Original Match [Ménage.com 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page B

on us, darlin’? You know what to do.”
    Davan laid her cheek against Jasper’s chest. Knowing what Blake wanted, she lifted her ass as far as she could in the air without having Jasper slip out of her pussy. Bearing down, she felt the tip of Blake’s cock slide right inside her ass. The sharp burn turned to a dull throbbing while he held himself still, letting her adjust. This was the moment when Davan couldn’t stay immobile for anything.
    “Move,” Davan ordered, trying to lift off of Jasper. He wouldn’t have it, wrapping his arms around her and keeping her flat against him.
    “Let us set the pace, sweet girl,” Jasper murmured against her ear.
    They set up a rhythm where Blake would be pulling out while Jasper thrust in. Over and over, they wound up her body until she knew it was going to snap. She felt Blake’s hand come down and connect with her ass cheek, the slight sting making her cry out more in surprise than pain.
    “Come for us,” Jasper ordered, his voice washing over her as if hot water had cascaded down on her sensitive skin.
    Blake’s hand connected one more time. Davan felt something burst inside of her. Spasms rocked her body, and her muscles clamped down tight on their cocks. They pumped into her, causing her body to maintain those ripples of pleasure she craved so much. Davan heard them shout their releases, as she felt them pump their seed into her body. She felt the warmth spread through her and hoped they had finally created the child they were hoping for.
    Shea leaned back against her chair and thought about the scene she had just typed. What would it be like to be able to come to someone’s voice? Grayson Stevens’s probably had that effect. She looked down and saw a slight tremor in her hands. It was time to take a break and open up the new pack of batteries she had bought.
     
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    “Who?”
    “Shea Brennan.”
    “The ménage author? The one that does the anthologies with those two other women?”
    “I’d bet my company stock on it,” Gray said, reaching up to loosen his tie. Once he got it to the point where it wasn’t strangling him, he glanced down at his watch. It had been hours since he had spoken to the infamous author, lectured Lucy, and attended numerous meetings. It was going on six o’clock in the evening, and he was tired. Rubbing his hands over his face, Gray sank into his favorite leather chair. “You’re meeting her tomorrow at ten.”
    “Why me?” Ian asked, sitting across from him with his feet up on Gray’s desk. His brother was a year younger than his own thirty-four years and a hell of a lot more laid back. Nothing bothered Ian. Gray could say the company had a penny to its name and that they had to sell everything they owned, and Ian would just shrug his shoulders and probably say, “It was good while it lasted.” It bugged the shit out of him that Ian wouldn’t take more responsibility around the office, but Gray grudgingly admitted that Ian was the best at programming.
    “Why? Because I got the feeling she didn’t want to talk about her project with me. I didn’t want to scare her off.” Gray looked over at Ian, who was tossing one of those stress-reliever balls that Lucy had bought him in the air. He could hear their mother lecturing his brother how he needed a haircut, since it looked like he just crawled out of bed. They both had jet-black hair, but Gray was more conservative and kept his short, much to his mother’s delight.
    “Is there something I should know, brother?” Ian raised one eyebrow and gave a devilish grin. “Just what kind of project are we talking about?”
    “She wouldn’t say,” Gray answered honestly. A part of him was very intrigued that she was vague on her answers. “But I get the feeling it has to do with her books. The way she spoke—I don’t know, there’s just something about her. She sounds intelligent and charming. I want to get to know her better.”
    Gray and Ian had shared women since