Acres, Natalie - Pole Position [Country Roads 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page B

ash-blond hair that fell in curlicues over his shoulders. He was always tan, which women seemed to like, and he had perfect features—high cheeks, a long nose, full lips, and chocolate-colored eyes. He looked like a fucking rock star, and Colt, well he was ordinary.
    Colt had never been one for having sex with strangers, but soon after Brant moved in next door, he started joining Brant when he entertained women who were interested in threesomes. Colt had become so accustomed to sharing women, he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to date alone. There was a long list of advantages to riding double.
    “Hey daydreamer, are you gonna sit there in the cold and sulk because I left your ass sittin’ on that trail, or are ya gonna follow me back to the cabin?”
    “Follow you?” Colt balked. “How about I race you?”
    The challenge was met appropriately. Brant sped by him at a high rate of speed and Colt caught up fast, swerving in front of him when the path widened. Dirt and gravel swirled around the large wheels. They cut their own path into the woods separating the area where the crowd waited and the road forked toward the campground.
    When they arrived in front of their camping unit, they were covered in mud. As they removed their helmets, Colt asked, “Wanna flip for the first shower?”
    He’d just started to dig for a quarter when he noticed Princess sitting on their stoop, watching them with curious, hopeful eyes.
    And maybe that’s when he saw his future flash in front of him.

Chapter Four

    “You found me! Where’s Colt?” The child’s eyes filled with happiness a few hours later when they started a game of hide and seek. “I thought he was going to come and get me.”
    “He is,” Brant said. “You have to go hide again.”
    “No, it’s your turn now.”
    “It is?” Brant gave it a fair shot at sounding excited. What an effort. He straightened his shoulders and decided he really needed to loosen up. She was a kid, for crying out loud. Not the enemy.
    “Yep,” she said, nodding her head up and down. “And you’d better hurry, because I’ll bet he’s hiding behind the shower curtain right now. He wanted to take a bath and get that mud off his face.”
    Brant laughed. “Perceptive little thing, aren’t you?”
    “Yes, sireee!” she squealed, clapping her hands together.
    He was pretty sure she didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. “How old are you, kid?”
    “Nine.”
    Brant took a deep breath. Nine years old and living all alone. What in the bloody hell had happened to her parents? He’d have Colt ask her. He wasn’t sure he wanted to pry, and he was one hundred percent certain he didn’t want to hear her answer.
    “How come you call me kid ?”
    “What do you want me to call you?”
    She shrugged and acted like she really didn’t care. “I guess Princess will work for now.”
    “Okay, Princess,” he said, trying to brush her off. “Go hide. Your king will find you shortly.”
    “No,” she said. “Colt is a prince. You’re the king.”
    “Why? Do I look like a king?”
    She shook her head. “Nope, but you act like one.”
    “How does a king act?”
    “Like a man who doesn’t know how to act,” she said all at once, trotting off like she was riding a make-believe stick horse, with leather reins to boot.
    Colt entered the small kitchen area with a wide grin claiming his cheeks. “That’s a child’s nice way of saying you look like a fellow with a corncob up his ass.”
    Brant grunted. Yep, he needed to loosen up some.
    “What’s eating at you?”
    “This kid is getting to me.”
    “She’s something else.”
    “Yeah, but Colt, we have to be careful. Attachments are formed in a short period of time.”
    “What’s your point?”
    “Right now, I don’t have one.”
    “Good,” Colt said. “Let me know when you do.”

Chapter Five

    They were about to send the little girl “home,” and to what? A soggy box? By morning that’s about all she’d have left