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

out a breath. “Talk.”
    Watching for the slightest change in his friend’s disposition, Heath launched into an explanation of his scheme, keeping his voice low. “We both want Heléna. After what happened, I think it’s safe to say she wants both of us as well.”
    Owen shrugged. “Maybe.”
    “I’ve changed my mind. We could’ve died yesterday, and we could just as easily die today or tomorrow. I say we let her come between us.”
    The color drained from Owen’s face. “Some friend you are, you horny bast—”
    Heath held up his hand. “Let me rephrase that. I say we make her come between us.”
    “You mean... Jesus, you can’t be thinking...” Owen stared Heath in the eyes, swallowing hard but not blinking. Evidently, coherent thought eluded him. “You want to... Are you serious?”
    “Dead serious.”
    “When you say you changed your mind, you mean you want to... share her?”
    “Give the man a prize.” Still waiting for a positive response, Heath extended his hand toward Owen. “Deal?”

Chapter 6

    Working to pull some air into his lungs, Owen stared at Heath’s extended hand. His friend was serious about sharing Heléna.
    I say we make her come between us.
    She’d been on the verge of an orgasm when Heath had interrupted the interlude. Was she a screamer? A moaner? Did she close her eyes tight or open them wide? Owen could well imagine her fingernails scraping at his back or digging into his ass as he fucked her hard and fast. Could he accept another man making love to her with him?
    Not just any other guy. Heath’s like a brother to me, and he’s right. Mortality was an enlightening prospect. They could suffer through their final hours or make the most of the time they had left.
    Giving a curt nod, he grasped Heath’s hand and shook it. “Deal.”
    Owen ignored the nervous fluttering in his stomach as his friend grinned. “Now we need to do some groveling. She—”
    A rumble of thunder drowned out Heath’s words, and lightning flashed to the left. A bank of low clouds moved in from the northwest, blotting out stars and the blurry streak of the Milky Way. The ghostly mass closed in on the nearly full moon.
    The speed of the storm sent a shiver up Owen’s spine. “We need to get Heléna and take cover.” Where they’d find cover was an issue he didn’t want to think about.
    Heath gestured for Owen to follow as he jogged to the beach. The low tide line vanished under the rising surf, rough waves forming whitecaps beyond the shallow water on the sea shelf.
    Heléna looked to the sky as another clash of thunder sounded, a frown marring her otherwise breathtaking face and wind whipping her hair out behind her.
    Heath reached her first, reaching for her hand. “Come on! We need to find someplace safe to wait out the storm!”
    She glanced to her right and then to her left as Owen offered her a hand up. “I can’t. The words will wash away. I’ll never remember them.”
    A violent crash and a blinding flash of electricity made her jump to her feet, and he closed his fingers around hers. “We need to go, Heléna. It’s too dangerous to stay out here next to the water.”
    She tugged free of his grip and dropped to her knees. “But I can’t leave them! They’re the best I’ve written in months.”
    Moonlight edged the letters in the sand, fading into darkness when the storm front masked the source of light. A dim howl rose in volume, and she pressed her palms to the etchings.
    Heath clutched her shoulders. “We have to go now !”
    Her chin fell to her chest, and she seemed to give in to their demands to head inland. Rather than rising, she caressed the sand. “...fly...say good-bye...be strong...home...belong...no harm...blessed be.”
    Heléna’s faint mumblings carried to Owen’s ears before they evaporated into the gusting winds. Strange colored lights flickered around the three of them. The gusts changed to a swirling vortex, pulling at Owen and making his skin prickle. Her