Riptide [Kismet Cove] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Susan Hayes Read Free Book Online Page B

before flopping back down on the mattress and patting the spot beside him.
    “I’ll leave the first aid to Rory’s gentle touch, then. Come here, sweetheart. You’re nowhere near recovered yet. You need to rest.”
    A fragment of another conversation popped into Jess’s head and she grinned at Evan as she carefully made her way back to his side. “I thought you said he was heavy-handed?”
    Rory growled and Evan groaned with laughter. “Oh sure. You didn’t remember getting rescued, but you managed to remember me insulting his driving? You’re just going to be a world of trouble for us, I can already tell.”
    Jess was intensely aware of Rory as he moved around behind her, and she felt a shimmer of heat dance over her skin as he gently stroked her hair and explored her scalp just around where she’d bumped it.
    “You gave yourself a nice goose-egg, but I don’t see any blood.”
    “So I’ll live?” She tried to keep her tone light, but she could hear the tremor in her voice. She hoped they’d think it was from the cold and not because of the effect the two of them were having on her.
    Rory’s hands stroked over her wet hair and came to rest on her shoulders as he leaned down so his mouth was just beside her ear. “You’ll live, but only if you stop wandering out on the rocks during storm season. Promise me you won’t do that again.”
    His breath was warm as it fanned over her skin and Jess had to focus hard to form a coherent response.
    “I didn’t know it was dangerous.”
    Rory’s hands tightened around her shoulders and his voice rumbled like distant thunder. “Promise me, Jess. I don’t want you taking that kind of risk again.”
    Annoyance burned off some of the warm fuzzies she’d been feeling and Jess spun her head to snarl at him, forgetting he was only a few inches away. “I don’t have to promise you anything!”
    “Uh oh, wrong thing to say, sweetheart.” Evan chuckled somewhere to her left, but Jess barely heard him. She was staring into Rory’s dark-chocolate eyes, his mouth hovering a finger’s breadth away from hers.
    “Yes, you do,” Rory told her.
    “Like hell I do! I’m grateful for both of you for rescuing me, but whatever it is that you think is going on here, it’s not. So just get your hands off me and I’ll be on my way!”
    “No,” Rory growled and then he was kissing her, his mouth hard and hot as he slanted his lips over hers. The stubble on his cheeks rasped against the sensitive skin of her face and that friction blended into the heat that flowed from him where his lips touched hers.
    As quickly as he had taken her, he retreated again, and Jess found herself following his mouth as he pulled away. She knew she should have been angry, or scared, but instead she couldn’t feel anything past the driving need to feel his lips on hers again. This time she kissed him and she heard one of the men groan. She wasn’t sure which it was, and she didn’t care. Jess turned on the bed so she was facing Rory and speared her fingers into the dark waves of his hair, tugging him closer to her as she explored his mouth with hers.
    Rory tasted dark and smoky, like autumn leaves and bonfires. She ran her tongue along the seam of his lips and he opened his mouth with a groan that inflamed all her senses. His hands circled her hips and hauled her up against the solid wall of his body.
    Again Jess’s brain tried to send up a warning flare, reminding her that this was a stranger she was so recklessly kissing, but she ignored everything but the need to touch and be touched. Their tongues tangled and a flame sparked in Jess’s womb, sending a flood of liquid heat gushing between her thighs and soaking her pussy.
    Another groan, and this time she knew it was Evan that was giving voice to his arousal because he was behind her a heartbeat later, the bare skin of his chest pressing up against her back as he swept her hair aside and blew a puff of air across her ear before sucking on