawled toward them.
    “Hold it one second,” Trace commanded. “Do you really think we’d let you cover up your sweet pussy for the night if we’re naked?” He paused long enough for her to answer, but she didn’t. “If you choose to come into bed. I need to warn you. We plan on taking you the way we’ve wanted to since the moment we met.”
    More liquid pooled between her legs, and her heart sped up. Even her traitorous nipples puckered. “And if I crawl into the bed, I plan on doing to you two what I’ve wanted to since the moment I saw you, too.”
    Where had that sass come from? Was it because she finally had conquered her demons and was no longer cowed by them? Or didn’t she need their acceptance because she’d already gotten it?
    “Well, sugar, I guess we’re all in agreement. We want to fuck you silly.”
    She should have been offended by Trace’s crude statement, but he said it with such levity that she took no offense. She wanted to shout out loud, but instead sat on the edge of the sleeping bag, lifted her legs high in the air, and stripped off her panties. Trace’s hand went straight to his cock as if he couldn’t wait to have her. She got back on her knees and crawled in between them.
    Jack placed a hand on her shoulders. “How about you stop there, darlin’?”
    Would she never get to bed? “Why? I’m cold.”
    “I’ll show you why.”
    Jack moved behind her and slid his cock between her legs. He rubbed her tits, and she couldn’t help but moan at how wonderful his callused palms were