Remy's Release [Submissive Sirens] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Charlotte Smith Read Free Book Online

he cleared his throat and hoped she hadn’t noticed. “Turn around again.”
    As Remy pivoted slowly, Knox let his eyes roam over her luscious form. She was wearing a sleek, black gown that molded to her curves, pooling over her magnificent breasts and clinging to her rounded ass. Knox did a double take as she faced away from him. The back of the dress was completely open, almost all the way to that ass. The fabric draped so low he was surprised he couldn’t see the top of the cleft between her cheeks. He could see two dimples just above her ass though, and his mouth watered as he pictured leaning down to lick those twin divots. He wanted to stop her from continuing to turn so he could focus properly on the creamy skin of her back, and he bet if he got close enough to her, palmed the curves of that sweet ass, and peered down the back of her dress, he’d be able to see that crack. He’d love to slide a hand down the back of her dress and delve between her cheeks to the rosebud hiding there. Knox wondered, hardly for the first time, if she’d ever taken a cock in her ass. He practically drooled over that thought.
    Remy twirled and stood facing him once more. She looked a little more nervous than before, and she stood with her hands clasping her evening bag. “I do look okay, right? You guys are kind of freaking me out, what with the silence.”
    Knox watched as Joss pried his eyes away from Remy’s tits—a remarkable feat as far as Knox was concerned—and smiled at her. “You look hot.”
    Remy relaxed visibly, laughing at Joss’s bluntness and swatting him with her purse.
    Drake approached Remy cautiously, as though she were a live grenade. “I don’t know about this,” he said.
    Knox watched as Remy’s face fell and could happily have kicked Drake’s ass.
    “What don’t you know?” Knox was a little belligerent, and he knew he was walking on dangerous ground. “She looks amazing, and you know it.”
    Drake’s eyes glittered dangerously. “I’m not talking about that, jackass. Every man with a pulse, and probably a few women, will want a piece of her tonight. Remy, don’t you think you’re showing a little too much skin? I mean…” He floundered, much to his brothers’ amusement. “You look like a million bucks, but it’s pretty attention-getting, no?”
    “Exactly, Drake,” Remy purred. “If people are fixated on me, they won’t be paying attention to the three of you. And besides…” She sniffed haughtily. “This isn’t skank couture. It’s Dior. I trust Christian Dior to allow me to show the perfect amount of skin. If you have a problem with it, don’t look. I’m going to touch up my makeup.”
    With that, she flounced back into her room and slammed the door, leaving the three of them gaping like idiots.
    Knox walked over to Drake and slapped him on the back, maybe a little harder than was strictly necessary. “Smooth, Drake. Real smooth. Nothing like making the girl think she looks trashy to guarantee a pleasant evening for all of us. Honestly, what’s with the grandfather routine?”
    Drake turned to Knox with tortured eyes. “I have to spend the whole evening as her date.”
    Joss snorted and rolled his eyes. “Oh, you’re right, we totally forgot. You poor bastard. You’re going to have to front like you’re actually attracted to her, get to touch her, hold her hand, maybe even dance with her. She should absolutely cover up so you don’t have to look at all that sweet, soft skin.”
    “That’s not it.” Knox had been watching Drake closely since he’d made the comment about being Remy’s date. “He’s going to have a hell of a time keeping his hands off her. That’s it, isn’t it?”
    Drake nodded grimly. “Would you be able to resist?”
    “No. And that’s exactly my point.” Knox walked over to the mirror to tie his bow tie. “Maybe it’s time we stop resisting.”
    Drake drew in a deep breath to begin the usual argument, but Remy chose that moment to