Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free Page A

the floor. And yes, it had made her feel better. His red butt had matched his face and that of the shrieking beauty underneath him. In fact, now, later, she could actually look back and laugh. The incident had been a wake-up call though, and she’d never give anyone else the chance to do that to her again.
    She had joked to her best friend, Rachael Harrison, that if only her vibrator could open a pickle jar she’d have no need to concern herself with a man. It was a lie that she’d almost convinced herself of. The fact was that Shannon liked men and liked the lover-friend relationship. She told herself that she didn’t need a “special someone” in her life at the moment, other than her tomcat, Baggie, who incidentally had gradually moved in with her neighbor. It appeared that even her feline friend had had enough of waiting for her.
    Shannon reasoned that what she really needed and, frankly, deserved was a break from work, a bit of fun, and some R&R—rest and relaxation. Rachael’s wedding would be the perfect opportunity to do just that. She definitely did not need another stressful relationship that involved the juggling skills of a circus clown. She had some money saved and she had made the time. Over the past month she had rescheduled projects and deferred work to fellow consultants.
    Shannon had first met Rachael when she was a student, often getting into mischief like tying herself to railings and protesting outside the offices of big corporations who were reportedly damaging the environment through their practices. They’d been best friends since college and gone through that critical time of becoming relatively responsible adults with their friendship strong and still intact. Both women were independent souls through choice not necessity.
    The more she thought about it the more she realized that the wedding couldn’t have come at a better time, although it served to demonstrate just how quickly circumstances can change. There was Rachael, a strong, independent, career woman, suddenly getting hitched to a cattle rancher and oilman to boot. From what Rachael had said about her fiancé, Joshua Ryden, he seemed to be an amazing guy. Shannon just hoped that her friend wasn’t only seeing things through the rose-colored spectacles of love. What if he turned out to be an ignorant, pesticide and petroleum polluting type of rancher? She couldn’t imagine Rachael getting involved with someone like that, but then this whole wedding was a big surprise. How the hell had that happened so fast? Well, she’d gleaned part of the reason from their recent conversation—sex. Yeah, that was always a clincher.
    Shannon understood that there are some things best friends can only talk about with a bottle of wine and wearing pajamas, but she got the gist. It appeared that this Joshua Ryden fellow was the embodiment of Rachael’s fantasies. Whilst details were sketchy, Shannon had the impression there was some kinky business going on. In fact Meadow Ridge County sounded an altogether intriguing place. Rachael had explained that it was not uncommon to find one woman with two husbands. It was a throwback from the early settler days when times were hard and women were few. Apparently the relationships worked well and the practice hadn’t died out. Rachael had been quick to point out that, although Joshua came from such a family, he wasn’t inclined to share her with anyone and he was the only man for her.
    The whole idea should be unsavory, but Shannon had felt a certain tension in her body when hearing Rachael’s words. She felt hot and bothered and, yes, damn it, more turned on than ever. In fact Mr. Tommy Tall, who resided on her right hand, had gone to work that night as she lay in bed thinking about all the possibilities. Masturbation had never worked so quickly. She mentally shook herself out of her fantasy. Two men? Now that’s just double the trouble. She started toward the garden shed with the air of a woman on a