Carter, Beth D. - Lawless Hearts (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free Page B

looking straight into hers, their clear blue melting into a hazy strip of something fierce. Desire, potent and electric, burned through her.
    With her eyes focused on Cassidy, she felt rather than saw Garrett move in behind her, the two of them sandwiching her in a pulsating drumbeat that never faltered. When Garrett’s hips pushed into her bottom, her hips pushed into Cassidy’s, and the dance continued on.
    Something exploded deep within. She reached out and grabbed Cassidy’s face, urging him to lean down to kiss her. She wound her arms around his neck, trapping his hands to her face. Her tongue moved into his mouth, dueling with his for dominance…twisting, sweeping. Her body never stopped moving, except the movements now were tiny whispers of urgent pushes, as if she was seeking something, urging her closer to the flame.
    Garrett’s hands settled on her hips and molded his groin into her backside. Slowly, he ran his hands up her side until his fingers rested right beneath her breasts. His fingers spread wide over her nipples, teasing them into hard little pebbles. She moaned, wanting more, but he tortured her by only brushing them lightly. Instead, his mouth settled against her neck, nibbling over the sensitive skin. His tongue swept up and down in small circles.
    She whimpered.
    Her eyes flew open then had to blink against seeing Cassidy’s resting face very close to hers. She swallowed and turned her head very slowly. Garrett’s big body lay on her other side, and the reality that her dream had a basis in fact caused the heat inside her belly to fan into a flame.
    She felt moisture instantly between her thighs as an ache of longing hit her femininity. Dear God, she wanted them! It was exactly like in her book, being in the middle of both men while they ravished her until pleasure made her faint with satisfaction.
    Biting back another whimper, she carefully, noiselessly, rose from the sleeping pallet. But there was nowhere to go in the small cellar to escape. She lit a lamp to give light and took advantage of them sleeping to use the latrine.
    She sat on one of the steps and watched them sleep. Awake, they were powerful men, exuding a sense of dangerous power. But in repose, their faces softened, and the hard shell surrounding them wasn’t quite as brittle. Cassidy lay on his side, his arms wrapped around himself, while Garrett lay sprawled on his back, one hand above his head.
    She saw that their gun belts were off, though each pearl handle lay within reach. The leather on the belts was worn, the tie-downs soft from use. These men weren’t just ranch workers, she concluded. She’d bet anything that these men knew what it felt like to kill, so it begged the question of what was Harlow’s actual involvement with them?
    Cassidy moved a bit. Scharlie’s gaze snapped back to him. He stretched, scratched his chest, yawned, and opened his eyes. He looked confusedly around the cellar before his own gaze zeroed on her. He sat up and gave her a lopsided grin.
    “ Mornin ’,” he said, his voice husky. “I haven’t slept like that in years.”
    “Like what?”
    “Deeply. Usually I always sleep with one eye open.”
    “Or we take turns at watch,” Garrett murmured. He stretched as well before sitting up. He rolled his head on his neck and flexed his shoulders to loosen the muscles.
    The revelation only confirmed Scharlie’s suspicions. But instead of making her feel frightened, she felt only sadness that Harlow had been reduced to breaking the law to survive.
    Each man took a turn at the latrine, causing Scharlie to blush a bit and turn away as much as she could in the small area. She busied herself by checking out the food to see what would be best for breakfast.
    “I’ve got some pickled eggs in here,” she said, pulling down a jar.
    She had to smile at Garrett as he grimaced after eating one. “I’m much more a fried eggs man,” he said.
    “And potatoes,” Cassidy replied as he ate another one.