Hunt, Sofia - Riding the Circuit [Rodeo Riders 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Sofia Hunt

took the skin on her shoulder between his teeth and nipped, certainly leaving a mark.
    “Oh, fuck.” He stiffened and drew back, a troubled frown on his face.
    “Don’t stop now, cowboy.”
    “What about Riley?” Jonah’s chest heaved, concern etched on his ruggedly handsome face. So the man had scruples.
    “Let’s not talk about him right now.” She didn’t know how she felt about Riley. Her emotions were mixed where he was concerned. Yet her attraction to both of them couldn’t be denied.
    “He’s not going to be happy about this.”
    “Put your conscience away for now. Riley doesn’t have a claim on me. We aren’t a couple or anything. We’ve just hooked up once and that was a year ago.” One year and seven days to be exact, not that she’d been counting.
    She used to hook up with a lot of men for one night of pleasure, not that she was proud of it. The guys she dated pulled out every trick in the book to get in her pants. It was a downside of her looks. Men considered her a trophy to be won rather than a living, breathing person. In her naive younger days, she’d succumbed to countless handsome men’s persuasive sweet-talking, truly believing each one loved her. In her wild and rebellious college days, pure lust ruled her choices in the men she bedded. She’d been a sucker for good-looking, fast-talking cowboys and gained quite a reputation on the college rodeo circuit.
    Her current role as Miss Rodeo NARA required her to behave, and that night with Riley had made it easy for that to happen. She took the honor seriously, more seriously than she did the man looking down at her with desire smoldering in his eyes. Or so she thought.
    “Yeah, but—” He hesitated. She saw the conflict reflected in his eyes.
    “Why would Riley care?” His concern for Riley touched her, made him all the more desirable. She liked a man with scruples, a man who considered his friend’s feelings.
    “I guess he wouldn’t, or so he says.” He shrugged and looked away for a moment as he chewed on his lower lip.
    A sharp, bone-deep pain sliced through her. Riley didn’t care if she slept with other men? Of course he didn’t. That one night hadn’t meant anything to him. He’d proven that by walking out on her. Just because she’d pined for him all year didn’t mean he felt the same.
    “Jonah, Riley isn’t a part of this.”
    “You’re right.” Jonah nodded and redirected his gaze on hers. His eyes burned with intensity so strong she felt pulled into their swirling depths.
    She pushed on his chest, but the man was as moveable as a boulder. “I like sex. I don’t like ties. Got it?”
    He seemed to make his decision. “I love sex, and I don’t like ties either.” One corner of his sexy mouth turned up in a grin.
    “Then we don’t have a problem.”
    “No, we don’t.”
    Jonah’s hands crept under her tight little top. She sucked in a breath and held it. Her nipples hardened and ached for the feel of his calloused fingers on her breasts. He pushed her top past her bra. She lifted her arms to make it easier for him as he pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. She shivered in the cool night air, even though her skin burned with desire.
    “You are so fucking hot.” Jonah unhooked her bra with minimal effort. She discarded it for him. It joined her top on the grass.
    Naked from the waist up, she let Jonah have his fill as he stared at her. Anticipation thrummed through her veins and need pooled between her legs.

    * * * *

    Jonah gazed at heaven. Mitzi’s tits were large and perky with erect nipples.
    “Hot damn, if you don’t have the prettiest tits west of the Mississippi.” With his free hand, Jonah fingered the small gold bar piercing each nipple. He squeezed her breasts, surprised to find they were real after all, not silicon.
    He pushed away the guilt. Riley had told him it was okay even though Jonah didn’t believe it for a second. But still, his buddy had said the words. And maybe, just