Carnal Harvest by Robin L. Rotham Read Free Book Online

man’s lean hips and feeling like a fucking god.
    “I’m waiting,” he said implacably.
    “Please, Hake.” Joe’s hoarse whisper was barely audible. “Make me come.”
    Hake grinned at Mandy. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”
    Reaching down, he got a firm hold on Joe’s cock and reamed him with everything he had, which didn’t seem like nearly enough after the reaming they’d given his wife.
    He hoped it hurt, but within seconds, Joe was shouting and jerking in his hand, spouting come all over the floor under the table.
    It was all Hake could take. He shoved as deep as he could, shuddering with the force of his climax.
    As he wilted against Joe’s heaving back, Brent said wryly, “Well, that was definitely one hell of a show.”
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    Hake could barely stumble away from Joe. He stripped off the condom and dropped it into the kitchen trash while Joe lay there panting against Mandy’s chest.
    After he got his jeans up and fastened, he nudged Joe out of the way and reached for Mandy’s hand.
    Blushing, she extracted the dildo and set it on the table before launching herself at him. Her kiss tasted of a wild passion that surprised him.
    “I take it you enjoyed that,” he murmured when she drew back, grinning.
    “What was your first clue?”
    “I enjoyed it a little myself,” Joe chuckled, leaning back against the kitchen counter with his long cock still dripping come down his thigh.
    Hake swayed at the sight of him and looked away, blinking. Jesus, he’d just fucked the living daylights out of Joe Remke.
    Mandy scrambled around and pulled his chair up. “Sit.”
    He didn’t have to be told twice. Dropping gracelessly onto the seat, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes with a shaky sigh.
    “Are you okay?” she asked, brushing his hair away from his forehead with cool fingers. “You shouldn’t have been on that leg so—”
    “I’m fine,” he said. It wasn’t his leg that was bothering him, but Mandy seemed oblivious to the reason for his discomfort. Even though she wrote stuff like that for a living, Hake was still a little disconcerted that she’d accepted his fucking a man so easily. Hell, she’d practically dared him to go down on Joe in the living room, something he was definitely going to have to punish her for later. She knew damn good and well he only swung one way.
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    And yet she had dared him, damn it, and then given him the means to take control of the scene. Was that what she’d hoped he would do—prove to Joe, and maybe even himself, that his injuries didn’t make him any less of a man? If so, her plan should have backfired because in his world, fucking another man made you less of a man. Or at least it had before he married Mandy. Over the years, he’d smiled and tolerated her subtle efforts to raise his consciousness right along with Ryan’s, but apparently those efforts had been more effective than he’d realized. He was feeling pretty damn macho about having given the enigmatic Joe Remke an assful of his dick. Startled, but macho.
    Opening his eyes, he said, “Go shower and get your robe on.”
    It was hard not to laugh at her torn look. She loved it when he got forceful, but not when she was winding up to deliver a lecture.
    “But—”
    “ Now .”
    “Fine.” She pressed a hungry kiss to his lips.
    When she broke away, he added, “And no masturbating in the shower. You’re still in trouble.”
    The look on her face was priceless—arousal, anger and complete mortification.
    “Yes, Master,” she snapped, heading for the door with her head held high.
    Joe moved to follow her and Hake stopped him. “Just a second.” He nodded at Brent. “You can untie him now. But neither of you gets dressed, got it?”
    A couple of seconds passed as Joe stared at him. Then he glanced at the paintball gun, which was right by his hand on the counter. “You don’t have your weapon anymore,” he pointed out.
    “I