Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Unhitched [The Double Rider Men's Club 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

There was a part of her that longed to see where they lived. Growing up in the Midwest, she’d been to Colorado only once to visit Pikes Peak on a spring break trip. She’d loved the mountain views.

Her career had put her out East. And she liked where she was. Didn’t she?

Yes. She did.

Alexis knew it would be all too easy to chuck her career and head for Colorado, but she wasn’t
that
woman. She wasn’t the sort of girl that gave up everything for a man, let alone two.

Although these two men were exceptional specimens. They were both just so perfect, she knew if she wasn’t careful, she’d let them talk her into changing her dream life to one of their construction.

An annoying stalker had sent her on the run. That was bad enough. Giving up the job and everything she’d worked so hard for was out of the question.

She vowed to stand firm. They didn’t have to get the annulment in a hurry, but she didn’t trust herself to visit their home in Colorado. She might convince herself she didn’t want to leave them. Did she really want her life back?

The door to the suite opened suddenly, and Jackson strode in like he owned the place. He had a forceful way about him that she secretly liked quite a lot. They did have a lot in common. It was a good thing they had Derek to soften their hard ways.

“What’s for dinner, honey?” he asked the moment he saw her.

She shrugged. “Depends on where you’re taking me.”

He dropped his brief case in a chair and swept her up in his arms two seconds later. “Good answer.”

Enveloped in his arms, Alexis always felt safe. She buried her face against his collar and breathed in his wonderful, masculine scent.

“I missed you all day,” he whispered in her ear.

“I missed you as well.”

“Derek called. He’ll be here in a few minutes. He’s bringing a few things to help us blend in better when we leave the hotel.”

She pulled away to stare in his luscious blue eyes. “Like a disguise?”

Jackson shrugged. “Maybe more like a baseball cap and casual jacket.”

She smiled. “Does this mean we’re eating at McDonald’s for dinner?”

“No. Nothing so extreme. We know a private place with great food and a dinner show.”

“Like a sex show?”

He smiled. “Perhaps. Would that be acceptable?”

“Yes. I’d like to sit down this time while I’m watching.”

“Excellent. We’ll be going to the downtown older strip. But we got a limo for the trip there and back. We don’t have to go through the main part of the hotel.”

“Good. I don’t want to deal with any civilian paparazzi or their cell phone cameras.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m going to go change.”

“Do I need to?” She grinned. She wore the dress with the front that she’d taped to her breasts.

“No. I love that dress.” He slipped his hand down the front and grabbed her breast. “Easy access.”

“Just don’t pull out the tape.” He carefully extracted his hand and left to change, but called out over his shoulder, “No promises about that tape later on.”

Derek came in two minutes later carrying a shopping bag with three matching baseball caps that said, “What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas,” along with an oversize lightweight jacket that looked like a white coat that anyone in the medical profession might wear.

“If this doesn’t help you blend in, nothing will. There’s a medical convention going on in the hotel.”

“Thanks,” Alexis said. “Can we leave yet?”

“Cabin fever?”

“The worst case I’ve ever had. I would have been content to stay in. Until I
had
to stay inside or suffer the paparazzi storm.”

“Totally understandable. I was grateful the conference today was held in a closed-off, private part of the hotel. Although several colleagues gave me shit all day. Let me change into something a bit more casual,” Derek said. He had on a business suit. It looked amazing on him.

He gave her a once-over. “Although given how you look, maybe I should stay dressed up.”

“You can change. Want me to help you?”

He stepped closer and kissed her. His hands went from her hips, traveled up her sides, and landed on each breast. “You don’t have a bra on.”

“I barely have the dress on.”

“I love this dress.”

“Jackson says it has easy access.”

Derek slipped a hand down her shirt and rubbed a nipple. “I like that, too.”

“Just watch out for the tape.”

“
This
tape?” He slid his finger close and tugged at the adhesive.

She sucked in a shocked breath. “Yes.
That
tape. Go change before you leave my dress gaping wide open.”

“Okay.” He grinned. “I’m really just going to take off my jacket and tie.” He continued play with her nipple. She reached between them and grabbed the front of his pants, clamping her fingers around his cock through the material of his pants.

He moaned the minute she touched the fabric. He pulled his hand out of her dress carefully, embraced her with both arms, and kissed her like he loved her. Perhaps he did.

His tongue swirled with expert precision in her mouth. Filled with unspent sexual longing, she squeezed his cock once more. It hardened in her hand. A guttural noise came from his throat. He clenched her tighter to his chest. His demanding kiss sent fluid gushing between her legs.

If she’d bothered to wear any panties, they’d be drenched by now. But she hadn’t even put any on. It was her little secret rebellion for tonight’s dinner and show.

Jackson came out of his room just then.

Derek didn’t stop what he was doing, and neither did she. Jackson approached and soon sandwiched her between them.

Alexis could honestly say that she’d never been happier than she was right at this moment in time.

Jackson teased her nipples through the thin material of her barely there dress. Derek kissed her to distraction. Alexis kept hold of Derek’s wide, thick cock as Jackson’s hard dick pushed into her ass cheek.

She wondered if they were about to drop and have sex in the foyer until Jackson whispered the word “anticipation” into her ear.

Derek broke the seductive kiss. “That’s right. Now that we’re all hyped up and ready to fuck, let’s go out and watch some stage sex.”

“Once now, and again later?” she asked hopefully.

“Nope.” Jackson glanced at his watch. “The limo’s waiting downstairs.”

“Do I really have to wear a disguise?”

“No. It’s totally optional.”

Ultimately, she didn’t want anyone to recognize her, so she put it on.

Ten minutes later she was seated in the back of a stretch limo with a glass of champagne in one hand. The disguise was cast off easily.

She only took a drink because Derek had purchased the bottle and opened it himself to ensure there were no drugs in it. They toasted wedded bliss, and each other, on the way to see a sexy stage show.

Alexis knew her time with them was running out. She vowed to make this night special and then let them go.

She loved them. It was true. But she wasn’t sure if she could turn her life upside down to include them in it. Long distance wasn’t going to work, and they owned property in Colorado not North Carolina.

She steeled her resolve to keep this relationship strictly in Las Vegas. Once they left Nevada, they’d call it quits.

But her heart ached just a bit at the thought of never seeing them again.

“Here we are,” Derek said as the limo slowed and parked next to a curb in the older section of Las Vegas.

Alexis stepped from the car and went arm in arm with her two husbands into a private club to watch sex. Later she’d insist they perform a re-creation.

And then tomorrow she’d say good-bye. Blinking unwanted tears from her eyes, Alexis vowed to think happy sexy thoughts until their time was at an end. No crying now.

* * * *

Jackson pulled the front of Alexis’s dress wide open. The double-sided tape was no match for his will. She sucked in a deep breath, but the rosy glow of her skin told him she wasn’t upset about his bold move. She was excited.

“Did you like the show?” he asked and slipped the straps over her shoulders so that the dress could puddle at her feet.

He knew she was braless before they left. He hadn’t known she was sans panties until they got to the club. They’d found that out for themselves. She hadn’t told them.

During the height of the show, he’d slid his hand up one thigh. Derek had done the exact same thing.

Racing up her inner leg to beat his friend surprised them both when she widened her legs and they realized she wasn’t wearing anything beneath her dress. They’d each taken a dip in her pussy and brought their hands to their lips for a taste.

He and Derek traded a glance of delight or perhaps shock and awe at her blatant wildness.

Now back in the hotel suite, he planned to fuck her senseless with Derek’s help. “Have you had enough anticipation, Jackson? Are you ready to have me?” she questioned with a low, sexy tone in her voice that he loved.

“Just about.”

“Were you surprised that I didn’t wear any panties tonight?”

“Oh, you
know
I was. Saucy wench.”

She laughed and the sound of her happiness made him melt just a little.

He and Derek had still been unable to have a quiet discussion between the two of them. Jackson knew Derek cared for her, but wasn’t sure he’d fallen for her as hard as Jackson had.

He considered the best course of action to keep her with them. He wasn’t above begging, but not if she still said no. He knew she valued her career and he was conscious of that, but he hated to see quite possibly the only woman he’d ever love walk out of their lives without at least making an effort to keep her.

Derek had seated himself in the chair by the bed. By unspoken rule, directly after the show, they’d previously decided to each take a turn with her as their final parting gesture. A little one-on-one time as the other watched.

Jackson stripped his clothes off and carefully placed them on the chest next to the footboard. He then led her to the center of the bed. She rolled to the middle and ended up on her back. He snuggled up next to her side and simply looked at her amazing body.

He stroked his fingertips along her skin lightly from shoulder to wrist, from collarbone to belly, and from hip to knee, all in an attempt to memorize every facet of her. He never wanted to forget his first wife. Maybe his only wife. No one would ever live up to her. He didn’t even want to try looking for anyone else.

Alexis started stroking his cock and broke his reverie. He wanted to take his time with her tonight. Their last night together, possibly.
Don’t think of that.

Jackson planted a row of soft kisses along her cheek until he finally made it to her mouth. She kissed back and turned on her side to hug him in her bare embrace. He reveled in the feel of her naked skin pressed to his from chest to knees.