Operation Mustang [The Service Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Tonya Ramagos Read Free Book Online Page B

her asshole with the bulbous head of his cock. She mimicked that movement now with her fingers, dipping them inside her channel as she wished Diek had done with his cock last night and massaging her clit with the juices.
    The erotic pictures in her mind mingled with huskily whispered commands in the voices of her men, and the orgasm tore through her, out of her. Her body convulsed, her legs quivering until she collapsed against the shower wall, breathless and still unsatisfied.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Since when did Mustang start sleeping late?” Gunner glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall as he pulled a coffee mug from the overhead cupboard and poured himself a cup.
    “She never does. One of us should probably go up and check on her.” Lucky latched onto the back of one of the chairs at the round kitchen table, spun it around, and straddled it, planting his hands on his knees.
    Diek lifted a brow over the rim of his own coffee mug. “Are you volunteering?”
    Lucky barked a laugh. “Hell, no! Not after the way we left her last night. I’m thinking she’s gonna need a good long time to cool down before I get close to her today.”
    “She’s gonna be madder than spit,” Gunner agreed. And she would be sexier than hell with it, too. If there was one thing he loved to stand back and admire, it was Mustang Ducote when she got her mad on. He’d never liked passive women. Mustang’s spunk, defiance, and guts turned him on way more than it probably should have. But believing that under that tough, no-bullshit shell of hers lay a woman that needed a man—or in their case, three—and needed protection also really appealed to him.
    “Probably at herself as much as us,” Diek commented.
    “She’ll get over it fast.” Gunner hoped she did. She might have sucked his cock off well and good last night, but he was harder than steel just thinking about her this morning. “Think about it, woman gets worn out enough to sleep past sunrise on a work day after our little fun last night. Just wait until we really get a hold of her.”
    “It’ll be a cold day in hell before any of you get your hands on me again.”
    Mustang stormed into the kitchen and headed straight for the coffee pot. She wore faded jeans that hugged her delectable ass to pure perfection with a hideous plaid, Western-style shirt that showed off every gorgeous curve she possessed. Her long chestnut strands were back up in their usual ponytail, her bangs flirting with her eyebrows.
    And he’d been right. He didn’t need more than a glimpse into her large blue eyes to see the lightning bolts of anger flashing through them. He didn’t need more than a quick sniff as she walked by to smell her lingering arousal either. He would even be willing to bet she had gotten herself off at some point, most likely in the shower this mor—
    “Good morning, beautiful. How was your night?” Diek grinned at her.
    Diek hadn’t realized something was wrong, but Gunner did. He studied her wrists as she moved. Her smooth flesh looked unmarred.
    “It might have been wonderful with you by my side, but since you up and left…” Mustang let the rest of the sentence trail off, completing it instead with a shrug.
    Yes, Diek had actually led the way for Gunner and Lucky as they exited her room last night. And left her tied to the bed. Gunner easily recalled the image of her sultry naked body sprawled in the center of the mattress, arms stretched over her head, hands bound securely to the headboard, nipples decorated beautifully with the clamps Lucky put on them.
    “Leave that one to the country singer, Diek,” Mustang went on. “This morning is your loss, cowboy. Not mine.” She got a large to-go mug out of the cabinet, filled it three quarters of the way up, and sidestepped to the refrigerator where she topped it off with an ample amount of French vanilla creamer.
    Being that she was raised on a ranch full of cowboys, Gunner figured the woman didn’t have much choice but