Authors: Elle Saint James
Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Unhitched [The Double Rider Men's Club 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (2 page)
She turned, luscious lips parted in surprise, to put her amazing wide-eyed gaze on his face. Her big eyes were so baby blue in color that they practically cried out for mama. Perfect. The color went nicely with the strands of purple in her hair.
After a few seconds of staring at each other a giggle erupted from her, and she promptly laughed uproariously. He adored her laugh. “Fine. Then I guess you’d better get me another one.”
He grinned. “I know this sounds like another line, but have we met? You look really familiar to me.” She startled a bit at his question, but soon smiled again. He reached out and ran a forefinger down the streak of purple she’d put in her hair. He’d have to find out why she chose purple. The scent of her perfume wafted around his head. He resisted the sincere urge to lean in and sniff her neck.
She said, “I get that a lot. Apparently I’m so ordinary everyone always thinks I look like someone they know.”
Jackson moved closer to her. “Honey, you are so far away from ordinary, I hope you packed a lunch.”
He signaled the bartender for two more of the same drink. “Two more cherry martinis coming right up,” the bartender called out with a smile. Jackson didn’t usually have girly, fruity drinks, but when in Rome. Or more appropriately, when in Las Vegas while trying to get to know a beautiful stranger, do as they do.
“That was a pretty ballsy move. I’m impressed. And that doesn’t happen too often.”
He held out his hand. “I’m Jackson Cordell. What’s your name?”
“Alexis Sherwood,” she replied as she gripped his fingers.
The waiter placed two martini glasses in front of them.
After the first sip, he understood why she was giggling. This sweet martini packed a punch. He was already feeling a bit giddy from downing the first half a glass of the stuff she was drinking.
The bartender brought the bill, and he signed his name, putting it on the room. She glanced down at his room number.
“Wow. Fancy room. I’ve never been to the penthouse suite before.”
“Well, maybe you’ll visit one very soon.” Jackson laughed nervously.
Odd
. He felt so foolish. So giddy all of a sudden. He glanced at her lovely face. He wanted her. She stared at him like she was interested. If he brought it up, perhaps she would like to reenact what she saw last night with him and Derek. That became his new goal.
“Thanks for paying for both of the drinks.”
He shrugged. “I drank most of the first one you had. It was only fair.”
“So as far as pickup lines go, that was a pretty good one. Got any others?”
“Do I need another? I thought the first one was pretty damn clever. I thought I
had
you with my first clever try.” He laughed and took another sip of his second drink. He was feeling the impact of downing the first drink in one gulp. He wasn’t in college anymore. Then again, she also looked a bit woozy.
“They say that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Have you heard that?” he asked. He propped up his chin on one palm, elbow resting on the bar. Her eyes were as hypnotic as the streaks of purple highlighting her hair.
She laughed out loud. “I was just thinking that exact same thing.”
Jackson was euphoric. Happier than he ever remembered being before. Perhaps he’d always choose pink, girly, fruity drinks from now on.
He said, “Well, if we’re already up to reading each other’s minds like an old married couple, what should we do to go get into trouble? Want to go party together?” He had the DRMC sex show in mind initially until another more exciting idea came into his head.
She smiled and shrugged her slim shoulders. Before she answered, he added, “Lots of people come here to get married, you know. Want to get married? It’s Vegas, after all.”
“Depends on if you’re good in bed or not,” she said and sucked on the cherry in her drink. “I won’t marry anyone who is lousy in the sack.”
“Me neither.” He downed the second cocktail in another single gulp and slammed the glass on the counter. “Also, I belong to the DRMC.”
“DRMC? What’s that?” Her puzzled expression was adorable.
“It stands for the Double Rider Men’s Club.”
She perked up. “Do you have horses there?”
“Yes. But that’s not what it means. We share women. It’s a rule. Two men and one woman together in bed. You could try it if you want to.”
“Two men and one me? Awesome.” Her grin widened.
“I told my friend, Derek, that I’d find someone perfect for us to have sex with this weekend. I think you are perfect.”
She grinned. “Really? That’s so sweet. I know,” she said excitedly. “We should go have test sex. I’ll warn you up front. My last boyfriend told me it would likely take at least ten hands to ever satisfy me. Whatever
that
means.”
“What a prick.” Jackson was incensed that anyone would ever say anything bad about his beautiful purple-streaked girl.
“Yeah. I don’t miss him at all.”
“Good riddance to pricks everywhere.”
She nodded, picked her second drink up and swallowed the contents in no time. Then she also did the same thing he had and slammed the glass back on the bar.
“We’d better go hurry and test out our compatibility. I’m only here for a few days.” He stood from the bar and leaned into her hard. He seemed to be having trouble with his legs functioning properly. This was very funny to him. He started laughing, and before he knew it they were both laughing their heads off. “And also, my legs are acting strange.”
“Good idea. Let’s go before your legs give out.” Alexis slid off her barstool. She slung her purse over one shoulder and slipped her arm in his.
They exited the bar. She was having trouble walking. Then he realized that he wasn’t walking much steadier than she was, and that made her giggle harder. They shared another good long laugh. Jackson couldn’t remember ever being so happy in his life.
He lifted his arm and pointed across the vast area outside the hotel bar. “Hey, is that a wedding chapel?”
Chapter Two
Derek Van Buren tiptoed into the luxurious penthouse that he and Jackson had secured for this trip. It was pricy, but worth every penny as far as he was concerned. The lights were on in main part of the suite. Had Jackson left them on for him? He glanced over at the set of bedroom doors on the left. One side was slightly ajar, but it looked like the lights were already off inside.
There were two master suites in the penthouse. He pulled his bag over to the empty bedroom and rolled it inside.
He was so tired he could barely think past climbing into bed and sleeping for ten hours. But he wanted to see if Jackson had found a woman for them this trip. When he quietly slipped into Jackson’s bedroom, he noticed that the bathroom door was partly open and light spilled into the room enough to see the bed, but not who was in it. Squinting, he noticed that there was someone else in bed with Jackson.
Excellent
.
Derek glanced at the jumble of wallets, her purse, and a few other assorted personal items strewn on the dresser where the bathroom light lit up the cluttered things. He saw a feminine wallet with a driver’s license showing. Her name was Alexis Sherwood. Apparently she was so engaging that she’d sidetracked Jackson to the degree that he’d just thrown his wallet and pocket contents into a heap on the dresser. Then he noticed their clothing strewn about the floor.
Interesting. Jackson was usually very pristine with his things, especially his clothing. He smiled as he looked at the small shape next to Jackson in the bed. Apparently, their bedmate had so distracted his best friend that he was unable to be annoyingly neat.
Score one for the woman he’d chosen. Derek stared at the bed. His cock stirred at the idea of waking her up. Maybe he’d sleep here tonight. He also loved morning sex. If she agreed to a prebreakfast roll between the sheets, he might propose. It was Vegas, after all.
Derek skirted around to the far side of the huge bed, disrobed in a minute, and slipped between the sheets. Jackson hadn’t moved. Not when he came in or when he got in bed with them.
Odd
. His friend wasn’t usually a heavy sleeper. Unless he’d been drinking. Derek smiled and promptly dozed off seconds later to the feminine scent of jasmine perfume swirling around his head.
A few hours later, Derek stirred awake. At first he couldn’t remember where he was. As he tried to reason it out, the scent of a delectable woman filled his lungs, and he realized exactly where he was. Las Vegas. Jackson’s room. The one with a woman already planning on being shared by them. His cock was already rigid and ready.
Jackson had arrived a couple days before and promised to seek out a bed partner for the long weekend. Derek had been stuck in New York on business. He slowly turned onto his side to see what beauty Jackson had selected for them. He lifted one eyelid. The very first thing he saw was a vivid purple streak peeking through a mass of lush, honey-blonde hair. He opened his eye wider. Purple streaks? Really? Why was that so fucking sexy? Jackson had outdone himself.
He opened both of his eyes, let them adjust to the low level of light in the room, and studied her further. She was stunningly beautiful. It was still dimly lit in the room. The only light came from a bathroom left on the night before, which didn’t help him see much of anything. But with the early morning sun encroaching into the room, small shafts of sunlight came via the partly opened drapes. Now that he was awake, the level of light from the window was plenty enough to see that she was exquisite.
He moved closer. The jasmine scent of her wrapped around his head and made his cock throb. He pressed his lips to her forehead. She didn’t move. He kissed her cheek. Nothing. He kissed the corner of her mouth. Same result. He drew the very tip of his tongue slowly across her bottom lip.
She didn’t move. Not once. The way Jackson was sacked out, they must have imbibed heavily the night before. Not like Jackson, but maybe he was letting his hair down in Vegas. It was certainly a long time in coming.
Jackson could be a stick-in-the-mud. He had excellent taste in women, though. And given their unbridled lifestyle, Derek already knew she was selected for them both. Good thing. Because he wanted her in the most desperate way. If only he could coax her awake to have a little early morning roll in the hay before Jackson woke up. A sort of get-to-know-her fuck to introduce himself properly.
He kissed her lips again. When he licked the seam of her mouth, she stirred. Her eyes came half open suddenly. He grinned at her but wasn’t sure she could really see him. “Are you awake enough for a little taste of morning sex,” he whispered against her lips.
She smiled and a moan escaped. Her eyes drifted shut again, but she murmured, “I’m always awake enough for any kind of sex, but only if you’re good at it. So, are you any good at sex?”
This woman was perfection wrapped up in a sexy package. “I’ve never had a single complaint.”
“Excellent,” she whispered, but seemed to doze off again.
Derek totally lived for waking a woman up to sex first thing in the morning. He was elated with Jackson’s choice.
She was completely naked under the sheets. He slipped his hand between her thighs and assessed her readiness for his totally aroused cock. She was dripping. She squirmed against his hand. He flicked her clit a couple times, and she moaned again. Her smile nearly undid him. Her eyes were still closed as Derek rubbed her clit with steady attention for several seconds. He wanted to see if she would eventually open her eyes so he could see what color they were.
She was on her side facing him. He slipped a hand to one breast and squeezed her pert nipple. This earned him another sultry moan. She turned her head toward him and smiled again. “So good,” she whispered.
Derek’s cock pulsed with delight. He removed his hands from her long enough to get a condom from the nightstand and secure it before getting serious about the seduction of the lovely purple-streaked blonde in his bed.