Sidney’s Triple Shot [Apache Crossing] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Lori King Page B

she had enjoyed every touch and taste, because her orgasm had left naked emotion in her eyes. Even she couldn’t have denied that she had enjoyed herself, but then she ran. She got spooked by something, and she took off.
    The two men had stayed in the office for a little while talking through what had happened. She seemed open to a ménage, or at least not repulsed by the idea, and she was definitely hot for both of them, so why not? Now they just needed to convince her that she could let it happen.
    Xavier hadn’t filled him in yet on what he found in her background search, but they would probably have a chance to talk tonight after work. Noah had been tied up most of the day processing shipments into inventory and dealing with other backroom duties, so they hadn’t spoken at all. He smiled internally, wondering what Noah would say when he found out that his brothers actually wanted to share Sidney between them.
    His eyes followed her curvy ass as she walked back to the bar, and his cock hardened.
    “Mmm. I sure would like a bite of that ass!” he heard Lane saying next to him.
    “Shut the fuck up,” Xavier said, growling low in his throat threateningly.
    “Whoa, man! Sorry, didn’t know you had staked a claim. That’s a damn shame, because I would have liked to take that one for a ride. She seems to have some fire in her.” Lane was laughing with their other friends, who all now watched Sidney as she worked the bar and spoke with other customers.
    “She’s off-limits,” Tyce said quietly, and everyone grew quiet and stared at the brothers in stunned silence.
    “Holy shit! You’re both doing her?” Gage Laramie’s voice was incredulous, and the look on his face was of pure admiration.
    “Nobody is doing her. She is our employee, and as such is our responsibility, so back off,” Xavier snapped.
    “He means that she is off-limits to you man whores.” Tyce’s words were playful, but with a hint of irritation.
    “Oh, so now we are the man whores? Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black, Dawson?” Lane laughed. “No worries, there are plenty of other kitties around that want to be stroked. She is all yours.”
    The men went back to talking and laughing amongst themselves, but Xavier remained quiet. Tyce watched his brother fighting his emotions. This was a long way from over, and they were going to have to figure something out.
    Suddenly there was a large crash and the boom of something heavy hitting the floor. Loud enough and strong enough to make the glasses on the table in front of them rattle, it was followed by the sound of breaking glass and a feminine scream.
    At the first loud crash, Tyce jumped to his feet to race across the bar toward the back room, but that terrified scream stopped him in his tracks. Sidney was crouched on the floor in a tight ball with broken glass surrounding her, and he could see her whole body trembling. He looked around him as people moved toward the back of the bar, trying to find out what had happened, and finally made eye contact with Xavier. He gestured toward Sidney, silently communicating his intentions, and Xavier gave a quick nod before heading into the back room to investigate. Tyce pushed through the crowd to reach Sidney, and he ran his hands over her.
    “Sidney? Are you okay? What’s wrong, love? Did you get hurt? Are you cut?” His heart was thundering in his chest as he searched her for injuries. She shook her head but continued to cry, and the protective instinct that took hold of him was completely foreign to him. Closing his mind off to the odd feelings, he went on instinct, and he scooped Sidney into his arms.
    He made a beeline for the back office with his precious bundle and settled onto the couch with her in his lap. Her arms were around his neck, and her face was buried into his neck as she tried to bring her fear under control. Her whole body shook violently, and he could hear her gasping breaths. Gently he stroked one hand over her hair and