Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Untangled [The Double Rider Men's Club 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page A

attractive. Her pussy gushed. No man had ever impacted her like this. Not since Wade had a few minutes ago. Wade. Where had he gone?
    His chest pushed hard into her arm. “What did you mean then?”
    She sipped her champagne and tried not to choke on it. “I meant were you getting loosened up by slamming back double tequilas to watch the coming sex show?”
    One corner of his full, beautiful mouth quirked up. “Why would I need to do that?”
    Olivia shrugged. “Because I do. I guess I hoped I wasn’t the only one.”
    She held her breath as he leaned closer and asked, “Have you ever been to a show like this before?”
    “No. It would be safe to say it’s my very first time at this particular rodeo.”
    “I see.” His expression shifted from interested to lust filled in a millisecond. Olivia fairly vibrated from the waves of sexual tension rolling off of him. He leaned closer still. The scent of his cologne made her light-headed with desire. His gaze captivated her complete attention. Is he about to kiss me ? Please. Yes.
    He moved closer and whispered, “Most of us don’t bite. Unless a specific request is made.”
    “Most of you?” she squeaked.
    His teeth came together and clicked ever so lightly. If he moved forward an inch, her lips might be in danger of getting bitten. The mere sound of his mock bite sent a wave of lust down her body. The tingling went straight to her toes.
    The tequila-scented breath from his lips caressed her senses. They each moved even closer. They were about to kiss.
    “Are you stealing my date?” Wade’s voice came from over her shoulder.
    The dark-haired man with the piercing blue eyes didn’t once shift his gaze for even a moment. He did, however, move back a few inches. “If she’s really your date, you shouldn’t have left her here all alone. Any man or beast passing by could take a bite of such a delectable morsel.” He clicked his teeth together again very near her face and a sardonic smirk slid into place. The moment his jaws snapped shut another jolt of lust, in the form of more pussy juice, shot into her panties. She pushed out a quick, short breath to gain some control. It didn’t work.
    Olivia wasn’t sure what to do. Wade was beautiful, and he smelled so amazing that she creamed herself with each breath. And the man on her other side was sin personified. He was the epitome of a bad boy with aggressive traits and a scandalous ability to saturate her panties with only a single look and the snap of his teeth.
    “Nature called. She promised to wait here.” Wade slid next to her but didn’t sit in his chair.
    “She did wait. But now she’s looking at me.”
    Olivia dropped her gaze to the surface of the bar. She couldn’t ditch Wade. She forced herself to spin away from the powerful, engaging man, turning her back to him. Wade stood by her chair but quickly moved between her opened legs the second she spun toward him, as if he were reestablishing his territory. The warmth of his closeness seeped between her legs. The fluttering in her belly started all over again.
    He grabbed his beer, took a sip, and said, “Would you rather spend time with Mr. Double Tequila Shot over there, or me? You can be honest.”
    Olivia wanted them both. Couldn’t she have them both? Fuck . She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t get her into trouble. The men here were already in pairs. She certainly couldn’t select them a la carte.
    “Hey, Dalton, it’s about time you got here,” a passing fellow cowboy said. He punched the man behind her in the shoulder on the way by.
    Dalton . Wasn’t that the name of Wade’s partner? And also, how did Wade know he’d had a double shot of tequila?
    She shifted her gaze to Wade’s suddenly smiling blue eyes. He took another sip of beer as if trying to hide his grin, but she saw it anyway. They were teasing her. She’d just found the two most perfect men in this club, and her night was suddenly looking