Tiny Dancer [Divine Creek Ranch 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Heather Rainier Read Free Book Online Page A

throat, smooched him there, and then let out a long, happy purr. “Why do I have to work for the two hottest guys in town?”
    Quinten looked like he never wanted to let go. After a few seconds he grinned and softly said, “Baby? Camilla?” He glanced at Ben. “She conked out.”
    Ben shook his head as he stiffly rose from the couch, mindful of the hard-on from hell that was going nowhere. “Let’s put Sleeping Beauty to bed then.” Alone. Damn it. He was going to be one cranky son of a bitch come morning.
    He would’ve liked the opportunity to get more answers from her before they’d gone to sleep. He’d also wanted to plead privately with her about not wearing the costumes anymore. In a way, he was glad the topic hadn’t come up though because it would’ve broken the mood. Recalling the way she’d climbed into his lap, and then willingly sought Quinten’s attention answered at least one question.
    Quinten rose from the couch, lifting her with him. “She thinks we’re hot.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Camilla woke up the next morning with a bit of a headache and a fuzzy mouth. She opened her eyes to find that she was facedown on the bed, under the covers. Recalling that Ben and Quinten had come over the night before, she yanked back the covers and sighed in relief to find herself still in the genie costume. On the heels of relief, though, came a little hint of disappointment and she wasn’t exactly sure why. Had she fallen asleep? She didn’t remember saying good night and going to bed.
    She squinted at the alarm clock and saw that the time read ten o’clock. With a groan she sat up. The morning was already half gone and she still needed to see about her car. She listened to the house but found it completely still and quiet. Traipsing into the kitchen, she smiled when she saw a mug and a note on the kitchen counter by the coffeepot which was turned on and hot.
     
    Camster,
    You were still out cold when we got up this morning so we took care of your car for you. Call us if you need anything. We’ll be back with your car as soon as the work is done. Hope you’re not too hungover. My head is pounding.
    -Quinten
    PS…you’re kinda pretty when you’re sleeping…even when you’re snoring. Ben is Mr. Cranky-pants this morning.
     
    She chuckled as she fixed herself a cup of coffee and started the shower in the bathroom. Once she’d taken a couple of Tylenol, bathed, and brushed her teeth, she felt considerably better. She walked naked down the hallway, stretching her arms over her head as she made her way to her room. She glanced into the living room and squeaked when she realized Ben and Quinten were standing there, gawking.
    Quinten’s eyes were zeroed in on her bare, waxed pussy and his jaw was hanging slack. Ben’s eyes were doing a pea-in-the-whistle routine, consuming her from knees to knockers. She turned sideways and put a forearm across her breasts as she continued down the hallway, calling, “I’ll be right out, guys, as soon as I’m dressed.” Her words were met with utter silence. She didn’t know whether to laugh or blush. She wound up doing both.
    Both men were fixing fresh mugs of coffee when she came into the kitchen a little later, dressed, with her hair dried and light makeup put on. She didn’t like to be seen when she wasn’t put together. She didn’t think the two men had noticed anything above chest level anyway.
    “Sorry about the peep show, guys.”
    “I’m not,” Quinten began to say but seemed to quell his enthusiasm when Ben looked at him. Ben’s dark eyes were unreadable as he turned them on her.
    “We’re the ones who should apologize, Camilla. We should’ve knocked and waited instead of coming right in.”
    He was back to calling her Camilla. No sugar now that it was a new day. Shouldn’t have got your hopes up, girl. He’d just been trying to make her feel better the day before. She glanced at Quinten and then eyed Ben carefully. Quinten must’ve been telling