Raines, Elizabeth - Sold [Wicked Missions 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elizabeth Raines

more here… Something really good.”
    “Fuck, yeah, we’ve got something really good. She’s hot.”
    “Can you stop thinking with your cock for one minute?”
    A slow mental count of ten kept Brandon from punching Carter in the nose. The need to make love to that beautiful creature bathing in their ocean was twisting his gut into furious knots he wasn’t sure would ever be unraveled. “Fine. Explain. Quickly.”
    “I think we’ve been given some kind of gift by the universe, a chance for us to maybe get more than some woman to keep us from going insane for lack of pussy. I think we’ve got a shot at another mate—a wife for both of us. Someone who can love us as much as we love each other. She’s so much more than what I’d ever thought we’d find there.”
    “But she knows why we bought her, doesn’t she?”
    “That’s the problem,” Carter replied. “She feels like a whore. If we don’t win her over, get to know her for who she is instead of just sleeping with her because we bought her, we’ll lose any chance at anything more permanent.”
    That gave Brandon pause. “I suppose that’s kinda what she is, but we won’t treat her like one.”
    Carter pointed at the bed. “And what message do you think king-sized plus there gave her?”
    Brandon held out his palms. “Fine. Fine. I fucked up with that. I was just excited.”
    “Can we try to treat her like a lady for a while? You know, treat her like a woman we want to win over instead of one we purchased? I think she’ll be happy here if we just give her a reason to be. I also think there’s an attraction there already. I don’t think she’ll play hard to get if we let her know we want her for who she is.”
    Rubbing his fingertips against his temples, Brandon tried to stop the dull ache building in his head. He’d figured his cock would be balls deep in pussy by now. Instead, all he had was a new houseguest who would probably drive him stark raving mad since he couldn’t touch her.
    His own fault, he supposed. Carter got to make the trip into the city and had already spent hours and hours with her. He obviously knew her better. He was, after all, the more sensitive of the two. Brandon was no-nonsense and blunt to a fault. He’d just laid eyes on Lyrianna, and her beauty in addition to the hours and hours of fantasies of what he’d do to a woman once he got her here made him too horny to even think straight.
    With a heavy sigh, he finally got a tenuous grip on his libido and started using his brains. “Fine. But we’re finding some alone time tonight or I’ll lose my mind.” Another sigh. “What do you want me to do about her?”
    “For now, follow my lead,” Carter replied as he started walking toward the beach.

    * * * *

    The water felt like heaven. At least it would have if Lyrianna had been brave enough to take off her tank top and leggings.
    Standing waist-deep in the surf, she turned to look back at the house. The men were talking, judging from how closely they stood. Brandon was rubbing his head as if he’d developed a headache. Not surprising. Her sister had always told Lyrianna that she was capable of giving a screaming migraine to almost anyone.
    Was he angry they’d bought her now?
    She’d seemed to create an easy truce with Carter, but she wasn’t at all sure what to think of Brandon. The man certainly spoke his mind freely, and the big bed declared exactly what he expected of her. Sex was, after all, what she’d been purchased for, no matter how she tried to spin it. The men had put a good deal of money on the table to get laid. If they weren’t the kind men they seemed to be, she’d already be flat on her back—whether she wanted to be there or not.
    Carter and Brandon were considering her feelings and not forcing her. She found that endearing and not at all what she’d expected. Having read far too many old Earth books, she’d immediately thought of tales of the Old West, a place where men outnumbered women