Free Day, Xondra - Menage on the Prairie (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Xondra Day Page A

Winter swallowed hard. “You’re a very handsome man, Ryan.”
    Ryan felt his cheeks flush at the compliment. Glancing downward onto his chest, he watched as Winter unbuttoned his shirt. The man’s hand brushed against his nipples as he opened it to reveal Ryan’s chest.
    Ryan looked up, Winter bit down on his bottom lip. His lust-filled eyes glazed. “You’re truly beautiful. Total perfection and then some.”
    Ryan watched Winter lean in over him, Winter’s lips now connecting with his left nipple. At first, Winter hesitated, as if he expected Ryan to stop him. But why the hell would he stop something, something that felt so damned good?
    Ryan moaned, Winter’s lips sucking his nipple, nibbling just enough to make him react.
    “You like that?” asked Winter, his eyes curious as if they questioned just how far he could take things.
    “Yeah, I like that.” Ryan inhaled deep, holding his breath for a minute before exhaling. He curled his fingers into Winter’s hair, the man’s head moving lower, trailing little kisses, Winter’s fingers fumbling with his belt buckle.
    And Ryan wanted it, he wanted it bad. He needed this man to caress him, to touch him in ways that could only be done behind closed doors in private, away from prying eyes and idle gossips.
    Ryan could feel the burning sensation grow between his legs, his cock swelling, he ached. Every inch of him down there sought release and when Winter set him free, he groaned.
    “Well, look at that,” commented Winter, his hands snaking around Ryan’s engorged cock. “Someone’s very glad to see me.”
    “I’ll be even more glad when you take me in your mouth.” Ryan flashed a boyish grin. Suddenly his headache was all but gone. All he wanted now was to feel pleasure, unabashed, hot, dirty pleasure.
    In one swift movement, Winter hauled Ryan’s trousers down across his hips. Now fully exposed, Ryan grabbed himself. “You want that, eh?” he asked, one corner of his mouth curled in a wicked, snake-like grin. He’d always been submissive to Joe, but with this man, he’d play differently.
    “I do, I want it bad. I noticed you from the first moment you strutted into the saloon. Everything about you made me wanna—”
    “Wanna what? Tell me what you want to do to me.” Ryan was enjoying this immensely.
    Now firmly planted between Ryan’s legs, Winter gazed at him, gingerly stroking his cock. “I wanted to strip you down, lick you from head-to-toe, and have you,” Winter paused.
    “And?”
    “I … want you inside me. I want you to stick this inside me, deep.”
    “How much do you want it?”
    “More than anything.”

    * * * *

    “Just exactly what are you saying?” asked Kate, arms folded across her chest. From the get-go, deep down she had felt that something wasn’t right with the whole situation.
    The tension, the looks that Ryan had often given her when he thought she hadn’t been looking, and him distancing himself from Joe. It was as if the two men may have had some sort of relationship other than just friendship. But that wasn’t possible, was it?
    She erased the thought from her mind. It was silly to think such a thing. Joe wasn’t that way, he was all man. He’d proved that to her in bed.

    * * * *

    “Before you came, I mean before you arrived there was something between me and Ryan.” Joe stood from the table and paced the room.
    “Yes,” she nodded. “I know that you two were very close, being best friends and all.”
    “It was more than close, Kate. I don’t even know how to talk about this.” Joe stopped, catching her gaze. Their gazes locked with one another. “I’ve kept this hidden for so long it just feels so damned awkward to talk about. It’s the kind of thing that was never meant to come out.”
    “Close,” her voice rose another octave. Was he telling her what she thought he was telling her? This couldn’t be true.
    “It was romantic.”
    Silence sluiced through the air between them.
    Kate’s mind