Woman on Top [McQueen Was My Valley 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page A

mortification. Gabriel had to admit defeat then, and he rocked back on his heels to grab the guy’s hands in his. He yanked him to his feet then found his handcuff key on his key ring. “I’m Gabriel Verona. You?”
    “Kinsey,” the guy panted, avidly watching him click the key into the cuff. He still trembled, probably freezing cold, the flesh of his pectorals shivering in the shade of the cave.
    “Let’s get you warmed up,” Gabriel said cheerfully. “You didn’t take me serious about arresting you, did you? There is a law against nudity and masturbation, but I’m not about to waste time arresting anyone over it. I’m on horseback, too, and the nearest police station is in Monticello. I’ve got bigger fish to fry.”
    Kinsey forced a laugh as Gabriel returned the cuffs to their holster at his hip. Rubbing his wrists, Kinsey said timidly, “Of course I knew you were playing around. Say, is that a forty magnum Glock?”
    “Yeah, it’s a—”
    In the flash of an eye, Gabriel was seeing stars. He spun on his ass, sliding even farther than normal because he’d hit some ice. That bastard just sucker punched me! Gabriel was probably more shocked that Kinsey had had the nerve to slug him than at the bruise he already felt forming on his jaw.
    The nude Kinsey loomed over him, fists balled at his sides, ready to wallop him again if he dared try to get up. Gabriel had underestimated Kinsey’s ire because of his seemingly gentle nature. That was a stupid mistake. He should really know better by now, having been a conservation officer for eight years.
    “Keep your goddamned hands on your own fucking dick,” Kinsey snarled.
    Gabriel laughed. He even closed his eyes and threw his head back to laugh. That showed that he wasn’t afraid, that he knew Kinsey was done punching him. “Good one, buddy,” he wheezed, genuinely amused. He draped his hand across his abdomen as it shook with mirth.
    When he opened his eyes, he was glad to see Kinsey laughing, too. Kinsey even reached a hand out to help him up, patting him on the back chummily when he got to his feet.
    “I mean it,” Kinsey told him through clenched teeth. But he was smiling when he let Gabriel go and meandered back to the shoreline to get back into his clothes.
    Gabriel followed to wash off his baton in the creek that descended from the Inkwells proper. “You in the military?”
    “Yes. No. I was. In the Marines before switching to…the private sector,” Kinsey said vaguely. He had to wiggle his hips to get into his snug 501s, and Gabriel had a new appreciation for him all over again. Kinsey was absolutely stunning, his milky skin shimmering over the finely molded abdomen, stiffening Gabriel’s prick again.
    “You here to ski?”
    Kinsey didn’t even dignify that with an answer. “So you just ride around these mountains, hoping to catch someone auditioning their hand puppet?”
    Gabriel laughed at the slang he’d never heard. “Actually, about twenty yards over that ravine is a poached doe deer. Had to do a necropsy to determine cause of death and found she was pregnant with two little fawns.” It riled Gabriel all over again, remembering the gut-shot doe. A concerned citizen who had surprised the poacher had called Gabriel’s hotline to report it. The poacher must’ve bailed at the sign of the citizen, because other than the buckshot, the deer was untouched, preserved in the snow with her tongue coyly sticking out. “There’s been an epidemic of deer poaching since I came to McQueen Valley, usually taking the antlers and leaving the carcass. Black market antler trade. My predecessor, Julian Longtree, told me some guy’s been running amok, taking trophies. It’s not just female does he’s whacking—he’s killing the herds for years to come.”
    Gabriel was surprised that this seemed to soften Adrian. He didn’t expect a tough and courageous marine to care about any dead does, but Adrian frowned and said, “Those are God’s creatures.