Free Beauty and the Beasts [Bride Train 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Reece Butler

Such a self-absorbed buffoon deserves someone like Nettie to fawn over him.”
    Gabe straightened in his chair. He loved the way she frowned at the hired gun.
    “So, you won’t be falling for his charms?”
    Sarah’s laugh was worth the wet ride to town and back, as well as the wait in between.
    “I’ve learned about handsome men. They use their pretty outside to hide the evil within. I’ll have nothing to do with a man like that.”
    “What about an ugly man, like me?”
    She set the edge of the tray on the floor and leaned it against her knee. She lifted her right hand and placed it under his chin. Good thing he made sure to shave before he rode out. Her fingers were warm. A drift of rose scent and musk made him clench the wooden seat to stop himself touching her. She turned his head one way, and then the other.
    “I don’t see anything here that’s ugly. In fact, I’d say you are the most attractive man in this room.”
    Though he knew she was joking, his heart floated for a moment. He chin felt chilled the moment she released him, though his cock still burned.
    “Thank you, but I’ve been called ugly by too many people to believe you.”
    She shook her head and bent to pick up her tray. “You are a kind, noble man of honor. A man like that”—she tilted her head toward Sheldrake—“might be pleasant on the outside, but the rest of him is ugly.”
    She leaned forward and rested her free hand on his shoulder. She smiled into his eyes and leaned forward. He stopped breathing. She brushed her lips against his cheek. His heart almost broke his ribs, it pounded so hard.
    “I’d take you over him without a second thought. You saved me, and will always have a place in my heart.” She turned away. “And more, perhaps,” she whispered.
    She hurried away while he sat, stunned, ears and face burning. Had she really said those last three words? Hell, his whole body was burning. He couldn’t think, likely because all his blood had rushed to his cock. Gradually the heat faded as the crowd noise engulfed him.
    He looked around to see if anyone had noticed the kiss. She’d had her back to the crowd and, now that he thought of it, held the tray up to hide her action. What was that all about? Forget the whispered words, she gave him a quick peck on his cheek after what she did yesterday with Oz?
    And she hid that peck so no one would know. He was used to the pain of rejection. But, since this was the one the few times a woman other than his mother had kissed him, he’d treasure it. His heart pounded and cock throbbed. If a quick peck did that, kissing him the way she did Oz would make him explode like black powder and a spark.
    He picked up his spoon and dug into the stew. As expected, it was tasty, and her biscuits were so light they could float like clouds. His life would be complete if Sarah lived on the Circle C. Even if she never did more than kiss him on the cheek, and feed and clothe him, he’d be grateful.
    But he’d pray every day that she’d want more.

Chapter Eight
     
    Sarah’s ears burned as she hurried back to the kitchen. She knew her face flamed as well, but she could blame that on the stove’s heat. As soon as she set down her empty tray, she touched her ears. They were hot.
    Other parts of her body had reacted to Gabe as well. Her shift, dress, and apron would hide the way her hard nipples stuck out. She remembered the first man’s fingers plucking them, sucking and teasing them until she begged for release. Gabe’s fingers were huge, but she knew he would be gentle. If his fingers were so big, wouldn’t that meant his cock was equally large? She groaned and pushed the image away.
    She should never have indulged in an erotic fantasy last night. Imagining the red-haired, one-eyed pirate brought her release and helped her sleep, but she woke to guilt and shame. She should not crave a man’s touch. Bedding a man led to orgasms but also the possibility of children and, for their sake,