Diane [The Town of Pearl 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Dixie Lynn Dwyer Read Free Book Online Page B

here like this. I don’t know what type of game you’re playing. I’m not interested in hearing about the other women and the lingerie. I’m not. If this is because of the other night, and the fact that you found me, Mark, changing my own tire on the side of the road, then just quit it now. I’m able to handle myself. I don’t need men to take care of me.”
    “I have to disagree. I think you do need looking after. Besides, you should know why we brought the lingerie because we’ve been buying the lingerie for you,” Mark said. She whipped her head around to look at him. She was shocked, annoyed, confused.
    “What? Why?”
    Lucas chuckled. She glanced at him. At the black shoulder-length hair, the blue eyes, and the button-down shirt with the chain to his dog tags showing. The man was sexy and mouthwatering.
    “Because you love lingerie. You love ordering unique styles from across the country and even in Europe. You love it and it interests you, so it interests us.”
    “You’re confusing me. Why would I interest you?”
    She felt Mark’s thumb and pointer caress her shoulder.
    “Because you’re gorgeous,” Drake whispered from across the table. With all three men staring at her and one touching her while the third was so close he could touch her, too, she was losing her control to remain unaffected.
    “We want to get to know you, Diane. We’ve been hiding our feelings for long enough,” Mark told her.
    She was flustered, annoyed, embarrassed, and mostly scared. They were too much, too intimidating and she thought about getting up and leaving. She didn’t want to make a scene. Yet, hadn’t this moment been something she was waiting for? Something she even fantasized about because of her attraction to them. It was her insecurities, her lack of self-confidence that made her timid here instead of assertive. Then she felt a hand on her legs that were crossed under the table, as well as Mark’s hand squeezing her shoulder.
    “Slow down, don’t freak out. Just breathe and take your time,” Lucas whispered.
    Drake and Lucas were not the calm ones. Mark, yes, he was calm, but having Luke whisper in her ear and tell her to relax and stay calm was just not even normal.
    She turned to look at him.
    “I don’t know what type of game you’re playing with me. Stop messing with me and let me leave. This was a mistake,” she whispered.
    Mark leaned forward and looked at Lucas, then Drake, and then back to her. “Baby, the last thing we want to do is mess with you. Maybe we’re explaining this wrong,” he said.
    She was about to stand up when Marty returned with their drinks.
    Marty placed her hand on Lucas’s shoulder. “I know how you like your meat nice and rare, Lucas. Al’s pulling the burger off the grill now.” She held his gaze and ran the top of her pen down her bodice, as she looked his body over.
    Diane felt her anger rise as she saw Marty squeezed Lucas’s muscular arm. Lucas didn’t even pull away. She gave him a dirty look as Marty walked away. She wouldn’t be some fling for them.
    “Well, on that note, I think I’m going to get my salad to go. Perhaps you can ask Marty if she’s willing to play your games.” She started to stand when Lucas stopped her.
    “Don’t go,” he whispered, with those damn blue eyes of his that seemed so lost and sad, yet powerful. It was the closest look she had ever gotten of Lucas, and a rush of heat flowed through her causing her to just stare in awe at the man. He looked down at her lips, and then inhaled as if he were enjoying her perfume. At least she hoped that he was.
    Just then Marty returned carrying the food. Diane leaned back in her seat, her heart racing, a thousand crazy thoughts going through her head as Marty continued to flirt. Finally Mark spoke.
    “Marty, honey, we have something personal to discuss with Diane here. So if you don’t mind, we could use a bit of privacy,” Mark told her, shocking Marty as well as Diane who felt her face