Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Unbound [The Double Rider Men's Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF

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    The wood-planked floors and paneling of the hallway led to the largest room in the house. She entered the space and a surprised sound came from her lips the moment she stepped inside. The majority of the A-frame part of the house was used to create an amazing two-and-a-half-story room. The narrow windows on either side of the floor-to-ceiling stone-faced fireplace were uncovered to take in the view of the property and a glimpse of the Rockies. Day or night, snow or shine, the view was absolutely stunning, in his opinion.
    Stella paused to take it in before zeroing in on the roaring fire. She walked across the expanse of the room past one arrangement of furniture to the small, intimate setting in front of the fireplace.
    “This is lovely.” Two steps from the fireplace, Stella put her hands up and stretched her arms out in front of her, as if to feel the heat. “I’ll bet it’s hard to decide whether to look out the windows at the view, or cozy up to the fire.”
    The view of the fireplace, which now included a beautiful woman, wasn’t a difficult choice, in Dominick’s opinion. He’d choose her every day, and twice on Sunday.
    “Both are good choices.” He felt so off-balance with her here. He’d been trying to act so nonchalant about her presence, when all he really wanted to do was wrap his arms around her, hug her close, and steal a kiss from her luscious mouth.
    Mentally, he shook his head to quell the ridiculous notion. Stop it .
    Stella suddenly turned her back to the fire and faced him. He stilled. She searched the large room with her gaze. On her right was the big-screen television and the leather sofa he’d been comfortable on before Clay called to send him to the front gate. He made another mental note to thank Clay. Even if they were never intimate, she was certainly easy to look at, and rescuing a beautiful, stranded soul was rarely a bad idea.
    On her left was a wall of a few pictures and plaques, most notable of all was the three-dimensional saddle-shaped leather and wood tablet they’d created when they founded the Double Rider Men’s Club. An intricate design, using the initials of all the founding members, had been carved along the wooden edge of the saddle, and the letters DRMC were burned into the leather strap dangling from the center of the plaque representing the stirrup.
    “That’s an interesting plaque on the wall over there.” She nodded to it. “It almost looks like a half a saddle mounted on the wall. What is it for?”
    “Oh that?” He shrugged and stilled the ready explanation detailing the double penetration sex prevalent in their club’s manifesto, and the public sex shows they put on annually. “It’s just a plaque representing the club we belong to.”
    “Oh?” She grinned with an expression that said she was very interested. God she was so very lovely . “What sort of club is it?”
    Dominick had a sudden urge to explain every intimate detail of the Double Rider Men’s Club to her with the hope that she’d want to participate. Instead he shook his head. “Just a men’s club. You probably wouldn’t be interested.”
    “She might be interested.” Tyler’s voice cut across the room like a dull machete. “Why don’t you tell her about us?” He sauntered into the room headed in a direct path to Stella.
    Dominick sent a quelling stare to Tyler, who just ignored him. He moved closer to the fireplace as if racing Tyler there. “It’s called the DRMC.”
    Her eyes went to Tyler and then shifted to him. “DRMC? What does that stand for?”
    You don’t want to know.
    “It stands for the Double Rider Men’s Club,” Tyler blurted out before Dominick could even open his mouth.
    Her expression brightened. “Really? Do you keep horses here?”
    Dominick reached her first and sent a warning glare to Tyler to back off. “We do keep horses here. There’s a nice-sized barn behind the house. You probably didn’t notice it when we arrived, but it’s back