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BOOK: Three Shifters for Sarah (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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“So Ryan, you’re in the ranching business, are you?” her father asked Ryan conversationally.

Ryan and her father were getting along famously. It had been the right decision to bring him to dinner. In both men she recognized the same character, the same strength and dedication to purpose. Both were hard-working men who, once they set their minds to a task, pursued it with unflinching resolve. Now during dinner they found a lot of shared interests, and the exchange emanated freely.

The three of them were seated at the dining room table, a flowing white tablecloth thrown over the center, Sarah and Ryan on one side and her father on the other. The table was small, but so was the room and Sarah was scrunched next to Ryan up against the room’s single window, their knees touching in the narrow space.

Never before did she remember this room being so small. Of course never before had there been a bigger-than-life Alpha shifter seated at her side, and practically forced to sit on his lap through dinner she was feeling hot and uncomfortable once again. That naughty feeling Ryan conjured in her loins was back, and she was content to sit silently and let her father quiz Ryan.

“I own the Circle T ranch along with a couple other cowboys,” Ryan informed him. “I’m also the leader of a community out there. My position is sort of like the mayor and the sheriff all rolled into one.”

“Sounds like you keep busy.”

“I do, but my real passion is horses.” Ryan reached under the concealment of the tablecloth and placed a hand on her bare knee.

Sarah knew this is all she didn’t need with her father sitting right across from her not five feet away. At this one modest touch her heart started to pump in her chest and blood raced through her veins. She only hoped her father didn’t see her face start to redden and question her because she would have been unable to respond.

As if to silently ask him what he was doing Sarah gave Ryan a look. But pretending he hadn’t noticed her, he went right on with his conversation.

“I consider myself a cowboy before all else,” Ryan told her father.

“When I was younger I used to live out west. My mother’s family comes from a long line out there,” her father confided. “And I always did love horses.”

“It takes a lot of patience and skill to tame a bronco,” Ryan explained.

Now his fingers began a slow tantalizing massage of her knee. Sarah squirmed in her chair under his touch but felt irritated that he had not acknowledged her silent query and chose to keep talking with her father instead. Wanting to carry on as if nothing was happening she readjusted her position in the chair, picked up her fork, and tried to continue with her meal and maintain a neutral face.

“A man has to know how to work with a bronco.” Ryan was becoming passionate as he explained his work to her dad. “It takes a lot of skill and practice to work with wild horses. But it all comes down to the way you handle them. Sometimes I’ll see a beautiful animal come through that only needs a light touch.”

His wicked fingers became as light as a feather as they advanced up her leg to rest at the cuff of her shorts. This was the house she had grown up in, and her father was across the table from them. A more compromising position could not have been imagined in her most erotic of dreams. Yet as his devilish fingers caressed up the inside of her leg, a shiver ran through her, and she knew she would never summon the strength to make him stop.

“Then again.” Ryan continued his conversation with her dad. “Some situations in the corral call for a firm hand.”

The leg of her shorts was bunched on her thigh and his hand ran across the outside of the fabric. That material felt all too thin as he parted her legs and traced the line of her pussy with a finger.

Sarah bit down on her lips to stifle a moan, and in her panic reached for the glass of water set before her plate. The cool liquid going down her throat did nothing to quench the fire Ryan had lit inside her. As his fingers started a slow caress of her pussy from the outside of her pants, she thought she was going to come unglued. The hinges of her mind were coming unlatched. She wanted to scream.

“You see, Bill.” Ryan went on with his talk. “It’s all in knowing how to play it to make that horse yield to you, to break down their resistance to you, until they finally belong to you.”

Sarah had set aside her fork. Her breathing came heavy. She stared down at the white linen tablecloth that hid the naughty happening beneath and tried to focus and wait out what was about to overcome her for the second time that day.

Just in time she reached under the table, using the adjustment of her napkin as a pretense. She gripped Ryan’s thigh as tight as her fingers could clamp down and tensed from the bottom of her feet to the straining muscles in her shoulders as a powerful orgasm blew her away, made the little dining room spin and stars shoot before her eyes.

Her dad and Ryan were still talking, their voices now reduced to unintelligible murmurs that sounded a hundred miles away. Their words had no meaning and might as well have been in a foreign language.

Proper and correctly, as if everything was just as it should be for a Sunday evening dinner, Sarah brought her napkin to her mouth and coughed a couple times to clear her throat. Then she reached for the glass of ice water again and the soothing coolness it offered.

“Is everything all right, honey?” her dad asked her with concern in his voice.

Sarah looked up to Ryan, and he just gave her a smile as if nothing had happened. Later she would deal with him for this naughty misbehavior, but now a super peaceful afterglow had started to settle in and she didn’t want to spoil it with any worries.

“May I be excused, please?” She gave her dad a reassuring nod and quickly got up from the table, quick to shove down the ravaged leg of her shorts to its rightful position. Walking across the floor, her legs barely had the strength to carry her.

When she got to her father’s bathroom she closed the door and fell back against it wondering what she was going to do with Ryan. She thought she loved him. She thought she loved all three of them.

 

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Ryan didn’t know what had happened. They were lying above the covers in Sarah’s old room at her father’s house. They were naked. He had just taken her harder than he ever had before. Now he adored her body with kisses and caresses as he cradled her in his arms.

As soon as dinner was over Bill Winter had gotten a call from the local fire department. He was a retired firefighter with twenty-five years of experience and still a member of the volunteer unit. There was a pop drill at the station, and they requested him to come down. It would be no more than an hour, and he asked them to stay and wait for him. Sarah wanted to leave, but Ryan couldn’t let this opportunity pass them by and told him they would stay and wait.

As soon as he was gone Ryan had taken her into her old bedroom upstairs and shut the door. Now his head was spinning as he realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life exploring every crevice of this beautiful woman’s body. Sarah had been the goal he had been working to attain and now he held her in his arms and refused to let go.

“You’ve really got me convinced you are a very bad man.” Sarah moaned as he kissed his way down her neck while at the same time his hand fondled one of her breasts with loving and playful strokes.

“No, I’m not,” he assured her.

She pulled his head away just as he was about to devour one of her breasts. “What you did at the table,” she reminded him in a scolding tone. “And with my father sitting right across from us.”

“You bring out a beast in me that’s never been unleashed before.” He pulled her back to his side and kissed her lips softly. “But I’ve never been in love before either.”

“It was still very bad,” she chided him.

“Your father never suspected a thing. Anyway I think all he wants is for you to be happy, and I’m pretty sure what I did under the table made you happy.”

“I thought I was going to die when you started touching me down there.” Her voice was husky from the hard, rough ride he had just given her, but Ryan didn’t think she was really angry at him anymore.

“I didn’t want you to die. I just wanted you to climax for me.”

“At the dinner table?” she asked him incredulously.

“Why not?” He teased her and played with her as he worked his hands down the length of her body once more. It delighted him to feel her shiver under his touch, and he knew he would never get tired of bringing this woman pleasure.

“I think you’re the devil,” she told him facetiously.

“I’m not the devil,” he cooed in her ear and let his fingers wonder between her slightly spread thighs.

Sarah sighed into his touch and held him tight. “The way you make me feel, Ryan,” she called out between clenched teeth. “I think you just might be.”

“If I was the devil you wouldn’t love me.” He looked in her eyes and realized he was asking her a question.

“Do I love you?” she voiced it for him.

He tensed and waited for her reply. Then she rewarded him with the loveliest smile he had ever seen and wrapped both her arms and legs around him.

“How can I help but loving you? You’re everything I ever wanted in a man, and I love you so much sometimes I can’t believe you’re real.”

He kissed her long and deep, her words giving succor to his heart and strengthening him for whatever the future might hold. This woman was destined to love him, and he needed her love more than the air he breathed.

Pulling away from him she wiped some tears off her cheeks that had formed during her admission of love. She gave him a last kiss and sat up on the bed.

“We’ve got to get dressed,” she reminded him. “Dad will be home any minute now.”

Ryan swiped his watch off the nightstand next to the bed and checked the time. “We still have ten minutes,” he told her, his voice sounding sluggish from the satisfying sex.

“Get up!” she coaxed him.

He lounged on the bed and watched her impressive naked backside as she went to hunt for the clothes he had so very recently torn from her body.

“Put your clothes on.” She threw his shirt across the room to him. “My dad’s never caught me fooling around with a guy before, and he’s not going to start tonight.”

Ryan sat up in bed. It had been a fantastic day spent with his new mate, but reality was about to creep back into their lives. For a final lingering moment, he took joy in watching her dress. Her body was svelte, her round breasts and ass just right for his hands to touch. Just watching the dainty hike of her legs as she stepped into her underwear had his cock on fire again and swelling against his belly.

With an effort that took tremendous willpower he shrugged off his passion and concentrated until the erection subsided. Then he was out of bed and took her fully clothed body back into his arms.

“I like your dad, Sarah,” he told her seriously.

“He likes you, too,” she assured him.

“And I’m in love with you.”

She reached up and kissed his naked chest. “I love you, too.”

 

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It was late by the time they got back to Sarah’s apartment, only a few minutes before midnight. The weekend was at an end, but it had been without a question the most wonderful and magical of her life.

Ryan pulled up in front of her building and double-parked. For a moment they were silent, and Sarah just stared up at the tall brick structure of her apartment, not really feeling like taking the elevator up to her room. But tomorrow was a work day, and she was dead tired and in need of a few hours’ sleep.

“Thank you for coming to New York to see me,” she told Ryan, suddenly unsure what to say now that their time was at an end.

Ryan laughed. “I’ll catch hell from the elders of the pack for leaving without notice like this.” He gave her a tender look. “But it was worth it to have this day with you.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t see TJ and Lance one more time before they leave the city.”

“They’re going to ask when they can see you next.” Ryan gave her a hard look full of questions.

She could only shake her head because she had no answers. The hard part was here, the part she’d been avoiding all weekend ever since TJ picked her up at her work Friday night.

“Lance said a couple of you could come out every month or two and visit.” Sarah felt lame saying this. It wasn’t a solution and provided no answers to their problems.

“When are you going to come back to the Circle T?”

“I want to as soon as I can,” she told him truthfully. “But I only have so many vacation days I can take at work and the trip out there is a little expensive.”

A flash of anger ran through him. He struck the steering wheel with his fist and turned a fierce look at her. “This isn’t going to work.”

“I know it won’t.”

She wanted him to tell her some comforting words and that everything was going to be all right, but he was silent and stared straight ahead at the streetlight in front of their car. Finally he turned to her, and the desperate look on his face was one she had never seen cover his handsome brow before.

“I don’t have to be the Alpha, Sarah,” he offered her.

BOOK: Three Shifters for Sarah (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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