Free Bombshell - Men of Sanctuary Series, Book Three by Danica St. Como Page A

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    He hadn’t planned on staying over, but why not? “Sure, I’ll stay. Tomorrow is my day off, anyway. Joe Collins has the ball. I’ll let him know I’ll be out here if he needs me.
    I’ll give Chandler a call, too.”
    Usually enjoyable, the after-dinner coffee and chitchat in the great room seemed to drag on forever. Mac watched the minute hand crawl sluggishly around the large-faced, antique, train station clock on the far wall. A small fire, not one of Adam’s usual pyrotechnic affairs, blazed cheerfully in the hearth.
    Kamaka had long since departed for his cabin, more than pleased when Lucian broke into his personal stash of snack food. And shared.
    Lorelei looked classy and comfortable in a soft blue sweater worn over a long flowing blue and cream skirt. The waist-to-hem buttons were undone to mid-thigh.
    Sitting on the sofa with her legs stretched out on the cushions, she appeared serene as she stroked the little calico cat on her lap—the cat that had moved into Sanctuary while the three lovers were away.
    Adam and Lucian looked edgy. Sensual anticipation rippled in the air, like sun’s rays bouncing off hot pavement, and Mac guessed the trio would end up in Adam’s bed tonight. After all, they’d spent weeks at the Duquesne farm in North Carolina, where the men needed to be on their best behavior—or Lucian’s mama would have thumped them until they remembered their manners.
    Mac’s room sat next to the com center, the farthest unused bedroom from Adam’s. While the trio didn’t overtly partake of sexual excesses in front of their guests, it was impossible not to hear the sounds of wild passion coming from behind closed doors.
    Keko’s room is only two from Adam’s. Not far enough . Mac stood, yawned, and stretched. “Everyone, dinner was fantastic as usual. Thanks again. I’m beat, I’m heading up.”
    Lorelei moved the cat, shifted onto one hip, crossed her legs. Her actions were seductive, whether she meant them to be or not. “G’night, Mac. Or, as Kamaka taught me, aloha po . See you in the morning. When you go up, would you be a dear and hit the light switch on the wall next to Adam’s room? We’re not ready for bed yet. I’d like to enjoy the fire.”
    When he reached the gallery level, Mac glanced down at his hosts before he turned off the soft lamp light in the great room. Lucian had already settled next to Lorelei. His hand slid up her naked thigh where the gauzy skirt fabric had fallen away.
    Adam slouched in his chair like a big jungle cat and stretched his thighs wide, which emphasized the bulge behind the zipper of his cargo pants.
    By the look on her face, Lorelei noticed, because she licked her lips.
    Oh yeah, fun and games about to commence on this fine night . Mac clicked off the remote switch for all the lamps in the great room.
    As he passed by Keko’s room, a strip of light from under her door indicated she was still up. He knew that Lorelei’s room separated Keko’s from his room, with no connecting doors between.
    In his own room, stretched out on his bed, he remembered when his life at Sanctuary really began. Even though he’d begun attending classes and training sessions at the camp shortly after he arrived in town, it hadn’t been until the following year that Adam and Lucian felt comfortable enough with Mac to initiate him into their ménage a quatre lifestyle. Not as their third with two or more women, but by vouching for him, by introducing him to adult men and women who enjoyed playing, as singles, couples, or in small groups, at a classy, private club.
    He agreed with his friends’ life-long decision never to play too close to home. So, when he sought female companionship, a quick phone call to Lucian, who acted as cruise director, set up an evening’s entertainment about two hours away from the quiet hamlet of Catamount Lake, away from Sanctuary. After a couple of years enjoying the life, the men had fallen into a comfortable routine that worked