Imprisoned Match [Ménage.com 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Peyton Elizabeth Page B

shook his head. He’d heard her shed her coat a little bit ago, but she hadn’t taken a seat. “No. As you can guess, the town of Triple was named appropriately due to the founders of the town. Sure, with society the way it is, a lot of standard relationships have been established, but for the most part, you’ll find that ménage affairs are still the norm around here.”
    “What made you sign up with the dating website? If everyone around here is accepting of ménages, then why look online? I mean, it’s not like you’d have trouble finding a woman. You’re downright s—well, you’re a handsome man.”
    It was a good thing Elliott was facing away from her, or else she’d have seen his smile. It was one thing to think a woman thought of you as attractive, but when she spoke the words aloud, it gave a whole new meaning. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had ever told her how beautiful he thought she was. Elliott wondered if he would ever get the chance. He heard Mitch’s truck pull up outside.
    “Men outnumber the women here,” Elliott explained, standing up. Turning around to face her, he saw that she was standing behind the couch with her arms folded underneath her breasts. Her position pushed them upward, making him want to be the one holding them up. She was a very responsive woman, and he found he liked to hear her whimper, as she had in the shower when he’d discovered certain erogenous zones. “When Cyn and her friends created the website, it seemed like the natural thing to do to find someone who would be interested in our lifestyle.”
    “But Mitch isn’t,” Anna said, tilting her head to the side. “At least, he says that he’s not.”
    “Mitch seems to have changed his mind, though, hasn’t he?”
    Anna shook her head, her blue eyes clouding over. It was rare that she seemed unsure of herself, but Elliott picked up on her insecurity right away. His first instinct was to tell her that everything would work out and she would get this justice served that she seemed so intent on dishing out. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that.
    Before either one of them could continue the conversation, not that Anna probably would’ve wanted to, Mitch walked in the door. Seeing them in the living room, Mitch made his way into the area and immediately confronted Anna. Elliott hadn’t seen Mitch so alive since before his incarceration. It just really sucked that it took such an extreme situation to do it.
    “From the beginning,” Mitch demanded, positioning himself in front of Anna. He crossed his arms, causing his chest to expand. Elliott was impressed to see that his brother’s size didn’t phase Anna one bit.
    “You got the gist of it, Mitch,” Anna said defensively, crossing her own arms. The black turtleneck enhanced her breasts, causing Elliott’s concentration to break. “Sam Fowler murdered my family. I’m here to set things right.”
    “By what? Returning the favor? You don’t strike me as the type of person with the ability to kill someone and have no remorse.”
    “You should know above everyone else that sometimes we do things we didn’t think we were capable of,” Anna snapped.
    “There is a big difference between voluntarily committing yourself and involuntarily being forced into something. Weren’t you the one who explained the distinction to me last night? Or were those just irrelevant words in order for you to get a quick fuck?”
    “Mitch,” Elliott said in warning, knowing that if they pushed Anna too hard, she was likely to put up those barriers she seemed so fond of. “Anna, when and how did your parents die?”
    Anna’s chest rose as she took in a deep breath. One would think she was about to face the death chamber. She took a step back and then walked around Mitch, not meeting their gazes. They watched as she went to the bay window overlooking their front yard. Dusk had fallen, making the shadows seem darker and the night more solemn. From the way her