Original Match [Ménage.com 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Peyton Elizabeth Page A

something to do. Why was she really standing here, in their condo? She’d asked herself that question numerous times throughout the evening, but found herself reluctant to face the reason. And now, Gray was standing next to her, wanting her to admit to this magnetism between the three of them.
    “And you think we are?” Gray asked, taking the back of his hand and using his fingers to stroke the skin of her arm. Goose bumps immediately appeared, and Shea wasn’t sure it had been a good idea to take off her jacket. She wished she had kept it on. “I won’t deny that in our youth we were quite active, but in recent years, we decided that meaningless affairs were just that—meaningless. We’re looking for more, and with a woman who understands why our private life would need to remain private.”
    “What do you mean, private?” Shea was trying to come to terms with the fact that she was attracted to them, but now he was throwing something else in the mix. Did he mean that anyone who got involved with them would have to keep their arrangement a secret? Was he ashamed of having a ménage? Was he embarrassed by how he and Ian preferred their women?
    “Even though society has come a long way in accepting certain lifestyles, our business would suffer if it ever got out that we liked to share our women. We have been looking for someone who would understand that.”
    “Why would you think that would be me? Because I write about ménage relationships?” Shea wasn’t ready to deal with these newfound feelings he was bringing out in her, so she grabbed onto the anger that she knew was misplaced. She shouldn’t judge him without really knowing all the reasons, but it was an excuse to give her more time to think. She took the wineglass and shoved it against his chest, making him reach for it before the wine spilled over the rim. “I’m not in the market for a relationship, let alone one with two men. And if I was, I certainly wouldn’t go around hiding it for the sake of business.”
    Shea turned and made it halfway through the living area, which she had to admit was impressive with all the cream-colored furniture with splashes of browns and greens thrown in for good measure, before almost running into Ian. His arms came up to catch her, but she was able to bring herself to a halt before that happened. Her arousal, even in anger, was at an all-time high. She knew that if he touched her, it would cause her to change her mind and she would throw herself into his arms.
    “Thank you for letting me stay here this evening,” Shea said, trying to sound like she wasn’t upset. It wouldn’t do anyone any good to wrap Ian up in her and Gray’s conversation. It would most likely be two against one. “I’d like to get an early start home in the morning, so if you’ll just tell me where the guest bedroom is, I think I’ll call it a night.”
    Ian stood in front of her, the five-o’clock shadow making him seem more sensual than she could handle. A part of her wanted nothing more than to lean against his body, have him wrap his arms around her, and make the world go away—or better yet, have wild, passionate sex with her until she forgot all her problems. But she knew they came in a package, and if what Gray said was true, he would want to keep any personal relationship a secret. And that was something she couldn’t do. And did it really matter how they wanted to be involved with a woman? She wasn’t in the market, for one thing. And she had other things to worry about, like being targeted by some crazed stalker.
    “First door on your right.” Ian was quiet in his answer, his voice deep like his brother’s. His gaze flickered over to where she was sure Gray was watching them, but quickly came back to her. “If you need anything, just knock on one of our doors.”
    “Thank you.”
    Shea stepped around Ian, making sure they didn’t touch, and quickly made her way down the hallway. Following his directions, she found