Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF

blamed this man Kane for sending her thoughts on a sensual detour. He was a hunk of the first order and he damned well knew it. Well, she wasn’t about to be intimidated. He’d given her the once-over, so she brazenly returned the favor.
    Kane was a good six foot, with smoky-gray hair and opaque green eyes that held a hint of amusement as he appraised her, clearly waiting for her to stop gawping like a love-struck teenager and find her voice. Easier said than done. It was crazy, but she felt an instant connection to these two guys, like she’d known them all her life. She told herself severely not to be so damned fanciful and concentrate on her objective, which was to obtain unfettered access to all of Impulse.
    She kept her concentration on Kane, since dealing with the pair of them simultaneously was beyond her limited capabilities right now. They made her feel out of control, and, since the debacle with Rick, hadn’t she vowed never to cede control to another person ever again? She dropped her eyes from Kane’s amused gaze, looking for a distraction. Her eyes alighted on the denim of his worn jeans. It looked soft and faded around the impressive bulge in the area of his crotch, catching Aisha’s attention in spite of herself and making it hard for her to look away. She dragged her gaze higher, which didn’t help much. His tank top displayed a lean, hard chest with a dusting of the same smoky-gray hair that cried out to have a woman’s fingers running through it.
    Her fingers.
    The man himself moved with a lithe elegance and graceful coordination that she found compelling. But that was nothing to the reaction she felt all the way to her pussy when she took his outstretched hand and his long fingers closed around her palm.
    “I’m Aisha Carlton,” she said, her voice sounding gravelly and most unlike her own. “Thanks for seeing me.”
    “Our pleasure,” said the other man, extending his own hand. “We’ve waited a long time to meet you.”
    “I beg your pardon?”
    “Oh, ignore me. It’s been a long day. Tyrone Darwin,” he said, offering her a sexy smile that inflicted further damage on her already-moist pussy. “Delighted to meet you.”
    “Likewise.”
    Tyrone was the same height and muscular build as Kane. His long, thick hair was all black and he had the most amazing yellow-gold eyes that reflected intelligence and frank interest in her as they shook hands.
    “To what do we owe the pleasure, Aisha?” he asked.
    “Well, I’ve come down from New York. I work for Cordite News and Weather.”
    “Ah, you’re another meteorologist,” Kane said.
    “Yes, I suppose you get a lot of those down here.”
    “A fair few.”
    “I was told this information center was the best place to come for permission if I want to do some research of my own into your rather unique weather patterns.”
    Tyrone shrugged broad shoulders. “You don’t need a license or anything like that from the city. Feel free to delve wherever you like. Perhaps you’ll succeed where hundreds of others have failed.”
    Aisha bridled, furious that he wasn’t taking her seriously. “Don’t patronize me.”
    “Hey, I wasn’t. We’d like to know what’s going on here just as much as you would.”
    “Sorry.” She spread her hands in a placating gesture. “My temper often gets the better of me. I blame that on being a redhead. It’s a genetic fault, but I’m working on controlling it.”
    “Just so long as you don’t color your hair,” Tyrone said, chuckling. “We like it just the way it is.”
    “You what?”
    “When did you arrive?” Kane asked.
    “Ten minutes ago,” Aisha replied, ignoring the odd comment about her hair. “I flew down from New York and hired a car at the airport.”
    “Where are you staying?”
    “I haven’t found anywhere yet. I thought I should come here first in case you close early, just to find out what permissions I need.”
    “Do you have a crew here with you?” Kane asked. “You said