Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Billings

was right to trust him.
    He could see she was wavering—his eyes lit with satisfaction, with hope. He kissed her forehead, bringing her against his chest. “Just try it, baby. Please?”
    Annabelle thought about what she’d seen in Ro’s eyes. That hope. “You want me to help you fix him, don’t you? He was, what, wounded , when his brother died, lost ? You believe that he never recovered, and you think I can help him. Or all of us together can.”
    Rowen brought her up to him, his hands cupping her face. Slowly he nodded once, moved, she could tell, by her perception. He kissed her, incredibly softly, incredibly sweetly. “I love you, you know.”
    She didn’t quite find it in her to answer.
    Yes, he loved her. And he was asking her this one, serious thing. This wasn’t a mind-if-I-fuck-your-ass? or suck-my-dick-please kind of request. This was meaningful, something important to him.
    And to Kev, she knew, even if he hadn’t caught on to Rowen’s master plan about it.
    Rowen loved her. Rowen and Kevin loved her.
    And she loved them. She’d do almost anything for them.
    She went along willingly when Kev and Braeden came back and Ro pulled her into the kitchen.
    He left her leaning against the counter while he poured her a glass of Merlot and opened cold beers for each of the men. She took the wine, comforted when he tucked in close to her and Kev took her other side. Braeden leaned against the stove, across from them.
    Immediately, Kevin started nuzzling her neck. He ran his beer bottle along her breast, circling her nipple. He used the bottle to catch the edge of her sweater, pulling it to the side so her full breast was exposed. He rubbed the lip of the bottle over her nipple, stirring it back to a hard nub. She felt his hand start massaging her ass.
    Annabelle looked across at Braeden, the fallen angel. He took a good look at her tit then met her gaze as he drew on his beer. His eyes sparked with interest—and crude amusement. She sighed a little. He wouldn’t be easy.
    She turned her face up to Rowen, her breath catching as Kev stimulated her nipple. It felt so good, and she had to admit there was a wicked little thrill in knowing that Braden watched.
    She looked at Rowen, her first true lover, and let him see.
    Let him see how Kevin, the other lover he’d chosen for her, turned her on with just his touch.
    Let him see how she loved him, trusted him, would do what he asked.
    Rowen blessed her with a serious, gentle smile. He put his forehead against hers, staring deeply into her eyes, her soul.
    “Thank you.” Then he kissed her, way, entirely French, and finished the job on her sweater, tugging it aside to bare her other tit. He tore his mouth away to watch her, utter male satisfaction gleaming in his eyes, and slid his hand under her skirt, slipping it up to expose her bare pussy.
    He was showing her off. He watched her while he did it.
    Seeing the encouragement, the blatant urging in his eyes, Annabelle turned her head to look across at Braeden again. He looked back, enjoying the show. A world-class cock stirred in his slacks. He watched his friends play with her—Rowen was rubbing her clit now—for a while before he smiled and put his beer down.
    “Nice job, guys. You got a high-class hooker for a three-way. I’m in.”
    “She’s not a hooker, Brae,” Kevin said.
    Braeden merely shrugged. “Whatever, I’ll fuck her. It’s obvious there’s gonna be a party.”
    Annabelle whimpered a little. If there was an angel in there, it was a dark one. At her side, Kevin reassured her. “It’s okay, puss. You’re gonna love it.”
    Still not sure, she looked up at Rowen again, questioning.
    “It’s up to you, Annie.” He didn’t stop rubbing her clit. He so knew what to do to get her hot. “Just say yes.”
    Turning her head, she saw Braeden taking it all in, a bit of smug amusement on his face. He unfastened his belt and took out his cock, which entirely lived up to its promise. And then