Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF

deep down she was more than a little interested in the two of them. “Oh, Marley Kay, what have you gotten yourself into?”

Chapter Three
     
    Grayson watched the cherry-red SUV disappear down the road to pick up the first paved street into Silver. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he thought about Miss Marley Jacobson. She might have said no, but there was more than a little interest in those lovely blue-green eyes of hers. And he didn’t think her interest had much to do with the house.
    “Well, you weren’t much help,” Roarke complained petulantly.
    “Are you pouting?” Grayson asked, looking down at his lover. Yes, the beautiful man was pouting. Bending his head, he kissed the delicious mouth. “Stop. I didn’t say anything much because I’m not rushing anything. Colt told us she’s got some issues she has to work through. We’ll let her get to know us. When she’s comfortable enough with us, then maybe she’ll share what’s going on in her life.”
    Roarke nodded, frowning. “She did look sad. And not just about the house. Though her disappointment almost makes me feel guilty for living here.”
    Pulling the man close, Grayson dipped his head and kissed him long and hard, their tongues dueling as their bodies heated up. They’d had an energetic, playful night and it wasn’t any hardship on either of them to want to go another round. Except that they both had to go work.
    “Don’t worry, babe. I believe Marley will be living here before too much time has passed. We just have to go easy. We don’t want to scare her off.”
    Getting Roarke, with his natural exuberance, to go slow wasn’t going to be easy. But after a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. “Okay. I wouldn’t want to rush her into anything she didn’t really want. But once she realizes what a great catch we are, she’s not going to be able to resist.”
    Okay, so his lover had a great positive attitude, too. It helped in balancing their relationship out, since he tended to be a “stick in the mud” according to Roarke. It’s what made them such a great match.
    “I’ve got to get going.” He kissed him again. “I’ll meet you for lunch, if I’m in town.” He winked. “Try to stay out of trouble.”
    “I haven’t gotten in trouble in weeks.”
    “That’s what has me worried. You’re about due.”
    He watched as Roarke walked back into the house. The man had a fantastic ass, which he had shown off to perfection in a pair of black leather chaps the night before, when they had played “Ride the Cowboy.”
    Taking off his hat, Grayson got in his truck and backed out of the driveway. As he drove to the sheriff’s office he thought about Marley. She wasn’t only pretty, with her large eyes, high cheekbones, and smooth oval face. He felt there was a depth of character there they had yet to discover. They would once they got to know her. He hadn’t let on, but he was as anxious as Roarke was to get Miss Jacobson to eventually agree to go out with them. Of course, she would have to get over the first hurdle as far as they were concerned. She would have to accept the fact that there were two of them, two men who were attracted to her. Since she was new to town, new to seeing the varied relationships, it would take time for her to understand that such relationships really did work.
    Parking the truck behind the sheriff’s office, Grayson hurried inside, knowing his secretary was probably on the verge of calling and scolding him for being late. Somehow she always managed to forget who was boss. Or he did. He wasn’t really sure anymore. Marge was more suited to be one of his deputies and track down criminals than she was to push around papers and answer the phone. And she scared him at times. He often wondered if she was stable.
    “It’s about time you got your sorry ass here,” Marge growled, pushing her owl-eyed glasses back up into place on the bridge of her nose so she could stare at him in that way of hers