Free Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Lynn Stark Page B

Roarke? It was true she found both men terribly attractive, more so than any men she had met before. But was she ready to make any kind of commitment?
    Roarke’s tongue stabbed at her again, making focusing even more difficult. Obviously his intent now was to get her to focus on him. She took another bite of the chocolate, sucking on it, as she tried to imagine what he looked like there, a dark fallen angel, between her legs, his mouth connected to her body in a most intimate manner.
    Marley came unexpectedly with a scream, her body arching off the desk, fire flashing along her veins as her legs tightened and her heels dug into the muscular wall of Roarke’s back. Strong hands tightened on the flesh of her ass, cupping the twin mounds tightly as he licked and sucked, taking every bit of her juices as she fell back down to the worn, wooden surface of the desk. She panted hard, her hands gripping the edges, as she reexamined the reasons why she shouldn’t involve herself with anyone at this time in her life.
    All past arguments against it faded away as Roarke began suckling on her clit, winding her up again. She moaned and pushed, eager for one more. She thought about having his mouth on her as it was now while she sucked Grayson’s cock down her throat. The image was burned into her brain, a fantasy she wanted to bring to life. And if she was handcuffed again…
    Marley’s next scream of pleasure had the dogs whining in distress in the hallway. She didn’t hear them. There was nothing outside her passion-hazed world.
    She couldn’t think of one reason at that moment why she shouldn’t give Grayson and Roarke a chance.
     
    * * * *
     
    Roarke knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn’t help it. As he walked into the house and dropped the groceries on the counter, he thought about their butterfly. Marley’s cooperation in her own seduction had amazed him. Actually, it had shocked him. After what Gray had told him about his visit to the gallery that morning, he had known he couldn’t wait until he saw her for himself.
    “Hey, babe,” Gray whispered huskily, coming up soundlessly behind him. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him close as his neck was kissed and nibbled on. “How was your day?”
    “As interesting as yours,” Roarke informed him, turning in his partner’s embrace.
    A dark-blond brow arched. A look of interest entered the green eyes. “And what happened that was as interesting?”
    He wiggled his straight black brows. “I got to taste our pretty butterfly’s sweet little pussy.”
    Gray was stunned. “How did that happen?”
    “She came into the liquor store on her way home, just before I was to close up. I took her in the back, seduced her with chocolate, and then had my wicked way with her.” Roarke stroked the hardening flesh behind Gray’s zipper. “She has a naked pussy. And a butterfly tattoo on it.”
    “She doesn’t!” Gray groaned and he knew it was from disappointment that he hadn’t seen it for himself.
    “She does. I made her come twice.”
    “Lucky bastard.”
    “She’s a screamer. It’s a wonder no one called to report it.”
    Gray laughed. “I wish someone had. Then I could have handcuffed both of you and had my wicked way with two sexy prisoners.”
    It was Roarke’s turn to groan. “You’re going to kill me. Next time I’ll just call you myself.”
    “Do that. Now, tell me, did you make plans to see her again? I wasn’t able to get back to the gallery today. I had to help round up half of Randolph Miller’s herd this afternoon. Damn cattle wouldn’t go anywhere I wanted them to. Couldn’t do much more than block the road with my cruiser. One fucking steer jumped up on the hood to make its escape. You should see the dents.”
    “Which is why you left the ranching to your brothers,” Roarke reminded the man needlessly. Gray unbuttoned the white uniform shirt, peeling it back as he went. Roarke’s mouth watered, as it always did, when he saw