Free Triple Infinity by K. J. Jackson

all for helping. What do you need me to do?”
    “Excellent . I need to get the two of them alone together, away from the main ranch and their posses. And they’re both — let’s just say both of them are lusty fellows, even a bit on the lecherous side. And since you’re the best-looking thing on this mountain, if I strut you by, and then dangle, maybe an ATV trail ride with you in front of them, I think they’ll take the bait. It’ll just be the four of us.”
    “Seems simple enough,” Shiv said. “I suppose you’re going to request the charming side of me, though?”
    “Might help. Although I imagine you won’t have to participate much, other than some well-timed smiles and laughs. My best guess is that it will be an embarrassing display by those two, trying to step on the other in effort to entice you to bed. You game?”
    Shiv grinned. “I’ll hold onto my fake excuse for another day. Happy to bring out the girls for a good cause.” Her arm swept with a flamboyant hand in front of her chest. “They usually are all the charm I need. Just let me go dig out a low-cut shirt from the car.”
    The shirt Shiv found, really, the whole outfit, screamed seduction. An emerald green top, displaying an almost obscene amount of creamy bosom, led down to tight jeans, accentuating the smooth curve of her backside. Triaten honestly didn’t mind the view either, and knew it would work as intended.
    Shiv was right about the girls bein g all the charm needed. She and Triaten played out the scene twice. A casual walk-by, an enticing smile from Shiv, and the mention of a trail ride by her to Triaten. Triaten then offered, as an afterthought, an invite to each the Arab and the Frenchman. Of course, no mention was made that other was invited.
    The Arab was portly, and the Frenchman had thin bones. Both were clearly out of shape — a rarity for either that they lifted more than a fork. So neither one was a natural on an ATV, which suited Triaten just fine. Get them in an awkward position, and then as far away from the ranch as possible. Something was bound to happen.
    Once th ey were on the trail, one piece of the plan became suddenly clear, that Triaten hadn’t considered. And that was Shiv speeding along as fast as she could. She led the foursome, and even though she’d never been on the trail before, she was a natural at pushing her machine to the limit up the steep mountain. She set a pace that both DeLisio and Shafar were having a hard time keeping up with. Triaten rounded up the back, just to make sure neither fell too far behind.
    At least when their eyes were focused on the dirt in front of them, they weren't ogling Shiv’s backside. Triaten recognized Shiv's attributes — he had a hell of a good time exploring them last night — but he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the two. Shiv was out of their league.
    Sure, each owned plenty of gorgeous women around the world, but that was just it. They own ed them. Triaten was pretty confident Shiv was not the type to be impressed with money and power, and aside from those two things, neither the Frenchman nor Arab had much to offer a woman. That much was obvious from the time they'd been at the ranch.
    The group switch-backed up the mountainside on the trail for an hour, before Triaten asked Shiv to stop via their helmet headsets. They were at one of the dramatic vistas that the trail led to, and with it, came a “v” in the path.
    After parking the four-wheelers in a row, t he group set off to the edge of the cliff to take in the sight, but Triaten stayed by his ATV, leaning against the seat, arms casually crossed against his chest. He ignored the banter — or rather, what the two men thought was playful banter with Shiv — and instead, concentrated on reading the two men. It didn't take him long to delve into their minds, and to find out that the Frenchman still harbored anger about whatever happened last night — some insult about his taste in clothing —