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

it by his own to one side. Then he tugged her up onto his lap and pulled her head down as he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders. Her legs lay over his, and he wrapped his right arm around her waist.
    They sat there without talking. Caleb shifted Jen slightly in his lap so he could hold her tightly with his left arm while he glided his right hand softly down her body, almost petting her. He felt her breathing become slow and regular until he realized that she was sleeping.
    He wished they were sitting somewhere more comfortable, but he would manage. He’d suffered much more uncomfortable surfaces, and if it meant he could keep Jen in his arms, he could stay that way all night.
     
    * * * *
     
    Slowly Jen shifted, thinking the bed was damned hard. Or had she fallen asleep sitting up on the couch? And there was something hard poking into her right side. She shifted and awoke properly with a start as a pair of hard male arms tightened around her, holding her still.
    “Careful. I’d rather you didn’t break a very precious part of my anatomy.”
    It was Caleb, and he sounded half-amused and half-wary.
    “Oh. Oohhh.” She suddenly realized what that hard thing poking her in the side was. “I thought you didn’t like girls?”
    “Apparently I do when they are wriggling around on my lap in the moonlight.”
    “Oh.”
    She went quiet for a moment, thinking.
    “You said you’ve been with women before.”
    “More girls than women. It was first year of university that I finally came to terms with my preference for men. It was easier to pretend to be like everyone else, but by the end of freshman year, I was out. My parents were shocked but eventually came around. They really liked Rey. And his folks were thrilled that he landed a doctor, whatever gender.”
    “You do know I’m a woman, right?”
    “Oh, yes.” He moved one big hand over a breast and squeezed lightly. “This type of equipment is only available on the female model, so I don’t have much recent experience with it, but I do know what it is and what to do with it.”
    Half holding her breath, Jen found herself blurting out the words she’d been thinking since they met. She wished she could blame it on the alcohol, but their drinks were mostly grapefruit juice with a touch of vodka.
    “Can you kiss me? I mean, it’s dark and if you ignore the breasts, can’t you, maybe, pretend I’m a guy?”
    “You could never be mistaken for a guy. You are too soft and curvy, although you could add a few pounds. And I would never ignore your breasts.” She felt a big hand slip under her top. “It’s been a while, but it comes back to me now, how much fun they are to play with. As for kissing you…” His words trailed off as he lowered his mouth to hers.
    It started tentatively, as if he was using a rusty skill, but he soon gained confidence as he moved his mouth on hers. It felt good. It had been such a long time since she’d just enjoyed making out with a man. She opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue as it pushed inside and dueled with hers. She wasn’t sure how long they sat like that before she realized that his hand was still up inside her top. She’d almost forgotten about it until it started moving. She felt him push down her bra, freeing her breasts to his touch. His hand was light at first, skimming over her nipples which immediately pebbled. He seemed to like the feeling as he gripped one, tugging lightly before giving it a light pinch and a tug.
    She moaned, and he pulled his mouth away from hers.
    “Do you like that?” He tugged again.
    “Yeesssss.”
    He tilted her body slightly and began kissing his way across her cheek, down her jaw, and then down her neck. Pausing, he pushed her tank up over her breasts, exposing them to his gaze. She knew she wasn’t large, not like Aly or Maggie, but she was a large B, which wasn’t bad. Caleb seemed to approve as he dipped his head and his mouth closed on one of her nipples. Wrapping his hand