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

the truth. He did seem cranky that morning.
    Ben held out her keys to her as she poured another cup of coffee. “We have a delivery coming in a little while so we’ll get out of your hair.”
    “How much did the tires cost?”
    “Don’t worry about it. We talked to Ethan this morning about installing another camera in the front parking lot. We’d been meaning to do it for a little while. What happened just pointed out the fact that it was needed. I covered the cost for you.”
    “Nonsense. I can pay you back.”
    “No. Keep the money in your savings.”
    She sighed and looked to Quinten for help but he just smiled and shrugged. He wasn’t going to tell her how much they cost either.
    “Thank you.” It was all she could say. For now. She’d call Torvel’s later and ask them how much the tires had cost and pay him back anyway.
    She gave them both hugs. “Thank you also for watching over me last night, although I think it was totally unnecessary. But strip poker was fun…I think.” The memory was still a little hazy.
    Quinten snorted in amusement. “It was definitely fun, Camster.”
    She reached to tickle his ribs. He knew she couldn’t stand that silly nickname but he just laughed and sidestepped her as they headed for the front door.
    Ben turned to look back at her, a faint smile on his face. There was something else in his eyes as he looked closely at her. “See you tonight?”
    “With bells on!” she replied with a smile.
    Ben groaned pitifully. “Hell, I hope not real bells. Those costumes are—”
    Quinten shoved him out the door and smiled back at her. “No bells. How about going as a cowgirl? Denim. Jeans. Covers all the girlie bits up. A T-shirt, no—a turtleneck ! It’s supposed to be”—she closed the door in his face while she giggled—“chilly tonight!” he called through the glass window in the door then smiled and waved. He turned to Ben as he walked out to his truck and yelled, “Hey, wait up, Mr. Cranky-pants! I need a ride back to the club for my truck!”
    She leaned against the door and smiled. Her heart fluttered as she recalled perching in Ben’s lap, giving him a taste of what a lap dance was like. What had she been thinking when she’d done that?
    I was thinking that I wanted to get closer.

Chapter Four
     
    Camilla adjusted the feather in her rawhide headband as Grace Warner and one of her husbands, Adam Davis, sat at the bar.
    Grace took a sip of her sangria and asked, “What are you wearing to the Halloween costume contest next weekend?”
    “It’s a surprise,” Camilla replied. “I don’t want to reveal it too soon.” Plus, it’s going to take some cooperation from Mr. Grumpy and Mr. Cranky, so I don’t want to announce it until I have full participation.
    Gazing around the bar, she caught Quinten eyeing her short-shorts again. He had that “alpha male” look in his eyes once more. Gone was the naughty tease from the previous evening who’d lost all but his underwear and socks to her playing strip poker. Her pussy quivered at what might’ve happened if she’d won those sexy, snug boxers she’d gotten a glimpse of as he’d shucked his jeans the night before.
    “I understand.” Grace leaned against Adam and said, “I’m trying to talk the guys into going as the three bears to my Goldilocks.”
    Adam chuckled and added his two cents. “It’s not me you have to convince, baby. I’d do it for you, but even in late October, it’s a little warm to be walking around in a full bear costume.”
    Grace scoffed. “Oh, really? It has nothing whatsoever to do with you three arguing about who gets to be Mama Bear and Baby Bear?”
    Adam sucked in his lower lip. “I’m not saying anything else. We could decide that one with an arm wrestling contest.” He took a sip of his beer as he flexed a bicep and smiled at Camilla when she laughed along with Grace.
    Camilla said, “Where’s it written that you can’t all three be Daddy Bears?”
    Grace said,