Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

“Polly who?”

“Polyandry.” He chuckled. “That’s what it’s called when a woman has more than one male partner.”

“Really? There’s a name for it?” She shook her head. “I must be more naïve than I thought. I wonder how it works. I mean do they take turns in different beds or what? How do they cope with jealousy, children, and all of that?”

“Well, I guess if they know from the start that they’re sharing everything, including kids, then jealousy shouldn’t come into it. I don’t think the guys take individual turns, it would defeat the object wouldn’t it?”

“Eh, what do you mean?” He had her attention. She had started to nibble her bottom lip, looking curious and even a little turned on.

“Well, what’s the point of just doing it like regular couples? I don’t see any real difference or advantages that way, and there must be some good reasons for that sort of relationship or they wouldn’t do it, don’t you think?”

“Keep going, you’re giving me a new fantasy.” She chuckled.

“If they were all together I can imagine that the experience would be something quite different, more intense and erotic for sure. Two mouths, two cocks, and four hands? Nah, can’t see the appeal for a woman there,” he joked, scattering the idea like seed to be germinated later. “If they have serious, committed relationships I should imagine that there’d be a whole lot of love involved, and not just physically either. It must be the ultimate female fantasy. Really, Shannon, wouldn’t you consider sex with two men? Loving and being loved, caring for and being cared for by two men?”

He watched the warring expressions of lust, interest, and caution on her face as he stroked her leg, gliding his hand to the now slick apex of her thighs. She spread her legs wider and he slid a thick finger into her wet channel, slowly stroking the warm, muscular walls. She writhed and groaned. This was better than he had expected; she was hot for it.

“It’s totally kinky and you are a tease. How would you feel about sharing a woman? I mean, you’d have to be pretty up close and personal with the other guy.” She gently fondled his balls.

He gulped and cleared his throat before he could talk. “I think it might be quite erotic to watch as well as participate.” He saw the surprise on her face and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “As for the other guy, well, I’d want to know him very well, but we’d be concentrating on you, not on each other...I guess.”

He watched her skin become flush just above her chest and her pupils were so dilated that her eyes appeared almost black, deep and yet bright like the starry night sky.

“On
me
? So the fantasy is personal now, is it? You want to be part of it?” She sounded a little hesitant.

“Oh, yeah,” he drawled seductively. “Would you take him in your mouth while I fucked your pussy from behind? I might enjoy a spit roast.” He deliberately used the crude term to judge her response. Shannon took a sharp breath but didn’t seem upset, on the contrary. She watched him like a bird mesmerized by a cobra. He removed his finger and licked the evidence of her heightened desire. “I think you make enough of this sweet cream for two.”

His words were outrageously rude, but she clearly wasn’t offended. Instead it appeared to have aroused her further. Shannon moved and stood in front of him and he pushed his chair back to give her more room. Slowly she peeled off the bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. She stood almost naked in only stockings before him. With uninhibited sensuality she caressed her own breasts and pushed two of fingers between her legs. He could hardly believe her feverish, wanton response.

“Perhaps he would be buried to the hilt in your juicy pussy while I fucked your beautiful ass.” As he spoke he pulled her hand away and replaced it with his own, dipping two thick fingers inside, at the same time stroking her anus with his pinkie and her clit with his thumb.

He felt her shudder at his erotic suggestion and intimate touch. He was talking and strumming her to the verge of climax. Saying nothing she leaned over to snag her handbag hanging on the chair and found a condom. Ripping open the foil packet with her teeth she then rolled it over his granite hard cock, pushed his hand out from between her legs and slid slowly down, impaling herself on his length.

“Fantasies aren’t reality, but then again, you’re here with me and we have all night,” she gasped.

Locked together, gripping each other’s forearms, she began to move, clenching her core muscles tight as she dragged her cunt up and down his shaft. Primitive moans and groans filled the air as she rode him with a steady intensity that kept them both near the edge of release but not crashing over. Sweat coated their bodies as Shannon continued to clamp, squeeze, relax, and then push herself around his cock repeatedly. It was exquisite torture and he thrust his hips to meet her.

As he experienced the familiar clawing in his balls demanding that he purge them imminently, he tugged her closer. Moving his grip from her forearms to her back and shoulders, he slammed her down repeatedly. Rampaging toward release, he felt her come first, and her tight muscular spasms catapulted him over the edge. He grunted loudly and shuddered with total sexual satisfaction.

They clung to each other, breathing ragged, slick with sweat and boneless. Slowly Shannon shifted, and he slipped out like an otter sliding from the riverbank.

“That was...interesting. You sure know how to turn a girl on.”

“I think I had some inspiration,” he murmured softly in her ear.

“I’ve never been someone’s sexual muse before.” She chuckled throatily. “I’m not at all sure that I should invite you to Meadow Ridge, you might get corrupted.”

“It might be life-altering for the both of us,” he carefully joked.

“No, not likely, I’m all talk and no trousers.”

“All moans and no trousers,” he corrected, stroking her bare butt.

Luke felt that the he was past the moment of explaining who he was, coming clean and getting off lightly, he just couldn’t take the risk of scaring her off so soon, but perhaps he would tell her later, in the morning. He hoped that he was making the right decision, but the revelation that she was Rachael’s friend had, quite frankly, floored him. He remembered an old saying, “if in doubt say nothing,” and surely it was wiser to wait until he had discussed the matter with James.

He only hoped that at a later date Shannon didn’t hold this slight deception against him. As soon as he could he would call James, and together they would come up with a plan. Deep in his heart he was already considering that he might be prepared to go it alone with Shannon if James wasn’t interested. It was a sobering and unpleasant scenario to consider. Right now he was going to enjoy his time alone with her and would darn well make love to her like she’d never been loved before.

Chapter 7

It was 6:30 a.m. when Shannon’s alarm on her watch beeped quietly but persistently. She felt almost too tired to even raise her hand to cancel the annoying sound and wished she could ignore it. Bleary eyed and uncoordinated, she eventually fumbled with every button until the darn thing stopped. Then for the next ten minutes it went off sporadically until she could stand it no longer. It was worse than Chinese water torture. She sat up and hit the correct button.
Ah, peace at last
.

The sleeping form of the man next to her turned over and threw an arm across her lap but otherwise didn’t wake up. She wasn’t surprised because they had spent most of the night making love one way or another. She would have to expand her definition of “safe sex” to include a padded headboard. Luke, it turned out, had not exaggerated about his sexual ability, he had come four times and she’d lost count of the number of her orgasms.

Not wanting to disturb him, she slipped gently out of the bed and carefully dressed. Her flight to the small local airport of Ridge Water was at 8:00 a.m. and she still had to freshen up, pack the few things that she had in her room and check out. For a minute she watched Luke sleeping, and a warm, tender, fuzzy feeling wrapped around her heart. She didn’t have the time or inclination for a serious relationship, but for once she might have herself a holiday romance. Yes, she wanted to see him again, but tried not to get too hopeful. Taking a piece of hotel stationery she wrote down her cell phone number and a little message, nothing too verbose or simpering, just a few words thanking him for a wonderful night. She put the note on the table next to the bed with two Jelly Babies placed in the missionary position on top. With one last look at the scrumptious man horizontal on the bed, she regretfully left the room.

* * * *

James Ryden sat in the comfortable office chair with a steaming cup of coffee reading his e-mails. Although both he and Joshua had their own private study spaces attached to their rooms in the big ranch house, the main business of the day was conducted here in the beautifully converted old barn, next to the stables. Usually at this time early on a Friday morning, after having already done a round of the yard, he would be sitting down to breakfast with his brother Joshua, discussing the business of the day. Today he was on his own as Joshua had spent the night at Rachael’s cabin. He had decided to catch up with correspondence that had gone unanswered while they had attended the Oil and Gas Conference earlier in the week. His in-box wasn’t too full with Sweet Oil business as their manager ran things smoothly from the Houston office. There were a few Sweet Water Ranch messages but nothing urgent, things were ticking over nicely.

James was just about to grab his cup and go speak to their foreman, George, about fencing in more paddock area, when the phone rang. It was Luke.

“Hi, partner, how’s it going at the conference?”

“Good, better than good, in fact I’d have to say great. Are you sitting down? I have something to tell you.”

James sensed that it was something important, so he sat back and put his feet up, getting settled for whatever Luke had to say. “I’m sitting comfortably, so now you may begin,” he drawled.

He heard Luke take a deep breath. “The most incredible coincidence has happened, it’s like fate or something, but I think I’ve met
the
woman.”

Luke sounded apprehensive and yet excited. James was confused.
“The
woman?” he repeated.

“It’s kinda new territory, partner, but yeah,
the
woman, who, if all goes well, could be
our
woman...maybe even something more.”

“What?” James said sharply, shifting his feet back to the floor. Luke was not normally prone to exaggeration or dramatics; that was usually his department. “Are you fuckin’ with me?”

“Not yet, but I hope so soon. She was the substitute speaker for the environmental seminar. She is amazing, just incredible. She’s smart, funny, sexy, beautiful, and—”

“Have you slept with her?” James interrupted Luke’s enthusiastic praise.

“Jesus, you have a one-track mind. Yes, I have, but there wasn’t much sleep involved. It was all night my friend, all fuckin’ fantastic night.”

James felt his mouth go dry, “You lucky, greedy bastard, when do I get to meet her?”

“Ah, well that’s the most incredible part of it all. I mean, what are the odds of meeting this really great woman and then finding out, quite by chance after the first round of amazing sex, that her best friend, Rachael, is getting married to a cattle rancher on July twenty-sixth, and that she’s going to be the chief bridesmaid?” He paused for breath. “Her name is Shannon O’Reilly, and as we speak she is on her way to Ridge Water.”

James’s mind was doing a mental jigsaw, filling in the pieces as he absorbed the information.

“Hello? You still there?” Luke queried after half a minute of silence had passed.

James let out a breath that he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “But Shannon’s not due to arrive here for a few more days, July thirteenth I think.”

“She was asked to fill in at the conference at the last minute, and I guess she thought she’d surprise Rachael by pitching up earlier.”

James stood up and began to pace the room. “Shit, Luke, this could get complicated. Does she know about our partnership?” He had a sharp mind and was running through all the possibilities.