What She Wants by BA Tortuga Read Free Book Online

She needed to stop worrying about it.
    Sparkly clips went in her hair, perfume went into the hollow of her throat, and she grabbed her clutch, heading down to meet the boys in the lobby, on time, thank you very much. Adrian was always late. So it must have been Packer who had them in the lobby, waiting for her.
    They looked hot as hell -- both starched and pressed, hats on. Packer's belly was tight as a board under the navy blue shirt and her Adrian's eyes were burning as they stared at her.
    It was Adrian who came and kissed her lips lightly, taking her arm. "You ready, baby?"
    "I am. Do I look okay?" She shimmied a little.
    "You look amazing." His smile said she looked better than that. She hadn't seen that look so much in years.
    She felt her cheeks heat, her heart fluttering. "Thanks. Y'all look like a slice of Heaven."
    "You think so? I'd have gone south." Laughing, Packer moved close, fingers brushing her back above the fabric. "You look like a really good sin."
    Her nipples went tight, and so did her belly. "Feed me, boys. I'm starving." She'd been doing a ton of core work, so she knew she looked good.
    "Mmm. All that exercise." Adrian's grin widened.
    She offered him a quirked grin, a nod. "You know it. I rode hard." No shame, damn it. She could keep their interest.
    "Cowboy-ed right up, luv." Packer chuckled again, which stirred the hair at the nape of her neck.
    "Mmm. Be good, now."
    They led her out to the valet stand, where a sexy black pickup waited. Someone's hand brushed the curve of her ass as she walked.
    "We're very good. You ought to know that, baby." Adrian handed her up into the truck. Packer drove.
    Her fingers slid over the leather seats, and she hummed softly. She did love a tricked-out truck. This one had to be Packer's. Adrian's was red. Hers was champagne colored.
    Adrian chuckled at her, and Packer looked over at her, one eyebrow raised. "What? I like a nice truck."
    "Good." Packer's voice held a wealth of satisfaction. "We'll have to test out how much later."
    The sun was down, the lights buzzing by, and Calleigh felt light, free, like she was heading for the top of a roller coaster.
    "So, you like steak or lobster better, luv?"
    "Steak. I admit it, I'm a meat eater." Lobsters were messy, anyway.
    "She doesn't like butter fingers, Pack." Adrian pressed up against her. He'd refused to sit in the back.
    "This is true. Well, it's okay at home, with an old T-shirt on." She leaned into Adrian's warmth, snuggling.
    "Oh, now, at home you should have someone to feed it to you."
    Adrian's fingers slid up her thigh. "At home, mate, we can think of all sorts of things to do with this beautiful body and buttery fingers."
    Oh. Oh, damn.
    "Oh, hell yes." Packer patted her other leg, his fingers lingering.
    Adrian explored the lace band at the top of her stockings, then the garters. Then skin. She waited for the groan; her Adrian loved stockings, loved the access of garter belts and thongs.
    "Oh, fuck, Calleigh. You know that makes me crazy."
    She gave Adrian her best innocent look, but it was derailed a little, by Packer's exploring fingers.
    "Nice, luv. Didn't know it was a hot button of Adrian's."
    Another groan sounded, this one a little rueful. "No, but he'll use it now. He'll buy you a thousand pairs."
    She laughed, leaned over to kiss Packer's jaw, just barely. "You and I have to talk, darlin'. Compare notes,” she said. “I think we could make him crazy."
    "Oh, I know we can. He's so easy, huh?" Packer’s fingers slid farther than Adrian's, the man that much more daring.
    Her breath caught, and she nodded, her thighs sliding.
    Adrian chuckled softly. "Careful, mate. She shaves when she wears these. Makes her sweet and slick."
    "Oh, Christ."
    They were going to steam up the windows they way they were all breathing hard. "Y'all need to be good now." She let her leg slide against Adrian's, let her thighs part just a little wider, to tease them all.
    "Mmmhmm. We're always good. With you I bet we could