Free A Pair of Jacks (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Blaze Ballantine Page B

pleasure she’d never experienced. Yes, I am so going to do this.
    “Guys,” she whispered breathlessly.
    Jack drew back to look at her face. “Yes or no. That’s all you have to say, Marie. Yes or no.”
    “Yes, oh God, yes.” She breathed. She slumped against Reno’s body as he ran his hands up her sides and slightly under his brother’s hands giving her the feel of two men supporting her, touching her, paying attention to her needs.
    One of Jack’s hands swept her hair away from her neck, allowing Reno to lower his face to her skin, breathing hot kisses on her neck and shoulder while their hands roamed her body, touching everywhere, teasing, pulling, stroking, and eliciting such a need in Marie, she thought she would faint from the sensation.
    “Let’s go inside,” she pleaded. She reached out to touch both of them with her hands, gripping their shirts in her fists.
    “Uh, uh.” Reno reluctantly stepped back from her. “Walter and Sallie will be over today. We don’t want to be interrupted, now do we?”
    Jack glanced up at the craggy bluffs in the near distance. “We could take a picnic out to the arrowhead rock. Tell Marie how we baited Yuri and show her where the supplies are stored. Then we should check on the cabin while we’re up there.”
    “Cabin?” she asked hopefully.
    “Not really a cabin, baby, more like a few rough boards and pieces of tin nailed together, but it’s shelter in a storm,” Reno explained. It was also where he and Jack had hid the magazine with the enticing ménage photos and talked for hours about the technicalities of both of them doing Anna Thompson at the same time.
    “And it does have a single bed.” Jack cast Reno a glance that confirmed the memories were on his mind, too.
    “You saddle the horses,” Reno said. “I’ll pack the lunch.”
     
    * * * *
     
    “Her name is Myst.” Jack leaned down from the saddle to hand Marie the reins of a dappled gray mare that looked sleek and fast. “Do you know how to ride?”
    “Of course.” Marie took the reins from him and easily mounted the horse, settling herself into the saddle like a pro. She’d had riding lessons over the years, including a year at the exclusive Spanish Riding School of Vienna, training on descendants of the famous Lipizzaner Stallions during her mother’s tour of duty in Europe.
    Marie sat gingerly on the saddle, she was still aroused by the touch of Jack and Reno. Her clit seemed so sensitive that a light breeze of air could send her into an orgasm, and now she sat mounted on a horse, sure to feel the rocking sway of the saddle caressing her swollen nub through the jeans she wore.
    Holding her weight off the saddle until her legs couldn’t take the pressure any longer, Marie settled against the leather, letting her body rock with the gentle motion of the horse’s gait. Her clit bounced lightly against the seat with every step. It was an exquisite sort of torture, building a need in her belly that couldn’t be denied. She gave a low sound of frustration, causing Reno to look at her with a knowing grin.
    “Some women like to ride a horse for that reason,” he teased.
    “Fuck you, Reno,” Marie said with a breathless little laugh. “Paybacks are hell, you know.”
    “I owe you one after last night, babe.” His eyes darkened in anticipation of whatever payback he might deem appropriate.
    Marie looked over at Jack. He winked at her and she felt her pussy clench with anticipation. “Okay.” She conceded. “I guess you do, cowboy. But not till you tell me how you baited Yuri. He’s not an easy man to fool, you know.”
    “To give you the condensed version, we sent him an email that said you needed to speak with him.” Reno explained. “We got the information from the database at headquarters. They have a record of the correspondence between you two.”
    “He’s not going to fall for that.”
    The two men exchanged glances. “We gave him a few classified details of a deal gone bad