Three Hearts Beat as One (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page A

permanent squint of someone who worked outdoors, and his thick brunet hair was carelessly cut into a spiky pattern that gave him a dangerous, bad boy look. This one was arguably even more gorgeous than Chase Moran. He was about ten years older than Chase—more Lacey’s speed.
    Maybe this being-a-beard business wouldn’t be so easy after all. Not if it meant being hopelessly attracted to men she could never have. Swallowing hard, Lacey ventured, “Let’s go into Positive Vibrations tomorrow and make his acquaintance.”
    “Don’t forget the merchant’s auction,” Katrina said dully. “That’s tomorrow at seven.”
    If Lacey’s mood had been tenuous, it was all but ruined now.
     
    * * * *
     
    “It’s your Kate Winslet girl!” Chase told his partner breathlessly as he scooted his ass back into his chair. “A Budweiser,” he told the waiter irritably. He didn’t even like Bud, but he wanted the waiter to go away. “I tell you, she’s divorced from that idiotic party boy Ben Pearson. She works at Delight Hardware, and the reason you’ve never seen her with Ben is that they’re divorced now. Well? You yourself said you pictured her on horseback. We can make your Lady Godiva dreams come true. I like that she seems relatively innocent and sort of unsullied, in a way. We can train her, mold her to our particular brand of passion. There, she just sat back down at her table with Katrina Abramson.”
    “Who’s Katrina Abramson?” muttered Devin, but Chase could tell he’d hooked the horny bastard. Devin spent many long moments examining his Kate Winslet look-alike. His pupils dilated with pleasure as he all but drank her in—her “well-rounded” and “feminine” form. She had the long, curly, highlighted strawberry-blonde hair of one of Kate Winslet’s phases, and Chase couldn’t agree more. The hardware woman, Lacey Dvorak, was a sheer feminine delight, with long lashes that had batted flirtatiously at him—though she, like most townsfolk, probably assumed he was gay.
    It was an understandable assumption. Chase ran a sex-themed store, an automatic red flag for most conventionally-minded people. Naturally, anyone interested in cock rings, harnesses, and butt plugs had to be gay. Cowboys had also grown to have a gay connotation after that film several years ago. Finally, lifting weights and wearing skin-tight jeans probably didn’t dissuade anyone from assuming the two men were gay. Oh, and the fact that they lived together out at Devin’s Hardscrabble Ranch. And they often slid their tongues down each other’s throats.
    But aside from those items, there was no reason for anyone to assume they were gay. “I invited her into my store, Devin. At first she resisted, said she didn’t have any reason to come to a store like mine. But once I reminded her that single women can enjoy a good vibrator just as much as—”
    At last Devin whipped his torso back to confront his lover. “You fucking didn’t ,” he said, his eyes flashing with warning.
    Chase grinned. “Why not? You don’t meet anyone by waiting for them to come to you. You and I never would’ve hooked up if you hadn’t asked me to dance after one of your Pit shows.”
    Devin jutted out his lower jaw. He was simply beautiful at the worst of times, but when he pretended to be angry he was absolutely mouth-watering. Chase had no idea why Devin was so insecure. The eyes of men and women alike followed him wherever he went. It was probably for the best that Devin seemed to be unaware of his own beauty. Vanity was not an attractive trait. Chase wasn’t vain. He was secure in his looks, that was all. But why was Devin so insecure? One or some of those women who had come before Chase must’ve done a number on Devin’s ego.
    “I asked you to dance because I had no choice! I had to get to you before that line of twenty other guys did!” Devin looked around self-consciously then lowered his voice. “Even the straight guys were drooling over