Stanley, Gale - Hellfire [Southwest Shifters 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Gale Stanley Read Free Book Online Page B

in me . But with the drought so bad, the grounds and greenery were too parched to survive. Conditions had gotten so bad, forest managers had imposed campfire restrictions, and smoking was prohibited except inside buildings and vehicles. Campers couldn’t even take a motor vehicle off the road. Who’d want to camp in this weather, anyway?
    Guess we should have installed AC. The fans didn’t do much but push around the hot air. When Shiloh built the house, he’d assured Kate over and over he would add on to it later. Whatever you need, baby, just let me know. Then he got more popular on the rodeo circuit and started traveling all the time.
    So the house was pretty much the way it had been when Shi first built it. He didn’t believe her when she insisted she loved living small, but it was true. She could clean her eight hundred square feet in no time at all, and they didn’t have to spend a lot on furniture or maintenance. The living area had a lot of built-ins and comfy overstuffed chairs. There was no dining room, and the kitchen island served as their table as well as work space. Shiloh had built the bedroom and bath large with plenty of closet space, and there was a small laundry room with a back door. As far as she was concerned, the house was absolutely perfect—except for the lack of AC.
    If only the rest of her life were as perfect. Lately she’d been feeling really down. She had a great guy, but he was always on the road, and she spent most of her time alone. Plus, Shi had his own secret life, and their infrequent couplings were lacking in passion. She needed something he couldn’t provide, and her lackluster performance in the bedroom didn’t light his fire. They were some pair. Somebody needed to light a match under them.
    At first she’d been content, but as time went by, she started craving more—more companionship, more sex, more people like herself…No wonder she’d found herself attracted to the two strangers. They were like her.
    All night she’d lain awake thinking about Shi with those two men, wondering what they were doing, imagining them in bed together, picturing those three naked, sweaty bodies fucking each other. She had never been jealous a day in her life, but here she was lusting after two strangers and angry with Shi because he was doing what she wanted to do. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit it wasn’t Shi she was angry at, but herself. Why didn’t she go last night? Shi would have been shocked, but not that shocked. He knew she needed more—he just didn’t know what more she needed. She hadn’t known either, until these men showed up.
    Fear held her back. She wanted to talk to Gage and Tanner, but she had no idea what their motives were. She had grown used to living, hiding really, among the humans. So far she’d been safe, and she thought it best to let sleeping dogs lie. Her wolf scared her. Her strong physical attraction to the Lycans scared her. God, she hated herself for being so scared all the time.
    Kate smelled the exhaust before she spotted the dust cloud over the rise. It was hot as hell, but a chill ran down her spine, and a flicker of warning froze her to the spot. Few people came out here.
    The pickup stopped at the top of the rise, and Kate’s pulse raced. It was them, coming to her almost as if they knew what she was thinking. She watched the two men start down the hill, and she considered making a run for it, then changed her mind. They were wolf, and if they wanted her that bad, they would chase her down. No, she would stand her ground and find out once and for all what they wanted. Better to do it now, when Shi wasn’t home. Shi? Oh my God, did they tell him who they really were? No, they couldn’t have.
    Kate looked from one to the other as they got closer. Dressed in T-shirts and cutoffs, they were modern-day gods, tall and bronzed by the sun. A sheen of sweat accentuated powerful muscles as if they’d oiled themselves for a photo shoot. Her