Free Ramagos, Tonya - Running from Angel [Sunset Cowboys 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Tonya Ramagos Page B

the roadside, I couldn’t run anymore.”
    “That’s not all of it, is it? Right now there’s something more you aren’t saying.”
    Jacob threw his head back and took a deep breath. “The only thing I’m not saying right now is how much I feel like an ass.” He lifted his head, looked down, and found her still gazing up at him with those so-expressive, so-confused eyes. “Want to know the whys of that, too?”
    “Please,” she whispered.
    “I feel like an ass because, even knowing how upset you are, how much Mitch hurt you just now, what I really want to do is fuck you like he said to do before he left.” What he should do instead was help her dress and send her back to the house. Damned if he could find the willpower to do anything besides continuing to hold the naked beauty in his arms and burn to bury his rock-hard cock in her sodden pussy.
    “So you’re pretty good at taking orders from him, too?” One corner of her lips quivered in an attempt at a smile.
    Jacob let out a half laugh. “Not usually, but he’s telling me to do something I’m chewing at the bit to do anyway.”
    “Would it make you feel any better if I tell you I want you to?” She pulled back, her hands falling from where she’d flattened them on his chest on a direct course to his belt. Her gaze didn’t waver from his as she boldly began unfastening his belt, the button beneath, then his zipper. “Right here. Right now. Alone. Will you this time?”
    How in hell could a man say no to that? He lost his need for reinforcements when he surrendered to her last night. Mitch would come around eventually. As soon as he faced the demons that haunted him and realized Angel was the woman for them that they both needed and wanted her to be.
    Wordlessly, Jacob let her peel his jeans and briefs from his hips, stood stoically still as she pushed them down his thighs. When her long, slender fingers curled around the base of his throbbing cock, he couldn’t take it anymore.
    “Jesus,” he growled and gripped her hips, lifting her as he walked her to a nearby workbench and set her on the edge.
    The height of the bench put his cock in perfect alignment with her pussy. Her legs spread without prompting, wrapping around his body. Her ankles locked together and pushed against the back of his thighs as she attempted to pull his cock inside her. She stopped when he lifted a hand to her face and skimmed the back of his thumb down her cheek.
    “Did he hurt you?” He’d seen how rough Mitch had been with her. She’d seemed to enjoy the hell out of it. At least everything up until the moment Mitch showed his ass and walked out of the barn. Still, Jacob had to ask.
    She swallowed, answering with a nod rather than her voice.
    “Bastard,” Jacob swore under his breath. “Where?”
    “Inside,” she said softly.
    Jacob traced her lips with the pad of his thumb. “Your throat?” Mitch was a big man, and he knew it. He hadn’t given her time to adjust to the length and width of his cock before pounding inside her mouth the way he did. Jacob had seen her nearly choke on the first thrust, but she’d seemed to gain control of her gag reflexes and throat muscles quickly enough.
    She shook her head, and his eyes narrowed. “Lower.”
    Lower? It took a moment before he understood. Lower as in her chest, her heart. The pain Mitch inflicted hadn’t been physical. Jacob saw that now as he stared at her, realizing for quite possibly the first time that she belonged to them as surely as they did her.
    “I’m sorry. I never wanted to see anyone hurt you again.” And he’d be damned if he would let Mitch keep this shit up. He understood his friend’s demons, even related to them on every possible level, but there was no turning back now that they had come this far with Angel.
    “You’re hurting me now.” The corner of her lip inching up again coupled with the firm push of her heels into the backs of his thighs gave him clear indication she was