Vegetarian Mate [Pack Law 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free Page A

the black boots, her gaze travelled up denim-encased shins, bulging, muscular thighs, over a hard, flat stomach and pectorals covered in black cotton, and ended up at Jarrod’s startling blue eyes.
    He reached down, wrapped his massive hands around her upper arms, and lifted her from the floor with ease. Her feet dangled for a moment or two, and she only released a breath when they were once again touching the floor. But he didn’t let her go. She tried to pull back, but his firm grip prevented her.
    “Easy, baby, I just want to make sure you’re steady on your feet.”
    “I’m fine,” Rochelle snapped and then realized how ungrateful she must sound. She always became a little snarky when others saw how clumsy she was, because of embarrassment. “Sorry. Thank you, but I’m okay.”
    Taking a step back when he finally let her go, she exhaled in relief. God sakes, he is hot. She couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from him.
    “Where were you going, Rochelle?”
    “Uh, I was taking my stuff down to my car.”
    “You haven’t even had breakfast yet, baby. I can help you with your things later. Come on downstairs and eat.” Jarrod held out a hand to her.
    Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand in his and exhaled as their skin touched. It didn’t make one bit of difference. Those tingling pulses still raced up her arm and over her breasts, causing her areolas to prickle and her nipples to harden. Then the warmth spread down her torso into her belly to pool in her pussy . Oh God. One touch and I’m horny! What the hell?
    Rochelle let Jarrod lead her from the suite and down the stairs. Her stomach rumbled as the scent of food reached her. The dining room was just as full as it had been the night before, but this time the people didn’t take much notice of her. Thank you, God!
    Jarrod saw her seated next to Malcolm and then sat beside her. She eyed the food platters, which again contained mostly steak and bacon. Her stomach rumbled again, but this time in protest. No matter how often she tried to eat meat, Rochelle just couldn’t get past the fact that it had once been a living, feeling creature. A mug of coffee was placed in front of her, and she looked up to smile her thanks at Cindy. The young woman was looking at Jarrod, Malcolm, and Braxton nervously, but when she caught Rochelle watching, she smiled.
    “Would you like some toast or cereal for breakfast?” She practically whispered her question.
    “Toast would be nice. Thank you.”
    Once Rochelle was finished with breakfast, she picked up her mug of coffee and surreptitiously studied the occupants of the room. The men were all so big and handsome, but none of them drew her like Jarrod, Malcolm, and Braxton. Maybe the men here were so big because they all seemed to eat so much meat. She shuddered and looked down at her plate.
    “Rochelle, I think you should stay here at least another night,” Jarrod said and held up his hand when she would have spoken. “Let me finish. Blayk has already suggested you shouldn’t drive for a couple of days. Victims of concussion tend to get sleepy, and I couldn’t live with my conscience if you drove off and then had an accident. Please consider delaying your departure for another few days.”
    Rochelle felt warm and fuzzy inside over his concern for her, and since she still had a headache and was feeling a little tired she decided he was right.
    “Okay. Thank you for the offer of your hospitality. I’ll try and keep out of everyone’s way.”
    “That’s not necessary, Rochelle.” Jarrod rose to his feet. “Treat this place like you would your own home. We’ll feel a lot better knowing you are safe and healing without causing any accidents or putting yourself in danger. Now, we have to get ready for work. We’ll see you later.”
    Jarrod and his brothers headed for their rooms, so she took the opportunity to approach the “bosses.”
    Rising from her seat, she walked toward Michelle and her husbands.
    “Hi,