Maia's Magickal Mates [The Double R 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Gigi Moore Page A

least not with Cade.
    “I wouldn’t do that. You’d have to be completely unsuitable for me in other ways.”
    Cade grinned, feeling her warming up to the chase. “Such as?”
    “Well, arrogance for one. It’s a totally unattractive trait.”
    “You think so?”
    “I know so.”
    “Hmm, we’re going to have to see about changing your mind on that.”
    “You can tr—”
    Cade had bent his head and buried her retort beneath his hungry mouth. It surprised him when she breathlessly parted her lips and let in his tongue to stroke hers, but then either reaction—acquiescence or resistance—only confirmed what he knew to be her contrary nature.
    She let him go a little deeper, groaning low in her throat before suddenly pulling away. She stared at him, espresso eyes opened wide as she panted. “What was that for?”
    “Don’t you know, Little Maia?”
    “I’m not little.”
    “Yeah you are, but you’re just right for me and…” He almost slipped and said Thayne but stopped just in time. He didn’t want to scare the woman away, but from the expression on her face, he might already have. Damn.
    Maia used the lull to stand. “We’ll have to finish this another time. I’ve got things to do.”
    “Places to go, people to see…a date to get ready for?”
    “That’s right.”
    “Make no mistake about it, Little Maia. We are in no way finished.”
    “I…I have to go.” She squeezed by him to exit the bleachers, excusing and pardoning her way by the rest of the spectators in their row until she was clear of all the obstructive knees and toes and could trudge down the stairs.
    Cade watched her retreat, appreciating the smooth sway of her generous hips.
    Yeah, she was little, a shorty as the homeboys would call her, but stacked in all the right places and just right for him, as he’d told her.
    Jesse made it back from getting snacks just in time to catch the tail-end of Maia’s great escape. “Where’s she off to?”
    “Getting ready for her date.” Cade smiled, already planning his next move to get Little Maia right where she belonged—with him and Thayne.

Chapter 5
     
    The Lively Horse Ranch
    Atoka County, Oklahoma
     
    The news wasn’t as promising as Prentice had hoped for, not at all, especially for what he paid the private investigator.
    The man was supposed to be one of the best, according to the glowing recommendations that Prentice had received. So far, Prentice found that the PI worked fast and discreetly. These two facets alone almost made up for the dearth of intel.
    Prentice wondered if maybe he wouldn’t have been better off gathering the information himself. He certainly had the means—if not necessarily the time—with miracles like the Internet and his gifts. However, his burgeoning gifts remained one of the main reasons he didn’t go out on his own, half-cocked.
    Where his gifts were concerned, or at least as far as their new dimension, he felt like a fledgling, untried and inexperienced. He wanted to try and take things a little slow and see how best to utilize what he had acquired. Of course, practice would probably suit him a lot better than just sitting around contemplating. He hit a wall, however, when it came to figuring out on whom he could safely practice without fear of reprisal, since the end result wouldn’t be very pleasant for the one on whom he practiced.
    The homeless came to mind, of course, but it wasn’t every day that one came across a gifted homeless person.
    Prentice tended to believe that someone with gifts similar to his should never be homeless or downtrodden in any way, but then weaklings abounded in the world in every class—gifted and ungifted alike—those whiners who couldn’t handle the gifts with which they’d been blessed. Instead of trying to control their talents, manipulate them to suit their goals and needs, these pathetic creatures inevitably gave into their gifts. They surrendered their purpose and self-control to the Fates or buried