Read Online Shay's Shifters [Mountain Men of Montana 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jane Jamison - Free Book Online

poured into the campground and greeted each other with friendly slaps on the backs, hugs, and kisses. They were from different ethnicities as well as shapes and sizes. The women all wore the same type of dress she wore, while most of the men went shirtless with jeans or cotton slacks with ties in the front. Most of the men wore either boots or running shoes while the women had on the same style of moccasin she’d found. Occasionally one of them would glance at the hut as though they knew she was there and she’d duck out of sight. But for the most part, they ignored her.
    The sun dropped like a rock from the sky, plunging the world around them into darkness. The men started a large bonfire in the center of the area while the women went about cooking dinner over smaller campfires. A few women brought food from the cabins while others kept watch over the children. Laughter and the murmur of friendly talk flowed around her, making her wish she could join in. Her stomach rumbled, and although she’d found a bowl of fruit and a jug of water in a corner of the hut, she was still hungry. Would they bring her a meal once they’d finished eating?
    Like a group of lifelong friends, the crowd passed around the food and drink, sharing whatever they had with everyone. A rotund man stood up and sang a song as the others feasted then roared their approval. Like a scene from a movie, they danced around the campfire, raising their cups in toasts and joking with their friends.
    “Here.”
    She jumped, startled by Renkon’s abrupt appearance. How had he snuck up on her?
    He held out a metal plate filled with meat and potatoes along with cooked carrots and an apple. The large goblet he held in the other hand was filled with a dark liquid she guessed was wine. “Sorry, but I didn’t know what you liked, so I brought a variety.”
    She couldn’t help but return his infectious grin. His ocean-blue eyes sparkled with humor. “Thanks. Should I come out there?”
    His smile faded. “No. For now, it’s best that you stay inside. Rosh hasn’t gained permission yet.”
    “Permission for what?”
    “For you to join us.”
    Rosh’s call had Renkon twisting his head around to nod at him. “Hold your horses. The girl has to eat.”
    Shay took the plate and drink. “Thanks. I’m Shay Mathews.”
    “I know. And I’m Rosh’s better-looking cousin, Renkon McClain.”
    He could make her smile without trying. “Right. His better-looking, humble cousin.”
    “Now you’ve got it.” He glanced back at Rosh. “Hang on, man.”
    “Would you like to sit with me?”
    She’d surprised him as much as herself by offering.
    “Sure.” He held up a finger at a scowling Rosh then joined her inside the hut.
    She drew in the aroma of the meal, but it was his scent that made her mouth water. Like Rosh, he smelled like steel, musk, and the forest around them. He was a man’s man with broad shoulders she longed to run her hands over. He was tanned and rugged, and she dropped her gaze to her plate to keep from pushing him on his back and climbing on top of him as she’d done with Rosh.
    “I’m sorry about how you came here.”
    She met his amazing eyes. “You are? But why? You’re not the one who brought me.”
    “No, but I’m glad you’re here.”
    The sizzle of powerful attraction she’d felt for Rosh came back, roaring between Renkon and her. “Why?”
    His soft smile tore at her heart. She could sense a gentleness about him, one that was as appealing as the hardness Rosh had.
    “Have you ever met anyone and just clicked?”
    “I guess so. Maybe.”
    He skimmed his fingers along her leg, inching toward the hem of her dress. Yet as soon as he reached the material, he pulled his hand away. “No, if you had, there’d be no maybe about it.”
    She put her food down. Potatoes and the chicken were the last things she wanted to feast on. “I don’t know what you’re getting at.”
    “So you don’t sense that we could have something like