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

back bad memories. Not only of the recent time he’d been held prisoner in Damascus, but other similar experiences. Tel Aviv, Khartoum, Cyprus. For some reason, people seemed to like to take him captive. “Well,” Adrian stuttered. “I’d like to think I would hear someone coming, and—”
    “You didn’t hear me .” Verona stood so close to him, practically breathing down on Adrian’s forehead, he was beginning to think Verona was the lewd one. Indeed, it may have been Adrian’s imagination, but it seemed as though he could feel the heat emanating from the crotch of Verona’s tightly packed pants.
    Was it titillating Verona to handcuff a naked man then back him up against a wall? Verona had chosen a cliff face that was under an extreme overhang, away from most potential prying eyes. He could’ve ticketed him or even forced him to mount his horse to go to whatever station was in this godforsaken wilderness, but no, Verona had chosen to press his body against a nude, defenseless man. Adrian could use this to his advantage. Spreading his feet in the icy sand, Adrian brought his cuffed hands under his protruding cock, displaying it even more prominently. It fairly pulsated as it hung above his cuffed wrists. Verona’s eyelids flickered as he ran his eyes up and down Adrian’s torso.
    And it definitely wasn’t Adrian’s imagination that, even stuck in this predicament, his cock had failed to go flaccid. Was it possible the run-in with the twisted authority figure was turning him on as well?
    “You must be awful quiet,” Adrian agreed. “You must be awful good at doing things without anyone noticing.” He might let me go if I comply with his wishes. No one’s out here. Who’ll ever know?
    Verona chuckled. “I’m an expert at espionage.” He raised the back of his hand to Adrian’s bare chest, running the knuckles ever so lightly over his nipple, making his cock jump. “What’re you doing out here in January, anyway? Staying at the lodge?” Verona asked in a low, sultry tone.
    Adrian could have mentioned that he was good friends with the new lodge owner’s husband, potentially getting himself out of any ticket at all, but he wanted to see where this was going. He’d never engaged in any sort of gay antics before, but suddenly his curiosity—and more—was piqued. It was sort of a unique situation to be in. He was handcuffed, so he had plausible deniability. “I swear,” he could already envision telling future girlfriends, if he ever had one again, “I had no choice. My hands were literally tied.”
    And besides, he’d been raring to come for over twenty-four hours now.
    He returned Verona’s sultry look. This muscular buck with his sun-browned skin was probably a wild animal between the sheets. “On vacation from DC. Don’t know anyone in the entire state, so no one told me the laws.”
    When Verona pinched a nipple, sending arrows of lust shooting into Adrian’s groin, Adrian was convinced. The utterly scandalous situation was turning Adrian on . His penis leaped every time Verona tweaked his nipple, and both men panted so heavily a layer of steam misted Adrian’s face. “You’re a real hot number,” Verona breathed.
    All at once he grabbed Adrian. One hand gripped the cuffs, the other his shoulder. Verona twirled him around to face the wall, and he let go of the handcuffs to fumble with his own clothing. Adrian saw the official brown jacket with the official patches and badge tossed to the sand, and heard a radio crackle as Verona fiddled furiously with his belt.
    Oh, fuck. He’s going to do me up the ass. This scared Adrian. Lots of men at his company engaged in homosexual play. Commandos were often stuck in the field for weeks at a time, bored, doing surveillance on targets that sometimes barely moved, or even turned out to be dead. Having been stuck once in Equatoria State in the Sudan with Nathan Horowitz and his partner Rory, Adrian could attest to that. While they waited in the