Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Unhitched [The Double Rider Men's Club 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

“Your woman?” Alexis frowned. “You’re kidding. I hope.”

“Of course. But I’m funny, and you’re still going down to the mall next to the hotel with me to find something to wear tonight, right? Come on. Go out with us. We’ll have fun.”

“Yeah, I’ll be having lots of fun knowing that you spent a fortune of Jackson’s money on a dress. Maybe we could go gambling later to round out our evening.”

At the exact same time, both Jackson and Alexis said, “I don’t gamble.” They looked at each other in surprise.

“I can already see that I’ll be the fun component in our future trio antics in Vegas.” Derek climbed on the bed, leaned over and kissed Alexis soundly. “I’ll miss you.”

She smiled at him sweetly. “I’ll miss you, too.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” She stroked her hand along his jawline and put another kiss at the corner of his mouth before he scooted off the bed and left the room for his own.

“Ready to shower together?” Jackson asked.

“We have to shower together?” She grinned.

“Only if you want to impale yourself on my cock. You can have privacy if you wish.”

She tapped a forefinger on her chin and said, “Hmm. Privacy is all well and good. Shower sex is more tempting.” Then she snapped her fingers. “Let’s do it. You know what they say. What happens in Vegas...”

“Can be very beautiful and very interesting.” Jackson finished the overused sentence for her, changing it slightly. She seemed to like his version by the shining expression of joy on her face.

Together they slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom. The shower stall was huge. They both went in, and he turned on both large showerheads.

He wanted to touch her some more. Not even sexually, although he wouldn’t turn it down. He just wanted to explore her. He washed her hair without an ounce of protest. She was moaning throughout, and gave his dick something to salute about.

She grabbed his cock and stroked it several times as he rinsed her hair. He scrubbed her body with a sponge, and she scrubbed his. Once they were squeaky clean, he fell to his knees and licked her clit. She backed up against the shower tiles, flattened against the wall, and let him have his fill.

He pumped his fingers into both her ass and her pussy. Once he started sucking her clit, it wasn’t long before she stiffened against the tile and moaned in climax. The steamy air made it feel like they were in a mystical, otherworldly plane of existence. Maybe Vegas counted as such a place.

She looped her arms around his neck when he stood back up. She bent at the knees to reciprocate, but he stopped her. “I want to fuck you against the shower tile, is that okay?”

She nodded. The half-lidded appraisal she gifted him with said she was already well satisfied, and he could have anything. He wanted her. And possibly for more than just a quickie Vegas weekend.

He pushed his throbbing cock between her legs. She widened her stance with sluggish, gratified movements. Jackson smiled as he watched her move. She was perfect. He couldn’t envision a future without seeing her in it, and that was dangerous thinking. His practical bride might not stay forever. But the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted her to. It was a crazy notion he needed to stop thinking about.

He rubbed his hard cock along the seam of her pussy lips. She wrapped one leg around his hip and opened her thighs up completely. Jackson aimed his cock for her center and thrust forward. He gripped her thighs with his hands and lifted her not only onto his cock, but also against the tiles of the shower. He had her pinned.

Jackson didn’t start fucking her right away. He stopped to appreciate the perfection of her breasts. He wished he had a free hand to touch her there.

“Touch your breasts,” he said before realizing he’d spoken out loud. “Pinch the nipples. I want to see you. I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”

She didn’t even blink in protest. She lowered both hands to her breasts, cupped them, and squeezed the nipples between thumb and forefinger. She sucked in a breath as he tightened his grip on her legs and pushed his cock a little deeper.

“Excellent.” Jackson started moving his hips. His cock slid in and out slowly and carefully at first as he watched her play with her breasts. Soon he was thrusting faster and faster. Without warning, Alexis dropped one hand to her clit and started fingering herself. It was all he could do not to climax screaming her name. But he held his release and pumped his cock even faster into her slick, warm pussy.

Each thrust to the hilt that he gave her resulted in a moan from deep in her throat. One hand still pinched a nipple and the other he felt between them as she buried a finger against her clit.

She gasped all of a sudden. Her eyes slammed shut, and she whispered, “Fuck, that feels so good.”

Her pussy started clamping down on his cock. He growled in delight with each thrust inside her body as her pussy clenched him over and over.

The orgasmic sensation he then felt rocketed from somewhere near the base of his spine, through his body, and out the end of his cock. His cum spurted deeply into her body. He thrust one last time and flattened her against the wall of the shower with his supremely gratified body.

He sucked in deep breath after deep breath of steamy air trying to remember a time when he’d felt so incredibly good. Alexis made him want to fall in love. He hadn’t ever even believed in love before now.

“Shower sex is awesome.”

Jackson cleared his throat. “You’ve never had shower sex before?”

“Nope. It just never came up before now. I’m glad this first time was with you.”

He kissed her throat, pulled his head back, and stared deeply into her beautiful baby blues.

“You have the most amazing blue eyes,” she said with a sigh.

She’d just read his mind. “Funny. I was just thinking the exact same thing about you.”

“It’s like we’re married or something.”

He grinned. “Yep.” And that fact was quickly becoming something he wanted to hold on to rather than let go of. He needed to stop that. This wasn’t a permanent arrangement. Just a fun frolic of a weekend.

They’d have fun for the next couple of days and part civilly. The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to stay with her. Was that crazy? And he hadn’t even had a chance to speak to Derek at length about this small marriage dilemma.

Up to now, Jackson had always been the one to refuse to discuss marriage. They hadn’t talked about a permanent woman in their lives for ages.

Derek had always been more anxious to find someone to share. Jackson had, in turn, always found fault with every prospective woman that crossed their path. Until Alexis.

Jackson hadn’t admitted it to himself, but wondered if perhaps Derek didn’t think she was permanent wife material. The idea made his gut clench and his heart rebel.

The sex was obviously good between Derek and Alexis, as they’d fucked each other twice before he even woke up this morning. But for some indistinct reason, Jackson got the impression that Derek wasn’t as happy with this threesome as he was. Nothing overt or overwhelming in his actions or words, just a very subtle feeling of discord. Bottom line, Jackson and Derek needed to have a private conversation. And soon.

Perhaps they could meet alone tomorrow alone to talk about the recent changes. Although Derek would likely belittle him for his feelings of affection for Alexis. Jackson didn’t care. He didn’t want to throw something special away if he and Derek just had crossed signals.

As they exited the steamy shower and got dressed, Jackson vowed to discover Derek’s true thoughts about his unintended bride.

Jackson didn’t want to admit he might already be falling in love with his own accidental Las Vegas wife.

* * * *

Alexis searched through the display of fancy party dresses, but didn’t even pay attention to what she was doing. Jackson had been in a pensive, quiet mood since they left the room, and she wasn’t exactly sure what was on his mind. And all at the same time, she tried not to fall hopelessly in love with her own accidental husband and his best friend, too.

“What’s wrong with that one?” Jackson asked. Alexis looked down at the dress she’d just flipped past. It was a hot little strapless black dress with a mid four figure price tag.

“It costs too much.”

“Stop that. It’s not too much. At least try it on.” His exasperated tone finally seeped into her brain. She needed to pay attention to her current activities, and not worry about her future fears.

“Fine.” She picked one out in her size and headed to the changing room. Jackson followed.

The saleslady approached them with a ready smile in place, likely already calculating her commission on the expensive dress she held. “Where are your dressing rooms, please?” Alexis asked.

The woman looked into her face and then an odd thing happened. Her facial expression sort of froze in place. Her smile remained, but it looked like it had been replaced with a suddenly formed permanent wood carving.

“Yes. The dressing rooms.” The saleslady turned and searched the immediate area as if she were at a loss. What the hell was she looking for? Didn’t she know where her own dressing rooms were?

The woman suddenly seemed to shake herself back from whatever dementia she’d suffered. She turned slightly to her left, lifted her arm, and pointed at a curtained area toward the back of the store. “Back there.”

“Thanks,” Alexis murmured. She moved forward, but the woman stopped her with a firm grip on her shoulder.

“You do understand that you’ll have to go in there alone, right?” The woman’s glance then shot quickly to Jackson as if he was about to invade the ladies secret special dressing room and tell every living soul what went on in there.

Mentally, she rolled her eyes. “Of course,” Alexis said and glanced over one shoulder at Jackson to see his expression. It was equally as puzzled as hers was. He shrugged and made a motion behind the saleslady’s head, indicating she might be crazy. Alexis smiled.

Maybe the saleswoman had worked too long of a day. Or perhaps other ultrarich clients used the upscale dressing rooms for impromptu public sexual romps. She’d seen a few movies where this took place. It probably happened in real life, too. Art often imitated life and people copied antics from movies all the time for their own amusement, too. Maybe the saleslady was tired of rich sexual deviants.

Alexis went inside the first stall she saw to put the way too expensive dress on. But first, she vowed not to touch any of the surfaces with her bare hand, just in case. She carefully took her clothing off and slid into the black dress. She smoothed the expensive fabric of the dress in place over her thighs, tucked the price tag into the space beneath her arm, and turned to look in the mirror.

The dress looked fabulous. The phrase “you get what you pay for” certainly applied here.

She left her own clothing behind and stepped out of the dressing room barefoot and into the main floor of the hotel’s upscale dress shop.

Three or four new patrons were milling around the area where she exited. The saleslady was nowhere to be found. Good. She searched the area for Jackson.

She saw him when he looked up and pegged that vivid blue gaze on her body. Like he’d been pacing and waiting impatiently for her to appear. The smile on his face said she would definitely be wearing this dress tonight.

He started walking closer. His smile got wider with every step. They were three feet apart when the saleslady appeared as if conjured from the air around them and blocked the limited space between them.

Facing Alexis with her back to Jackson, she said in an overly energetic tone, “That’s a very nice dress. Shall I wrap it up for you?”