Szereto, Mellanie - Two from the Triangle [Bewitching Desires 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Mellanie Szereto Read Free Book Online Page A

and one woman offered more variety than two girls and one guy. Eat a pussy or suck a tit and fuck a pussy.
    Had he and Owen continued with Heléna, the list grew exponentially. Suck a cock and fuck a cock. Eat cock and get eaten. Fucked in the pussy and fucked in the ass. Ass-fucking and mouth-fucking. The list went on and on. It also invoked images that made his dick twitch.
    Perhaps sharing her wasn’t such a distasteful idea. He and his friend could give her more pleasure than she’d ever imagined—times two—for as long as they managed to stay alive. At least they’d all die happy. His erection threatened to bust his zipper.
    I’m a damn pervert for considering it.
    After his and Owen’s outright denial to share her, Heléna would probably tell them to take a one-way trip to hell. They’d deserve that slap in the face if they didn’t apologize first. Could he convince Owen to go along with the plan, though? A few hours ought to cool his anger. He didn’t get pissed often, and he didn’t hold a grudge.
    Heléna was the unknown factor—the woman scorned. She drew in the sand with her finger, sweeping away the writing with her palm a moment later. Repeating the action, she hesitated and then added more to whatever she’d drawn.
    The concentration on her task had Heath watching her for several minutes. When she seemingly finished on her right side, she switched to the left, leaving her markings rather than erasing them. Curiosity almost made him move closer for a peek, but he wouldn’t risk inciting her temper again so soon.
    She finally nodded and brushed her hands together. Did she realize that the ocean was at low tide and her scribbling would be washed away within a couple hours of sunrise?
    I bet she does.
    She might’ve gazed at the sea in wonder, but his gut said she’d studied every facet of it—from the shading from difference in depth to the lines of moisture along the shore. The night sky had drawn her attention as well. She probably knew all the constellations, the visible planets, and how to gauge time by the phase and location of the moon.
    While she seemed untried in her interactions with men, she wasn’t stupid. Her eyes revealed her emotions and deep intelligence. At times, she succeeded in veiling her thoughts, but more often than not, a keen observer could see every nuance of her personality. She was slightly shy, a bit insecure, and more than a little naïve.
    And stubborn. She’d proven that with her insistence about not being treated like a child. As he got to know her, his first impression came in direct opposition to the facts. She had a wide streak of independence, and a fiery mane of red hair would’ve matched her temper better than dark brown. Her femininity defied her small, boyish stature. She was a constant contradiction.
    His eyelids drooped, and he battled fatigue, but he wasn’t wasting a minute of his life by being unconscious. He’d sleep when he was dead in a few days.
    “She isn’t worth it.”
    Heath silently laughed at Owen’s low voice coming from the trees. The guy was too loyal for his own good. “Worth what?”
    Creeping out of the shadows, Owen shoved his fingers through his hair. “We’ve been friends a long time. I’m not fighting with you over Heléna. You want her? She’s yours.”
    “What if I say no?”
    “What the hell are you talking about? I said I’m backing off.” Owen crossed his arms in front of his chest as he stopped a couple feet from Heath. His jaw flexed, hinting at how much he disliked stepping aside.
    “No, you’re not. You like her too.” Heath mirrored Owen’s pose.
    “I’m not letting her come between us.”
    Raising his eyebrows and holding in a smile, Heath snorted. “Yeah, you are.”
    Owen glared at him. “Damn it, Heath, quit being an ass. I’m not sacrificing our friendship for her.”
    “But I’m so good at it.” The corners of Heath’s lips slipped upward. “Hear me out.”
    Rolling his eyes, Owen huffed