Cowboy Rescue [Men for Hire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

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before, they rode their orgasms together.
    Spent, he wrapped his arms around her, and they leaned against the wall. Warm water coursed over them, rinsing their bodies of their orgasms. But she knew nothing would ever take away the memory of their time in her shower.
    Mike helped her out of the shower, then handed her a towel as he took another. He pressed a light kiss at the corner of her mouth. “I’m hungry.”
    Her eyes widened, and she dropped her gaze to his cock and back up. “Again? Already?”
    “A man can never have too much of a good thing.”
    Just as she was about to take hold of his shoulders, he jerked them above her head and retied her hands with the towel looped over the shower rod.
    “What are you going to do now?”
    “This.”
    He sat down, one leg in the tub and one on the outside. Positioning himself between her legs, he pressed his mouth to her pussy and licked away.
    She almost fell as the lust whipped through her. They’d told her the truth. They had voracious appetites.
    He ate her, sucking on her clit then thrusting two fingers into her pussy. Whenever she was about to lose her footing, he wrapped one arm around her and kept her standing. But not once did he stop feasting on her pussy.
    Her body trembled as he ate on her, licking, sucking, nibbling until she could stand no more. Another orgasm raced outward, a tsunami compared to the previous thunderstorms. She cried out, calling his name not once but twice. As her body shuddered her release to completion, he stood and drew her into his arms. She rested her head against his chest until she could breathe normally again.
    “Hey, darlin’?”
    She didn’t know if she had the strength to do anything more, but she’d die trying. “Yeah?”
    “I’m hungry.”
    She looked at him with wide eyes. “Do you mean…?” Her gaze dropped lower.
    “Not that kind of hungry. Now I’m the pizza kind of hungry.” He laughed and tugged her hands free. After helping her out of the tub, he pulled on his shirt in one easy movement, then slid on his jeans. Snatching up his boots, he gave her a wink and left her alone in the bathroom.
    She wrapped the towel around her body and caught a glimpse of her smiling face in the partially fogged-up mirror. Her hair was a mop of wet tangles, and her makeup was gone, but she’d never looked better.
    Humming one of her favorite songs, she ran her comb through her hair, then dried it, pushing the long strands back away from her face. She didn’t bother with makeup, but decided to add a little color to her cheeks even though she still had a nice afterglow.
    Did her skin appear smoother, brighter because of what had happened with Mike? Or was it the steam from the shower?
    Yeah, right. Like it had nothing to do with the steam between us.
    She took her time dressing, trying to make sure she didn’t put on anything too dressy.
    Dressy. As in the dress that’s on my living room floor right now.
    Would she ever stop grinning? She hoped not.
    Opting for a pair of shorts that weren’t too short and a simple T-shirt, she took one last check in the full-length mirror hanging on her closet door. She was ready. Ready for Mike and ready for Brad and Jack.
    When had she become such an easy lay? Her grin faded. Yet she knew that wasn’t the truth of it. There was something different, something compelling about the men that she found irresistible. But what would Mike think if he knew she wanted his brothers, too?
    Beep.
    The sound of her computer signaling that she had new e-mail had her whirling toward her bed. Drawing her courage together by telling herself that it was only Lindsey checking to see how she was, she approached her laptop that she’d left sitting on the nightstand. She hadn’t meant to leave it on, especially not with the e-mail program running. Swallowing her fear, she looked at the message that had no subject and clicked it open.
    Oh, God. No.

Chapter Four
     
    Brad pushed the front door wide along with Jack

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