ROMANCE: Party of Three: A Lustful Collection of Menage Romance (Menage Romance, Bisexual Romance, Stepbrother Romance) (8 page)

I woke up at 10 the next day, well rested and very much in the vacation mood. Part of me wished that I’d dreamt of Sam the night before, but I couldn’t complain about a completely dreamless sleep with no alarms and no concrete plans and things to get done.

My stomach grumbled loudly and realised I did have
one
plan to get to, and that was food. Unfortunately for me the kitchenette didn’t come stocked with food, so a little 20-minute trip to the store was in order. Or it would be if I had a
car
.

I got out of bed with the intention of calling Sam to ask for a lift. He was a nice enough guy, and maybe I could make my fantasies a reality if I tried hard enough. He didn’t look like he’d object too much at least.

I’d left all my stuff in the lounge area of the cottage in my desperation to just lie down and sleep. I walked over there now, scrounging around my handbag until my hand found my phone. I grabbed Sam’s business card as well and began dialling the number whilst I wandered through the cottage.

“Sam’s Auto, how can I help you?”

I let out a little huff of a breath. It figures that his phone voice would be just as sexy as his normal voice. Damn him.

“Yeah, hi Sam. It’s Laura, from yesterday?”

It took him a moment to respond; he seemed to be doing something else on the other side. I heard the sound of a door closing, and when he spoke again his voice seemed even more gravelly than usual.

“Sorry about that – had to get to the office. So, what’s up Laura? You don’t need some more rescuing already do you?”

I could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. He was a cocky country boy, for sure. But still, he was one I wanted to see naked, so I couldn’t really complain, could I?

“Yes and no,” I started, thinking about all the ways he could
rescue
me. “I was actually wondering if you could give a damsel a lift into town? This cottage didn’t come fitted with edible food, and I
know
that that B&B has some stellar breakfasts.”

“Well it does, but it stops serving breakfast after 10, and right now it’s 12,” he was laughing at me now, and when I moved my phone from my ear to look at it I saw that it was, in fact, 12:04 in the afternoon. Oh god. “You’re a pretty heavy sleeper. I brought your car over this morning, but I didn’t want to wake you up. You should really remember to lock your door at night though.”

At least the little hint of concern I heard in his voice eased the humiliation slightly. God, I was so ditzy. Well, I was on vacation; I couldn’t be blamed for moments of idiocy.

“Oh. Well. Okay. Thanks for that, I guess.”

I didn’t know what else to say. That was my whole seduction plan in the bin. He probably thought I was some lazy moron or something.

“I’d like to see you again, Laura,” he continued on, and I felt my whole body perk up in interest, “but I can’t do it today. Gotta pick up that part from yesterday. But now that I have your number, things are easier. You go and get all the stuff you need, and I’ll call you tomorrow. How does that sound?”

I took a deep breath, still grinning. My vacation was looking better and better.

“That sounds perfect. I look forward to hearing from you.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Laura.”

I ended the call quite happily, and I’m woman enough to admit that I squealed just a little bit and did a happy dance. It had been a
long
time since I got laid, and my lady parts were all for climbing Sam like a tree for the rest of my three-week vacation. Imagine that: almost uninterrupted sex with a sexy cowboy for three weeks. It’d be like living my own personal porno for three weeks. My lady parts were very much on board with
that
particular train of thought.

But that was for tomorrow. Today I had to get some food in me before my stomach revolted and started eating me from the inside out.

The shower took about 5 minutes to heat up – for a second I thought
ice
was going to start raining down, it was so cold – and pressure was as dismal as you’d expect a cottage shower to be. But still, I didn’t smell like car and sweat anymore, and I looked fresh and ready for the day, even if it was 1 in the afternoon already.

Today was a day for summer dresses, so I changed into a simple red one with a white floral pattern, and flip-flops because vacation meant comfort. I got into the car, and reminded myself to be extra grateful next time I saw Sam for topping up my tank.

I was busy deciding what Sam might enjoy more as gratuity as I arrived at the town’s only supermarket. It was small and quaint and there was practically no one in it, which I found so calming. I wasn’t one for small talk usually. I just wanted to get in there, get my stuff and start vacationing properly.

In the store I went through every aisle, and ended up grabbing something from each of them. It was all fine until I decided I wanted ice cream and chocolate sauce on a whim because
of course
the last bottle of chocolate sauce that I wanted would be on the top shelf and
of course
I’d be too short to reach. Not that I was
short
. Well, not very short. Just slightly shorter than average. I was regretting not wearing my wedges now; I might have been able to reach it if I was wearing them.

My pathetic attempts at reaching the top shelf were rudely interrupted when a much larger and longer hand reached up and snatched the chocolate sauce away from me. I turned around, about to give the local – because no way a
normal
person could reach that shelf – when I stopped short as the man smirked down at me.

It was quite possible that this guy was taller than Sam. Not as muscular, though. He wore a faded grey Henley and tight black jeans that were held up by a belt with one of those obnoxious belt buckles and black biker boots. The black hair, the forest green eyes and the stubble and with what he was wearing and that damn smirk all added up to one thing: Trouble. He was a dead ringer for a young Chris Isaak. Oh, he was
bad
and he knew it too.

“That’s mine,” I said, scowling at him and holding out my hand. He only laughed.

“You were having getting at it, babe. I got it first, makes it mine,” his voice was smooth, probably as smooth is the chocolate sauce he held beyond my reach, and for a moment I forgot all about Sam. And as much as I kinda wanted to climb this guy like a tree, I wanted that chocolate sauce more. I had
plans
for the chocolate sauce.

“I’m only here for a vacation, you
live
here. You can come back and get more, I can’t. Hand it over,
babe
,” I replied as icily as could my hand now more insistent as I reached for the chocolate sauce. He held the chocolate sauce further away from me as I tried to grab it, and soon I was pushed up against him, hand reaching futilely at the bottle.

“How about we compromise?” he offered as he wrapped his free arm around my waist so I couldn’t get away. I glared at him, seeing the way his eyes kept glancing at my lips.

“And what kind of compromise is that?” I asked cautiously, and held back from wriggling in his grasp.

“I’m a pretty generous man. I’ll loan it to you.”

“Oh yeah? And what do I have to give to get that?”

“Ice cream.”

He said it so sincerely that I was speechless for a moment. He let go of me and pushed me back so he could pick up my basket full of groceries. He was still grinning, but the arrogance seemed to be toned down a little bit, for now at least.

“Come on. You pay for the ice cream, I pay for the sauce and we eat both in toast to our new found friendship.”

I could do nothing but follow after him. He turned to look at me and laughed again before placing the basket at the cashier. She seemed to know him pretty well, based on the grin she was giving him.

“Hey,
Jack
. Haven’t seen you around in while. You just got back?” she asked him as she ran all of my items through the checkout. So Chocolate Sauce had a name, did he? Well, I preferred Chocolate Sauce. It perfectly described my desire to cover him in ice cream and lick it up off of his body.

Huh. That seemed to be a thing with me, didn’t it?

“Yeah, I did; was one hell of a trip in this heat. Good to be back home though,” he answered her easily; all smooth talk and heated looks. The cashier in question bit her lip before doing something to the checkout and grinning up at Chocolate Sauce when she finished.

“Discount for your home-coming,” she explained, and I saw that the price was in fact lower.

That cheeky son of a bitch.

“Aw, Jenny. You didn’t have to do that,” he added to the sincerity by resting a hand on her shoulder momentarily.

“Oh, it’s nothing really. You just come visit real soon, ‘kay?” the cashier insisted before Chocolate Sauce nodded and grabbed all of my things. She looked at me expectantly and I could only smile nervously before quickly following Jack out of the door.

“What was
that
?” I asked, trying really hard to be upset at him. But it wasn’t like he
asked
the cashier to give him a discount; she just decided to do it.

“Generosity of small towns,” was his only answer as he handed over my shopping that he
paid for
. “Now come on, you lead the way and we’ll go back to your place and have that ice cream. I’ve got a craving.”

I shook my head and actually laughed at that. He still looked like trouble, and the fact that he was climbing on to a motorcycle just enforced that thought. It also took me back to my bad boy fantasy days of my teens. My vacation was already feeling like anything could happen, and Jack was definitely something I wanted to happen too.

I got back in my car after dumping the groceries in the back seat and drove off. I didn’t bother waiting for him – the roar of his motorcycle let me know that he was right behind me. I felt that familiar hum of arousal the closer we got to my cottage. All I could remember was leaning against him as he held away my chocolate sauce, how hard his body felt under mine. I bit my lip in anticipation.

Twenty minutes later we were at my cottage and I got out of my car, groceries in hand, walking slowly toward my door. I won’t lie; I let my hips sway just a little bit as I heard his engine cut off. I figured it was worth it when I heard his low chuckle.

I unlocked the door and walked inside and headed straight for the kitchen. I didn’t want the ice cream to melt after all. I knew he was watching me as I bent at the waist to put the ice cream in the freezer at the bottom of the fridge. I knew I might have been laying it on a bit thick, but I didn’t hear him complain as he walked up behind me to grip my hips steadily.

“Oh, did you want the ice cream now?” I asked innocently as I stood back up, my rear rubbing against his crotch as I did so. He was smirking at me again, apparently not against a bit of teasing. It was good to know at least.

“Well, I certainly want
something
sweet,” he began, hands moving from my hips down to my thighs and up again, “if you aren’t opposed, of course?”

It was my turn to smirk as I angled my body so that I could rest my hands on the kitchen counter next to the fridge and push my butt out just enough to get my point across. His grip became firmer and he pushed his crotch against me, hard enough that I could feel the insistent bulge of his hard on.

Instead of pushing up my dress or going for my zipper, he pulled me up until my back was flush against his chest. He pressed his lips against my neck and began trailing kisses across the area, every now and then nipping me just the little bit until I was standing on my tiptoes trying to get closer to him.

He led me out of the kitchen and steered me towards the couch, pushing me until I fell back onto. Then he knelt down in front of me and used his hands to push my legs apart, grinning up at me all the while. Something
sweet
indeed.

He curled his hands around my knees and jerked me forward. I let out a little gasp, and my hands went to stop my dress from riding all the way up my thighs out of habit. He wouldn’t have any of that, and took my hands in his own and placed them on the outside of my legs as he leant closer to me. He sat up on his knees and pushed the dress those last few inches up and curled his fingers around the waistline of my white cotton panties – it was a day for comfort, sue me – and pulled them down my legs. I had to close my legs momentarily as he pulled them off, but he was quick to spread them open again for his perusal.

I blushed furiously at the intensity of his gaze. He ran his hands up my thighs leisurely, in no rush to get to where I wanted him most. Thumbs dug into seemingly random places, forcing my muscles to tense up and relax. I let out a little whimper when he bit my inner thigh, his short puffs of laughter cooling my heated centre.

The only kind of friction he saw fit to give me was when he covered my sex with his hand. I groaned appreciatively and pushed down against him, only to whine when he took his hand away just as quickly.

“Patience,” he admonished lightly, “I don’t even know your name. I wanna know the name of the girl who’s gonna be screaming my name pretty soon.”