Free Shay's Shifters [Mountain Men of Montana 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jane Jamison Page B

but I wasn’t sure you saw me.”
    “How did you know I was here?”
    Hadn’t she heard him the few times that he’d made a noise, intending to keep her wary of her surroundings? “I saw you leave and followed you.”
    She frowned, making a face that on any other woman would’ve been ugly. “So you were stalking me?”
    He liked the way she voiced whatever was on her mind. “Not exactly. I was making sure you didn’t get hurt.”
    “Uh-huh. Well, as you can see, I’m fine. So go on back to the camp. You wouldn’t want to miss the orgy.”
    He pulled his body onto the ledge, making her draw her knees closer to her chest. “I don’t care about that.”
    “If you’re trying to tell me that you’re gay, I’m not buying it.” Her gaze dropped to his crotch.
    He glanced down at his fully erect penis. “That’s not at all what I’m saying. I’ve never participated in the lovemaking, because it would be just a physical thing. I didn’t have the right woman.” He brought his gaze to hers, pushing all he was feeling into his look. “Until now.”
    She didn’t act surprised, other than giving a quick jerk of her head. Did that mean she was open to the idea?
    “What’s with you guys anyway? What’s going on? Every time I ask Rosh, he gets cut off.”
    He eased closer. The warmth from her body wafted off her and over him. She was hot for him. Why else would she keep dropping her gaze to his cock? “I’m not sure what you mean.”
    “Oh, come on. I crash my car because some thing rushes into the middle of the road. Then, not being of sound mind and body, I think I can go toe-to-toe with a huge wolf. I conk out and come to with Rosh treating me like a sack of flour. Then he tosses me over a waterfall, and I wake up days later living in a strange, primitive Shangri-La. This is like a story from The Twilight Zone , so don’t tell me you don’t know what I mean.”
    Damn, but he loved the way her eyes blazed and her mouth twisted to the side as she paused in her tirade to take a quick breath. He reached up and took a strand of her wet hair. She tensed but didn’t pull away.
    “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
    She tugged her hair away. “Don’t try and change the subject. I’m tired of you macho men ordering me around and not telling me what I want to know. So get with it. Spill, buddy, or I’m kicking you off this ledge.” She pointed her finger at him. “And don’t think I won’t do it, either. Once I set my mind on something—”
    He cocooned her finger in his hand. “Shay, will you be quiet for a second and listen to me?”
    She slammed her mouth shut then arched an eyebrow, giving him what he’d asked for. Or at least he thought so.
    “Hell, no. Not until you tell me what the fuck—”
    He did the only thing he could do. He stopped her talking by crushing his mouth to hers. Amazingly, she still tried to speak, but he cupped her neck and kept the kiss going. She could struggle all she wanted, but he wouldn’t let her go.
    Her knees pushed against his chest, getting in his way, so he took an ankle and yanked her leg straight. Her other leg fell to the side, giving him the opening he needed. He slid closer, putting his body between her legs. His cock rubbed against her inner thigh, and she gasped but didn’t move away.
    He slid his hand to the curve of her neck, hooked his thumb under the top of the dress, and pushed the sleeve down her shoulder. He broke the kiss, keeping his hand behind her neck as he sought out her eyes. The chocolate brown in them had deepened and her pupils had grown bigger. She wanted him, her body recognizing his need as well as hers, and, if she didn’t screw it up by letting her mind take over, he’d get his chance to show her how much he needed her.
    He kissed the corner of her slightly parted lips then feathered more kisses along her cheek and down to her collarbone. The hollow above her shoulder blade turned him on even more as he took a