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

“Okay.” He lifted three bags on to the island she’d vacated. “I’ll go get the rest of the groceries, and then you can tell me your story.”
    “I think you already know far more about me than I want you to.” She closed her eyes and felt heat creep up her cheeks. “Do you need any help?”
    “No. I can manage. You can start putting stuff away if you want.”
    She nodded, but didn’t move to touch the bags he’d put on the counter.
    He took a step back, but then smiled again. “I don’t bite, unless a formal request is made, okay?”
    She nodded and smiled at him, but still didn’t move a muscle closer. “So our truce is now in effect then?”
    “Yes.” He exited the kitchen and Stella let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
    The first grocery bag was filled with various packages including beef steaks, a pork loin, two slabs of bacon, and a large package of chicken breasts. The second bag had various fresh vegetables and a large bag of apples inside. The third sack contained more staples for the refrigerator. There was butter, sour cream, dressing, cans of biscuits, two rolls of sausage and resting on top of everything was a large container of eggs. Recipes swirled in her head as she took inventory in her mind of all the new food available.
    Clay returned with five more plastic bags of groceries threaded on his large forearms and hands.
    “If I’d known the boys had a guest, I would have brought more.”
    “That’s okay. I won’t be here much longer.”
    “I assume the car in the ditch by the gate belongs to you, then?”
    “Yep. Want to buy a slightly dented POS for a significantly reduced price?”
    He cracked a smile. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass. Besides, it might not be totaled. Dominick knows a guy that will tell you the truth, and either way give you the absolute best price for repair or salvage.”
    Stella opened the refrigerator and started loading all the perishables inside. “That’s what he told me, but I’m not confident. I’ll likely have to sell my soul to fix it.”
    “Dominick could probably help you out with that, too.”
    She shot him a glare. “I’m not here to extract money.”
    He shrugged. “Given the pose you were in when I arrived, I’m assuming you and my two roommates are intimately acquainted.”
    “Thanks for not calling me a whore.”
    He shot her a frown. “You look like you’re old enough to do what you want with your life. I promise I’m not making any judgments. I’ll admit I was more surprised than I initially thought.”
    “Maybe it’s what I think of myself right now.” She pushed out a long sigh, realizing she already missed Dominick and Tyler, and hadn’t even left the property yet. But if Clay could come in, then she could go out, and her fantasy sex life was about to come to an end.
    “You shouldn’t.”
    “Why not?”
    “Unusual circumstances. You were trapped with two good men in a fantasy lodge for over twenty-four hours. I’m sure Tyler talked you into letting go. He’s good at that. And if you have any inkling of what the DRMC is about, it can be intriguing. Did they explain it?”
    “Yes. They explained what the DRMC is early on. I was very intrigued. And I was the one who instigated that first time. Truth be told, I probably I instigated what happened the second and third times, too.”
    “Even better.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I know Dominick, and even Tyler wouldn’t have started anything with you if you weren’t completely willing. I’m sure he was ready to outline the details of the club all the way down to our bylaws within the first hour.”
    She smiled. “Dominick held out for twelve hours. Until I made breakfast in a shirt much like the one I’m wearing now.”
    “It looks better on you than it ever did on me.”
    “Thanks.” Stella felt the heat rising in her cheeks again. He stared at her good and hard for several seconds. Stella thought he was very attractive, but adding a