The Sextet Presents... Playing in the Raine [A Toy Story] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) Read Online Free

the shower, she let the spray drip into her face as she pulled Ed from her still-quivering muscles. Maybe she didn’t need a man. Her new toy had given her more satisfaction than most of the men she’d ever screwed.
    “Eddie, honey, you get a five-penis review.” And she didn’t have to worry about hooking up with boy toy number three tonight.

    * * * *

    Blowing out a gusty breath to calm his nerves, Matt opened the door of the restaurant and aimed for the bar. He checked his watch. On time, for about the second time in his entire life. He wasn’t about to jeopardize this opportunity to find his, Vin’s, and Rafe’s Ms. Right. If she was their one shot, he sure as hell didn’t want to ruin it by being late.
    He scanned the tables and the stools lining the bar. Why? He had no idea what she looked like. I’ll find you. Her promise from the last e-mail seemed ridiculous. She didn’t know what he looked like, either.
    Three more steps brought him to an empty seat at the counter. Okay, come find me.
    “You must be Matt.” A sultry voice next to his ear sent a shiver down his spine to his balls. “I’m Raine.”
    “How did you know it was me?” He swiveled around to smile at her. Instead, he almost choked on his tongue. The redhead. Vin’s going to have a fucking spontaneous orgasm.
    “I came in the door about ten feet behind you. Guy enters the bar, scans the room like he’s looking for someone, then settles at the bar to wait. You’re right on time, too.” She wiggled onto the stool next to his, her long, bare legs drawing his gaze southward. “I like promptness.”
    He’d managed to make a good first impression. Eyes on her face. Don’t blow it by doing or saying something stupid. “I wouldn’t have wanted you to think I wasn’t going to show up. Do you mind if I buy you a drink?”
    Raine tried not to stare at Matt’s sexy, shoulder-length hair. She needed about two seconds to remember where she’d seen him before tonight. The coffee shop . He and his friends had been the polite trio to hold the door for her. Did he recognize her?
    A drink . “Let’s pay for our own drinks this time. If we decide to go out on a real date, I’ll let you buy me a drink.”
    He nodded, that adorable mop of brown hair swinging with the movement. “Fair enough.”
    “Sorry for the wait.” A bartender appeared on the other side of the counter. “What can I get for you?”
    Matt gestured for her to go first. Wow, prompt and still polite.
    “I’d like a glass of sangria, please.” She pulled her wallet from her purse, handing her ID and credit card to the barkeep.
    “I’ll have a beer. Whatever you have on tap is fine.” Copying her actions, Matt slid his driver’s license and a ten across the bar as he turned to face her. “Want to get a table?”
    Want to get a room? Damn. Ed might be awesome, but he wasn’t a real man, and she’d gone far too long relying on her box of battery-powered playthings. I am not having sex with a near stranger tonight. Maybe if she repeated it enough, she’d follow her own advice. “A table would be great.”
    A couple minutes later, they walked with their drinks to an empty table in the far corner of the room. Matt held the chair for her before sitting adjacent to her. Had she ever dated a man with old-fashioned manners? Not in the last decade, if ever.
    “Thanks.” She sipped her sangria, letting the cool, fruity flavor relax the nervous tension in her neck. “You didn’t say much about yourself in your e-mails. Tell me what you do for work, for fun.”
    He tucked a hank of hair behind his ear and took a swallow of his beer. “Work? Well, I enjoy it so much I hate to call it work. I’m a painter. I’ll be graduating with a master’s degree next week, and I have my first big art show next month. It’s a collection of romantic, impressionistic, and pre-Raphaelite oil paintings. Kind of an eclectic mix, I know, but every human body reveals something different about