Read Online Teacher's Pets [Unlikely Bedfellows 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jenna Stewart - Free Book Online

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    “Fucking like this? Hell, yes.” Even without the idea of a book, Beau’s body and generosity as a lover would bring her back to his bed. How had the man escaped being married?
    She exited the bathroom. “I’m in the kitchen,” he called.
    She went back to the bedroom and found the shirt Beau had pulled over his head and dropped on the floor. She slipped it over her head and strolled into the kitchen.
    “I hope you don’t mind,” she said. He had turned on the stove burner under a saucepan. In jeans and shirtless, he looked good enough to eat.
    He gave her a once-over with appreciation sparking in his eyes. “It looks right at home on you.”
    She inhaled. “It smells.”
    He smiled, and heat spread through her. “Are you saying I need to do laundry?”
    “No, I’m saying it smells like you , sexy, hot, all male.”
    He sauntered to her. “It’s that kind of thing that will have me carrying you back down the hall.”
    “No one’s stopping you.” She laced her fingers behind his neck, and he did the same around her waist. They kissed, and that old tingly feeling started in her pussy. They hadn’t been out of bed ten minutes and she wanted him again. What was wrong with her? This was far beyond being without sex for too long. This was a desire for the man standing before her.
    She pulled back her head and sniffed. “Something’s burning.”
    “Oh, shit!” Beau sprung back to the stove and picked the pan off the flame. “Steve’ll kill me. This sauce is like gold to him.”
    Leah came up beside him. “Let’s transfer it to another pan. I’ll clean this one. He’ll never know.”
    “I hope you’re right.”
    She laughed.
    “What’s funny?” He scrambled around a bottom cabinet and came up with another pan.
    “Two big, strong former Marines. Warriors. One cooks and gets upset when his sauce burns. The other is worried the first will discover he burned the sauce. You’re not what I expected.”
    “I pick my fights,” Beau said, smiling. “And Steve fights dirty.”
    Her face fell. “That much I remember about him.”
    Beau transferred the sauce from the first pan to the second, using a spoon to scoop out any bits that appeared blackened. Then he sniffed the sauce in the new pan. “This is better.” He set it over a very low flame.
    “You do not need to be cleaning pans,” he said, taking her hands in his. “But I would like to know what Steve did to you.”
    “It doesn’t matter.”
    “It does to me. I want to help if I can. Help both of you, because he feels awful about what he did.”
    “He told you?”
    “Yeah, Friday when I got home. But I’d like to hear your side.”
    “It’s simple,” she said. “He destroyed me.”
     
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    Beau couldn’t believe his ears. There was no denying Leah was upset. Still. After what? Eleven, twelve years? He had never known Steve to lie. Not over something important like a woman’s well-being.
    He stirred the sauce while she insisted on cleaning the burned pan. She looked sexy as hell in his shirt. If he’d just stayed in bed, she would have come back and they would have cuddled and kissed and…they’d be fucking right now, instead of his standing there wondering if his best friend raped or did something equally bad to the woman he wanted to be inside right now.
    “Look. I was at that frat party where whatever happened with you two happened. I was drunk, too. It could have been me who took you upstairs and—”
    “Beau. If you want to prepare dinner for us, I’m happy to help. If you want to talk, I’m happy to do that. But not about that, and not about him.”
    “Okay. I get it. Or I don’t , but I’ll stop.” Bubbles appeared on the top of the sauce. He was forgetting something. “Shit! We need spaghetti.” He bent to get the stock pot.
    “Do we really need pasta? You have a great loaf of French bread here, and that sauce does smell delicious. We could just dunk the bread in the sauce and make it a