James, Elle Saint - Unbridled and Unridden [The Double Rider Men's Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elle Saint James Read Free Book Online

plan to seduce Deacon Wilder as soon as possible.
    “Here you go.” She handed him the beer bottle and made a point to force him to caress her fingers to get it.
    “Thank you.” He brushed his finger tips over the back of her hand before grabbing the bottle by the neck.
    If he were nervous or sensed her secret plan to seduce him, it didn’t show in his face or demeanor. He seemed friendly and glad to be in her company, and grateful she wasn’t upset by his desertion the night before.
    She sat down next to him and made a point to scoot closer. Their legs were practically touching. Her nipples tingled once more in utter desire. His fuck-me-hard-all-night-long cologne was wafting around her head and making what few inhibitions she had fall away from her like petals from a deserted bouquet in a gusty wind. Her clothes would also be falling away very soon if she had her way.
    Fate was fucking with her. Deacon was the man she’d initially chosen to be her first lover. At least until Boyd had rescued her last night and given her the opportunity for her to get to know yet another choice. But Deacon was the one sitting in her parlor now. Boyd was at work. Had fate changed its fickle mind and sent her a different man? Was it very slutty to change her mind at the last minute?
    Deacon took a swig of his drink and promptly placed the bottle on a coaster on the coffee table. “Did you have any questions about the future job we may have to offer? Anything I can answer for you?”
    She also took a small sip and moved her bottle to the table. “No. Boyd said you didn’t have the job in place quite yet. And truthfully, I’m very happy where I’m at, and I expect to be content there for quite a while.” Jessica leaned forward as she spoke. The masculine scent of him rushed into her lungs and fed her hungry libido. Remembering Boyd’s kiss from the night before, she couldn’t help but wonder what Deacon would taste like. Her gaze dropped to his lips and she couldn’t quite look away.
    “I’m glad,” he whispered. He also moved forward. They were practically kissing. Held in this helpless suspended animation of almost touching, but not, Jessica leaned nearer, wanting to kiss him. Not to compare with his friend, but to simply taste Deacon after all this time to see what it would be like. Last night she’d moved in and kissed Boyd first. Deacon hadn’t moved closer. So she figured it was up to her to make the first move this time, too.
    Jessica pushed her lips into Deacon’s mouth and almost moaned as he kissed her back immediately. As if he’d merely been waiting for her to start things before engaging his prowess. He was good. His tongue glided across the seam of her lips before dipping inside. She pressed forward, leaning her breasts on his chest, glad she’d opted not to put a bra on for this initial event. Her nipples tightened the moment they came in contact with his chest. She may have moaned then. She wasn’t sure.
    Deacon swirled his tongue in her mouth with expert care and perfect motion. His hand slid into the hair at the nape of her neck and he gripped the strands like he wasn’t letting her go any time soon. He then proceeded to kiss her like he never wanted to let her go. Like he couldn’t get enough of her. Like he wanted her just like she wanted him.
    Jessica stretched one leg over his lap and then straddled his legs, wanting to get even closer. The ridge at the front of his jeans made her pussy lips gush. She’d foregone panties since they just ended up drenched in either Boyd’s or his presence anyway.
    The bottom half of her skirt was the only thing protecting his jeans from her wetness. The moment she moved over his lap, he snaked his other arm around her waist and clenched her tight.
    His face slanted sideways and his tongue moved deeper between her lips. The taste of him, the scent of him, and the voracious kiss all conspired together for the next move she made.
    She slid a free hand down to stroke