Free Intimate Illusions [The Callens 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Melody Snow Monroe Page B

partners. Together we make a good team.”
    She didn’t know what to say. Max was right. The two men together could meet any challenge. She bet having an audience would give Ian a boost even if he lost the race. “Do you think he’d mind if we saw him race?”
    Max’s eyes widened. “You want to see him act like a fool?”
    “I don’t think it’s foolish. He’s competitive.” She could relate to that. “I want to watch.”
    “Then let’s do it.”

Chapter Eight
     
    Max backed his truck perpendicular to the fence that separated the road from the range. The finish line was right in front of them. “This is the closest we want to get.” He took a blanket from the bottom of the tool chest and unfolded it on the tailgate. “Hop on up here.”
    “How long is the course?”
    “Half mile.”
    All Devonne could see was a lot of scrub. “That’s going to be one bumpy ride.”
    “You got that right. I think they should be wearing neck collars, but men like Rory and Ian don’t see it that way.”
    She laughed at the slight upturn on his lips. “Is it dangerous?”
    Max didn’t say anything for a bit. “Could be. There are rocks and indents in the ground that could cause the trucks to flip.” She must have looked worried. He drew an arm around her. “Don’t worry. Ian is an expert driver. He’ll be careful.”
    She wasn’t as confident. Good thing Ian didn’t know she and Max were there. If he did, he might push it too hard.
    Max’s cell rang. “Yeah? Thanks.”
    “That was Richard. The race is about to begin.”
    A half mile wasn’t that far. One man, who she guessed was Richard, stood at the finish line. They’d draped orange tape on the ground to signify the end.
    “I’ve been to the Saratoga horse races, but I think this is more exciting.” He cocked a brow. “Remember, I used to model in New York.” She hoped that would explain why and how she happened to go the exclusive event.
    The sound of the engines reached them before the dust plume did. Rory’s truck veered off to the right as if he had to go around some obstacle. Ian took the lead until his truck hit something. Two wheels lifted into the air. Her breath caught, and she grabbed Max’s hand. She willed the car to land on all four wheels.
    “Go, Ian!” she shouted. That was dumb. Only Max could hear the cheer.
    Ian’s truck righted itself, and dust kicked up behind him. He caught up to Rory and edged past him. The two traveled side by side as they neared the finish line. For Ian’s sake, she hoped he’d win or else they crossed at the same time.
    Rory’s tires must have hit a dirt patch because his back end spun out. He regained control but not before Ian won the race.
    She held up her hands, leaned over and kissed Max. She’d meant it as a celebratory kiss, but the moment their lips touched, her body caught on fire. Embarrassed by her outburst, she leaned back. Max dragged her closer.
    “You have the best lips.” His hooded eyes nearly did her in.
    “Oh, yeah.” She nipped his bottom lip.
    “Yeah.” He let her go and smiled. “We don’t want to dampen Ian’s victory by making out in front of him.”
    Only then did she hear the loud roar of his truck as he plowed toward them.
    Ian leaned out the window. “How did you like it?” His grin nearly reached his ears.
    “You were great!”
    “Want to do a victory lap with the winner?”
    “I’ll jar my spine loose and not be able to walk down the runway.”
    He tapped the outside of his door. “How about if I take it slow?”
    From the eagerness in his eyes, she couldn’t say no. She looked over her shoulder at Max.
    “Go on. He’ll be careful. I’ll see you back at our house.”
    She liked how the two were so willing to share her attention and not act jealous. “Thanks. I’ll make sure he drives responsibly.”
    Max leaned his head back and laughed. “You do that, and I’ll owe you one.”
    She hopped off the tailgate. Since they’d parked on the outside of