Woman on Top [McQueen Was My Valley 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury Page A

didn’t know that. He was shot at daybreak when a duck hunter came along.”
    “Wow,” Brooke agreed, and she scooted closer to Adrian as well. Since he had nothing better to do with his hands, she took them in hers. “I believe you. I’ve seen stuff like that happen before. There’s just no explanation other than a psychic one.” She seemed to frown a little as she looked over Adrian’s shoulder. “It must be a drag being such a cynic all the time.”
    Apparently tiring of the paranormal conversation, Gabriel cupped the nape of Adrian’s neck in his palm and pressed him forward. “Kiss her, you fucking marine.” He swept his other hand across Adrian’s chest to pinch his other nipple, and a rush of lust stiffened Adrian’s prick.
    Looking back on it later, he didn’t think he made any move toward Brooke. It must’ve been Brooke who lunged forward practically into his lap and planted her parted lips on his. But once the initial move had been made, it didn’t seem that large of an emotional jump to capture her jaw in his palms and deepen the kiss. Their tongues slid past each other, tickling, tantalizing, exploring. Adrian was drenched in her snowy vanilla scent.
    As much as he’d dreaded the moment of first contact—or because of his dread—he now kissed Brooke voraciously, as though he’d never have another kiss in his life. They slurped and nibbled at each other’s mouths, Brooke sighing adorably into his mouth. Now Gabriel had moved around to kneel on the rug. It felt as though he was undressing Brooke, and she assisted him eagerly. The pink jacket was flung to the rug, followed by her furry boots, and now her alpine sweater. She hopped into Adrian’s lap, straddling him, pressing her nearly naked breasts to his chest. The breasts that millions of men had jacked off over for the three years she’d been appearing in that company’s catalog.
    Adrian nearly came off just having this angelic vision in his arms. Her skin was so much softer than Gabriel’s. It was as though his hands drifted over clouds, she was that soft. It both pained and excited him at the same time to be wrapping his hand over a woman’s bare waist again. She is not Lyla. Brooke is her own woman. Now Brooke panted against his mouth as she squirmed to rid herself of the bra, and she held Adrian’s face in her hands while loudly kissing his chin, throat, the tip of his nose.
    “Adrian,” she gasped between kisses to his face, “I’ve wanted you from the first second I saw you in the spa. I know you don’t want me. Don’t be afraid. I love you. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
    There. She’d said it. It wasn’t just Gabriel’s wild imagination. She loves me . Not knowing how to respond, Adrian lifted her by sliding his hands under her ass and tossed her back onto the cushioned couch arm. She bounced saucily, her pleasing, well-rounded breasts bouncing, too. Hoping to take her mind off the fact he hadn’t said “I love you” back, Adrian fumbled with her skirt zipper. He was determined to give better head than Gabriel, to blow her mind with his talents. Lyla had always told him that he was the best—
    She’s not Lyla. Brooke is her own woman.
    From where he kneeled on the floor, Gabriel assisted Adrian. He hooked a thumb in the waistband of Brooke’s flippy skirt and slid it off. “Go ahead, Adrian. Nibble at these beautiful titties. You know you want to.” Gabriel demonstrated by slurping one of Brooke’s nipples between his teeth. She hissed and gasped like a teakettle, holding Gabriel’s head to her.
    Gabriel had probably bet that jealousy would overcome Adrian, watching him suckle Brooke’s famous breast like that. Well, Gabriel got what he wanted, because Adrian grabbed ahold of his shoulder and yanked him off the woman, snarling, “Keep your hands to yourself, Verona.” He dipped his head to take the nipple into his mouth, lapping away at it while cupping the other neglected one in his palm. Brooke