Free Disgraced Cowboys (Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 3) [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] by J. Rose Allister Page A

of wild gymnastics. She felt one of his hands caress her back, and while the innocent stroking didn’t seem headed toward any incriminating spots, his touch lit a fire in her nonetheless. The way his eyes possessed her—yes, it seared like a brand.
    The way Marcus’s had.
    “We can’t both be his mates,” she whispered.
    “Why not?”
    “Because that’s crazy. How does that even make sense?”
    “So, you admit it,” he said, his wandering hand moving to stroke her arm beneath their shared blanket. “You feel the connection.”
    She took a deep breath to steady her voice. “Attraction isn’t automatic grounds for commitment.”
    “No. But it’s grounds for this.”
    His face dropped closer, and Brandi’s mouth opened for a retort just in time to receive the powerful jolt of his lips. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even think as his hot, full mouth teased her with sensual fire. Their electric chemistry short-circuited her brain, not to mention her will to resist, and she let out a tiny whimper. A roaring whoosh sound almost made her whip around to make sure the falls hadn’t suddenly diverted into the cave, drawn to the powerful connection. But it was only the sound of blood pumping through her ears.
    Her own god of thunder was kissing her senseless in the middle of untamed nature.
    A throaty moan against her lips sent ripples of desire through her spine, and he pressed himself closer. When he raked her lower lip seductively through his teeth, she had a sudden urge to shove him to the ground.
    One final, though fading bastion of reason tried to wedge itself between her and the man whose power over her was swelling faster than his impressive cock. A power, it seemed, that was matched by only one other man. She drew back from his kiss and placed a palm on his hot chest, feeling his heart pounding wildly beneath it.
    “What about Marcus?” she said with a telltale rasp to her voice. “I thought we were supposed to figure out a way to find him.”
    Seth growled slightly and slipped a hand behind her head. “I just figured out a way. I know exactly how to find our lost cowboy.”
    He claimed her lips again, his mouth hungry and demanding this time. The blanket clutched around them was forgotten when he slid both arms around her and practically ground his body against hers. When the quilt fell to the cave floor, Brandi barely noticed. The heat rising from the two of them, joined by the nearby fire, was all the warmth she needed—and then some.
    Still, once the blanket shielding them was gone, Seth suddenly seemed much more naked, much more real somehow. His hard cock jerked and throbbed against her belly, and he pushed his hips against her while he plunged his tongue in her mouth.
    Her hands snaked into his hair, reveling in the thick waves as she pulled his head tighter to her. Shifting her hips back and forth rubbed his balls and base of his cock right against her mound, where her clit was pulsing wildly.
    “Jesus, Brandi,” Seth said against her lips. “Teasin’ me like that’s gonna get you flat on your back beneath me in a minute.”
    “Promises, promises,” she whispered.
    She worked her hips faster, sliding her hands down the broad, muscled expanse of his back to grab the ass cheeks she’d been dying to feel. God, this man was built more like a bear than a wolf. He was huge—everywhere that mattered. His ass cheeks, however, were perfect, tight rounds that fit nicely in her hands when she used them as handles to hold his lower half steady while she worked her groin against it.
    His hands slipped around to find the swells of her breasts, and a sharp exhalation hissed from her when he pinched her hard, long nipples with an expertly teasing touch.
    “That’s it, darlin’,” he crooned. “Rub against me. Fuck that beautiful cunt against my balls.”
    His dirty talk shot through her, heightening her need. Juices smeared her thighs as she writhed against his skilled hands and willing body.