Raines, Elizabeth - Wanted [Wicked Missions 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF

meant they could be saved from the plague. Shit, she’d already tried robbery, although she’d justified that action by telling herself she was technically robbing criminals. Two negatives made a positive in the end. Right?
    Hammond strode to stand in front of her and grabbed her hands, holding them firm when she tried to pull them out of his grasp. Towering over her, he stared down into her eyes. All the thoughts she’d held in her mind scattered like pieces of litter in a gusty wind.
    Hammond wanted her.
    What was even worse…she wanted him every bit as badly.
    Needing to know if this was a trap set for two or three, she dragged her gaze away to find Spencer’s eyes. The lust she found there washed over her like a tsunami. Already blinded with the desire she felt from Hammond and her own sexual need, Callie knew she was powerless to fight this kind of attraction.
    The number would be three.
    “Are you two lovers?” she blurted out, trying to keep grasp of at least some logical thought.
    Hammond tugged her hard, forcing her to press against him as he back stepped to the middle of the room. Wrapping his arms around her, he flattened her breasts against his chest. Her nipples hardened through her thin tank top, and she whimpered, wishing she had more self-control. If only she could act aloof or uninterested. If only she could pretend that these men didn’t make her blood run hot. If only she could make them believe she was cold to them.
    Spencer was suddenly behind her, his warm—and now bare—chest rubbing against her back as his big hands settled on her shoulders. His palms stroked her skin, sending shivers racing down her spine and heat pooling between her thighs. “Would it matter to you if we were?” he whispered. His tongue traced the lines of her ear, and she began to tremble.
    Quite a question—did it matter?
    Callie tried to think, searching her mind for a reason not to fall into bed with these men. Knowing they might be lovers should have cooled her ardor. Shouldn’t it? She’d known of couples who became trios and were deliriously happy. Her sister’s best friend was married to two men who’d been a couple years before they met her. And they were living a perfect life together.
    An image flashed through Callie’s hormone-addled mind. Spencer and Hammond in an embrace, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, tongues mating as hands caressed hard, muscular bodies. She closed her eyes and whimpered again, squirming her hips first forward against Hammond’s cock, then back against the hard length of Spencer’s erection. “No,” she finally admitted when she was able to banish the image and open her eyes.
    “No what?” Hammond asked before he kissed her forehead, her nose, and each cheek.
    She could barely form a coherent thought. “No, it doesn’t matter if you’re lovers.”
    “Does that no also mean yes?” Spencer asked as he lifted her hair, draped it across her shoulder, and then nibbled a sensitive spot on her neck.
    Her pussy clenched before fluid rushed out. Tilting her head to give him a better angle, she hummed her approval, ready to abandon the last of her sanity.
    How far she’d fallen from what she’d always been! A talented nurse who’d devoted her life to helping others. Someone people seemed to respect. A law-abiding citizen.
    Now, she was someone who’d tried to hijack stolen drugs, albeit for a good reason. She was someone who was in the company of drug smugglers. And worse, she was about to take those two criminals as lovers.
    Tears spilled over her lashes when Callie finally admitted to herself what bothered her the most. The men had to assume that she was receptive to their sexual advances because of the Ampirica, that she was trading herself for the medicine. “You think I’m a whore,” she whispered.
    Hammond’s spine straightened so fast, she was amazed she didn’t hear it snap. “What did you say?”
    She sniffled and shook her head as more tears streamed