Free The Reluctant Virgin [Ride 'em Hard 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Stacey Espino Page A

Regardless, this ain’t the place to lose your innocence.”
    “Didn’t I just lose it?” she asked, pushing up to her elbows.
    Matthew chuckled. “That? You have no idea.” He winked at her as he stood up. She felt so small and exposed with him looking down at her. That’s when she noticed the hard cock pressed diagonally behind the denim of his pants. He had the control of a saint. How could he go down on her and not follow through with fucking her? She wasn’t sure if that was a compliment to her or an insult.

Chapter Eight
    Cindy didn’t waste time heading home after Matthew returned her to her truck. They didn’t even eat the lunch he’d packed. After her orgasm, he was more interested in packing up and heading out. She wondered if he’d had a change of heart or if he just wanted to be a gentleman by getting some breathing space. Whatever it was, she’d had enough.
    Her emotions were too close to the surface for her liking. Josh and Matthew had succeeded where so many other cowboys had failed. They’d managed to wriggle their way under her skin. As she pulled into her town, her mind was plagued with questions. She promised to call Matthew first thing tomorrow but doubted she would. Out of sight, out of mind, was exactly what she was hoping for. In this case, she had a feeling distance would not cure her of the ache in her heart. How could it be possible for her to possess the same yearning for three different men? Chance and Josh and now Matthew. She blamed her years of abstinence on her sudden hormonal awakening.
    A familiar pickup truck was parked in front of her family home. She wasn’t in the mood for guests after the whirlwind couple days she’d just had. All Cindy wanted to do was lock herself in her room and try to blank her mind. That was when she recalled who owned that truck—Chance Anderson. Of all the people to show up now. He’d never been to her home, so why was he here?
    Cindy parked her truck and headed to the front door. Chance and her parents were at the dining room table having dinner. The best china was out and the old chandelier was casting diamond glitter on the walls. She froze in place for a moment, trying to come to grips with the scene. Why was Chance being treated as their special guest?
    Her mother stood up first, followed by Chance. The distinct sound of the wooden chair legs scraped the floor. “Cindy, I was worried sick about you.”
    “I called you last night.”
    “No matter. You’ve never been away from home for so long. It’s past suppertime already.” Her mother came over and took the bag she was carrying.
    “It’s a long drive. I came home as soon as I could.” For the first time, Cindy felt claustrophobic. All her life she’d welcomed her parent’s coddling. They kept her safe from the cold, cruel world. She hid away in her family home, not willing to socialize in fear of being ostracized for her birth defect. Now she felt like she’d passed some sort of test. She could survive on her own, and men could like her unconditionally—like Matthew. There was now a world of possibilities ahead of her that she was eager to explore.
    “Cindy.” Chance came and stood near her, nodding in greeting. He looked so much bigger in her small house, somehow out of place. She was out of her element, not in her business frame of mind.
    “What are you doing here?” she asked accusingly.
    “That’s no way to speak to a guest,” said her mother. “Chance was worried about you, so when he came over we offered him dinner.”
    “Ain’t too often a man like me gets a home-cooked meal.”
    “ Right.” She scowled at Chance and headed for her bedroom, calling back over her shoulder, “Mom, I’m tired from the drive. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, bright and early.”
    Who did he think he was? This was her home, her personal space. He was pushing her limits when she needed some time alone. Cindy crashed on her bed, breathing in the familiar lavender scent of her