The Runaway Sub [Libertine Island 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF

her. Turning quickly, she saw that it was Caleb. Squinting in the semidarkness, she could see that he carried something with him. It looked like a bottle and some glasses.
    “Hey, there.”
    “Hey, yourself. Whatcha got here?”
    He held up a small bottle of vodka not much bigger than what you got on an airplane and a couple of glasses, which he set down on the bench. Then he reached into a pocket of his cargo shorts and pulled out a couple of small breakfast-sized bottles of grapefruit juice, which he set beside the others.
    “I think I love you, Caleb.”
     
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    Caleb felt his stomach do a flip-flop at Jen’s words. He knew she was talking about the bottles, but it still felt nice. Maybe he would pretend to himself that she meant it, that they were a couple enjoying the night on a tropical island without any baggage. There was something about her that touched something inside him. She wasn’t his usual type. Hell, she wasn’t his usual gender, but sometimes feelings went beyond genitalia. Mentally he rolled his eyes. Damn, he was getting mushy. He barely knew her, and she barely knew him. He was just going to enjoy a beautiful night with a beautiful woman by his side. Nothing else.
    Waiting for Jen to take a seat, he handed her two glasses before pouring in a small measure of vodka and topping each one up with grapefruit juice before placing the bottles down carefully beside the bench where they wouldn’t accidentally get knocked over.
    “Your Greyhound, m’lady!”
    “Thank you, kind Sir!”
    His stomach flip-flopped again as he sat down beside her. He knew she didn’t mean Sir in the BDSM sense, but he suddenly, desperately wanted her to mean it that way. He could imagine her kneeling at his feet, looking up at him, her pale features flushed with desire.
    He leaned back, sighed and without thinking, stretched his left arm out along the back of the bench. Damn. It would be too awkward to pull it right back. It would call attention to a gesture that she didn’t seem to be aware of, so, instead, he just moved his arm to the very back of the rest, careful not to touch her. She wasn’t his, and he would have to keep reminding his body of that, but it seemed to have a mind of its own.
    Jen must have noticed after all. She turned a quick grin in his direction before tugging his left hand down to her shoulder and snuggling against him. He tensed at first, but then he gradually relaxed. He wasn’t sure if this was the alcohol or Jen’s nearness, which was also pretty potent, but he felt calm. It was good to just sit here and hold another person close, especially when that other person was Jen.
    “How did you know I liked Greyhounds? Hell, how did you even know what they were? Not too many people do.”
    “I could try to impress you with my knowledge, but it is just that I was helping Duncan at the bar earlier and he mentioned it. And he told me that you preferred them to be mostly juice with just a touch of vodka.”
    “That’s my drink. Duncan, he’s the guy who runs this place?”
    “Yeah. He used to bartend back in the original Club Libertine back in Seattle. He’s one of the original set of six owners. That’s also where he met Andie. She was an accountant brought in to oversee that part of operations. They’ve been together ever since. The island resort is the first of what you might call a branch of Club Libertine. They are looking to add a few more in select cities. I know they’ve talked about Dallas, San Diego, Miami or maybe Tampa, and Chicago are high on the list of possible locations.”
    After that, they just sat in a companionable silence, looking at the stars and sipping their drinks. Caleb replenished their drinks once, which took care of the small bottle of vodka, but still they stayed on their bench. He felt the wind pick up a little and a small shiver go through Jen. She snuggled closer, and he pulled her tight to him, but it wasn’t enough. Turning, he took her glass and laid