Moore, Gigi - Desiree's Lone Wolves [The Double R, Book 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free

that a woman would have to be in a coma not to notice Carson and Sam Quarry. Not that she’d say anything to her sister. She didn’t want to give the girl any more ammunition than necessary. “You’ve seen one cowboy, you’ve seen them all.”
    “Now you’re just trying to blow smoke up my ass, sis, but I’m not buying it. Ain’t nothing ordinary about those two, and you know it. In fact, there’s something decidedly out of the ordinary about them, if you ask me.”
    Desiree would admit nothing. It was bad enough those two haunted her dreams as much as the wolves and the…Sheesh, she was stupid! Were those two the faceless men in her dreams?
    She closed her eyes, picturing the two tall, broad-shouldered brothers. The oldest had raven-black hair and emerald-green eyes, and the younger one had chocolate-brown hair and golden-honey eyes. Each was gorgeous in his own right.
    She compared her vision with the memory of the two figures in her dream and realized that though she couldn’t see the dream-men’s faces, they and the cowboys were incredibly similar in appearance.
    Was she sublimating? Was she having sex dreams about the two cowboys because the idea of having actual sex with them proved plain unacceptable to her in any way, shape, or form?
    Desiree opened her eyes to see her sister staring at her with a gleam in her espresso eyes.
    “Must have been some wet dream, though I’m not sure where the wolves come in.”
    “It wasn’t a wet dream.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    Desiree sighed and flung herself back on the bed, shaking her head. “Just get out of here and stop psychoanalyzing me, Freud.”
    Maia chuckled and reached to caress Desiree’s face, expression changing from amused to serious. “Do yourself a favor, girl, and just go for it.”
    “That’s what you would do.”
    “You better believe it. Just so happens I haven’t seen anything on this ranch worth my time or energy.”
    “Yet you throw two of the most eligible cowboys at me ? What’s the matter? They’re not good enough for you? Or should I say wild and reckless enough?”
    “They’re more than good and wild enough, but they don’t belong to me.”
    Oh God, was Maia saying what Desiree thought she was? Was she about to spout the soul mates jazz in which she so fervently believed?
    It wasn’t that Desiree didn’t believe in commitment and love, she just didn’t like the idea that she wasn’t in control of her own destiny. She had choices. She could choose to be an irresponsible, reckless adult, or she could choose not to.
    “I know what you think of my visions and my ideas on love and romance, but before you knock it—”
    “I’m not knocking anything. I just don’t believe in soul mates.”
    “You should, since I have a feeling yours are closer at hand than you know.”
    “Are you insinuating what I think you are?” Okay, she knew her little sister was a practicing Wiccan and tended to have some pretty liberal ideas about some things, especially where sex and nudity were concerned, but a threesome?
    Desiree shuddered now, remembering the first time she’d walked into Maia’s bedroom without knocking and found her sister skyclad—or naked, to the layman. Maia had been home from college for the Christmas break. She’d informed Desiree that she no longer celebrated Christmas as the family traditionally celebrated it. Instead, she recognized the winter solstice, in the Wiccan tradition.
    Maia’s nontraditional spiritual practices were one thing, but when Desiree came out to Colorado and discovered her long-lost older sister involved in a ménage a trois she started to feel like Alice plummeting down a carnal rabbit hole.
    Desiree wasn’t judging anyone, and she secretly applauded both her sisters for flouting convention to follow their hearts. She just didn’t think Maia’s or Tamara’s lives were for her. She was much too square for the New Age stuff Maia followed, and she had enough trouble trusting and being intimate with