Page 15 of Fearless as an Eagle

I take a sip of my drink, and my eyes widen in surprise.

“Good?” Riley asks, watching and waiting for my reaction.

“How’d you know I love strawberries? Where’d yougetthem? I know I don’t have any.”

“I always bring a lot of fruits and vegetables when we go camping. They got left in the jeep and froze, so I figured what better use for them than to make you one of my many creations? Plus, all I’ve been able to smell since you landed by our tent is strawberries and cream. The smoothie tastes delectable, but I’m sure you taste even better.”

I sputter around a mouthful of smoothie.Surely I heard him wrong. He couldn’t have possibly just said what I think he did.

Before I can articulate my thoughts, Mason sets a plate in front of me and I forget all about the blatant sexual innuendo in favor of admiring Mason’s handy work. I don’t normally eat this well for lunch. If they keep feeding me like this, I won’t be able to fit into my pants by the time they leave.Though I suppose that’s one way to get me out of my pants… No! No thinking about getting naked with the too-sexy men that want to know everything about meandtake care of me…I’m questioning my resolve for keeping my distance with them.

Mason hovers around me as if waiting for my approval before he leaves. I smile up at him and his shoulders sag in relief when I say, “It looks wonderful. Thank you.”

I’m not just saying that either. I salivate at the sight. There’s a small seared salmon filet on one side of the plate and roasted baby potato halves fill the other side. The salmon is a beautiful golden brown and crispy on top. It flakes off under my fork. I bring the fork to my mouth and moan as the flavor of the lightly salted and peppered salmon hits my tastebuds. It’s perfect. Not too over seasoned, so I can really taste the fish. Next, I spear a potato and eagerly stuff it in my mouth.Mmmm Is there anything better than butter and garlic on a potato? Well, on anything, really. Butter and garlic are like the ultimate duo. Almost anything can be enhanced by adding butter and garlic.

After a few bites of exquisiteness, I look up from my plate, only to find all three men staring at me with varying degrees of hunger. The heat in their eyes has my panties dampening and I discreetly squeeze my legs together.

Bennett’s nostrils flare and he clenches his jaw, reminding me that bears have a crazy good sense of smell. He can smell over twothousandtimes better than me. And I can smell my arousal clear as day. I can only imagine how strong the scent is to him.

For some unholy reason, my brain takes me back to the shower with only a glass door separating our naked bodies. It then helpfully adds Mason and Riley to the mental image and seeing all three of them naked, even if just in my mind, makes me gush. I can’t help it.

The back of the chair snaps off into Bennett’s hands and he tosses it aside, panting.Fuuuck. He looks almost feral and I know the need to mate is riding him hard. I feel like I’m leading them on, but I can’t help my reaction to them any more than they can control their reaction to me.

“I can… ummm… Eat in my bedroom,” I suggest. “I don’t want to keep you from eating. I know I’m being… distracting.”

“Don’t be silly! You can distract me any time, baby girl,” Riley tells me with a wink.

“Still… I think I should go...,” I trail off. Unwilling to say what I’m really thinking.

“What’s the matter, love? Need to change your panties?” Mason teases me.

“N-ooo. Why would I… Why would I need to do that?” I stammer.

“Because you took three bites of Mason’s food and creamed yourself,” Bennett drawls.

“That’s not why! I mean… I didn’tcreammyself,” I huff, rolling my eyes.

“Sure, you didn’t. You wouldn’t mind if I checked for myself then would you?” he challenges.

I don’t know what possesses me, but I accept his challenge. “Not at all.”

Chapter 13

Riley

“Notatall,”Miasays breathlessly.

Fuuuck. He’s going to touch her. That’s not a good idea. Out of the three of us, Bennett will have the hardest time holding back until she’s ready. If he touches her wet pussy now, he’ll be done for.

Bennett’s eyes narrow as he assesses her. “You might want to rethink that answer, sweetheart. I could barely stop myself from going further when we kissed. If I get my hands on your hot pussy, you’re not getting away from me until I’ve had my fill,” he warns her.

She bits her bottom lip and I groan, pressing down on my aching erection with the heel of my hand. Bennett waits for a response, growing more and more tense by the second.

“What if Iwantyou to have your fill?”

My jaw drops in shock. A look to the side shows I’m not alone. Bennett, though, looks at her like he’s planning on eating her alive. He licks his lips before slowly walking around the table. When he gets to her seat, he grabs her by the waist and picks her up, setting her down on the table beside her place. She squeaks at his manhandling, but it quickly turns into a groan as he runs his hands up her thighs and roughly pushes them apart.

His thumbs inch further up the inside of her thighs until one brushes over her center.

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