Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Unbound [The Double Rider Men's Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elle Saint James Page A

be a challenge, but she was empowered by testing herself for a change.
    With the snow still falling gently, the skies were gray and made time assessment difficult. She glanced at the clock, noting it was still early afternoon and several hours until dark.
    The sound of a motor approached the house from the direction of the garage. She heard what sounded like the garage door opening and smiled. Once they parked the snowmobiles, they would come through the kitchen. She decided to try to lure them into decadent sexual acts once more.
    This would be so fun. She balanced her butt on a tall barstool and arched her back over the island, resting like she was ready to be fucked. She arranged her shirt so that one breast was uncovered, and bent one leg, putting her heel next to her ass on the seat. She rested her other foot on a barstool rung. They couldn’t miss her pussy on display now.
    Wouldn’t they be surprised that she was ready for more double penetration and sexual delights?
    She heard noises near the garage door and allowed her eyes to drift shut.
    The door opened. She heard what sounded like a boot step enter the area.
    “I have a surprise for you,” she called out.
    Another step and then something fell to the floor. Stella’s eyes popped open in surprise. And then she promptly got another one. A strange man stood in the doorway to the kitchen.
    Well over six and a half feet of muscle encased in black leather, he was a sight to behold. He also had his mouth partly open. At his booted feet was the plastic bag of groceries he’d dropped upon entering. “I’m surprised all right. Especially since you’re almost wearing one of my old shirts.”
    Stella screeched and rolled off the stool, grabbing at the borrowed shirt to hold the front closed. “Who are you?” She backed up and grabbed a knife from the kitchen block, wielding it in front of her.
    “Who the hell are you ?” He parroted her question as his hands raised to the level of his waist. She brandished the knife and waved it back forth again. He didn’t have to know she wouldn’t be able to use it.
    A long sigh escaped his lips “My name is Clay. I live here with two other guys. Where are they? What have you done with them?”
    “I didn’t do anything with them!” Well, that wasn’t completely true. She’d done quite a number of “things” with them.
    “I see.” He looked down, bent over, and picked up the bag he’d dropped when he’d come in to see her baring absolutely all.
    “Don’t come any closer.”
    “What’s your name, sweetheart? How on earth did you get out here in all this deplorable weather?” He didn’t move, but she was still intimidated. Even with the butcher knife in one hand, in a hand-to-hand test of skills between them, she’d lose. And she knew it. The serious look on his face said he knew it, too.
    “Can we form some sort of truce? I have more groceries to bring in from my truck.”
    “Truce?”
    “Yeah. You put the knife down, and I don’t call the cops for home invasion.”
    Stella pushed out a long, slow breath and gained a few wits about her. She lowered the knife and said, “You can’t call the cops. There’s no signal. And besides I was invited to be here.”
    “Okay, Goldilocks, but I forgot the part of the story where you display yourself in a pornographic way in the kitchen. Perhaps I read the wrong version of that fairy tale.” He grinned so she knew he was joking.
    “Very funny.” Stella sent a rueful gaze to his amused expression. “I don’t suppose I could get you to forget what you saw when you first came in here.”
    He grinned even wider. “Not likely. A man doesn’t forget that sort of overt vision. Ever.”
    “I thought you were Dominick and Tyler coming back.”
    “Right.” His eyebrows rose. “Where are they again?”
    She shrugged. “I was actually asleep when they left. The note they left on the nightstand said they went to check on a building on the property.”
    Clay nodded.