Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Unhitched [The Double Rider Men's Club 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

He fell to his knees in front of her. Still seated on the edge of the bed with her legs dangling off, she looked good enough to eat whole.

Jackson smiled and said, “I’m so sorry we got drugged. I’m sorry we’re in this situation today. But I’m really sorry I blamed you at first. Can you ever forgive me?”

She reached out and stroked his face with her free hand. Those beautiful baby blue eyes stared straight through to his very soul. He edged closer to her. She leaned forward. He was surprised when she then bent closer and kissed his lips. Her soft mouth felt like heaven. The vibrant connection was like a siren call to his forgetful libido. If they’d had sex last night, he didn’t remember. But his mouth seemed to remember hers. She circled her arms around his neck.

His hands dropped to rest on her thighs. He stroked upward to her hips. He leaned in and deepened the kiss. While this was certainly the first kiss he remembered, his mouth remembered exactly what to do. She was amazing. Kissing her seemed so comforting and vaguely familiar. His cock was getting hard again. He wondered if they’d had sex last night. Regardless, he wanted her again so he’d have a memory of sex with her, too.

Their tongues wrapped around each other and moved in perfect, luscious rhythm. Seconds later he’d moved from the floor, and stood briefly without breaking their connection. He leaned forward and pressed her back against the bed. His body covered hers from knees to chest, and the delicious heat of her seeped all the way inside to his bones. He pushed his hips into the cradle of her open legs. He then pressed her against the soft surface of the huge bed, trying to get closer. Her breasts ground into his chest, sending his heart into exhilaration mode. He felt her nipples harden beneath the sheet as they kissed and kissed and kissed.

Her arms came away from the sheet and circled his neck. His cock grew like an unruly beast deprived of sex for a year, and dug into her pubic bone. This only made him want her more. She wiggled her hips against him as if in encouragement. Jackson wanted her with every fiber of his being. He wanted to create a memory. The taste of her, the feel of her, the scent of her all combined to make him ravenous for his forgotten first memory of having her. He wanted to hear her scream in climax. Wanted to sink his cock deeply into her slick body and fuck them both to gratified oblivion.

Jackson kissed a path to one breast. The sheet had fallen away as if ready for his imminent seduction. Her rosy nipples greeted him with pert attention. He latched on like a hungry pup and sucked the tip between his lips. His cock pulsed, ready to form a whole new set of memories.

He kissed a new path to her flat belly and lower still. He pulled the sheet out of his way as he licked and kissed his way to her pussy. He wanted another taste of her. He needed a more exotic flavor to savor. The second he put his tongue on her clit she moaned. Her back arched off the bed when he wrapped the nub between his lips and sucked hard.

“Oh God, you’re so good at that. So fucking good.” Her whispered encouragement made him ecstatic.

Her breathy voice sent his libido into the red zone of arousal. He slid two fingers into her pussy and gathered some juice so he could then send a finger into her ass.

The second he shoved his wet forefinger into her rear channel, she screamed and came. He licked her cream and finger-fucked her ass until he thought he wouldn’t need to stick his cock in her pussy to come. He could just fuck the bedspread beneath him for satisfaction. He removed his fingers. She pulled at his head. Jackson slid up her body and kissed her mouth.

She was busy unzipping his pants. His cock came out into her soft fingers. She stroked him only a couple times and then inserted the head of his cock into her slick pussy.

Jackson lost his head. She was so hot and wet, he mindlessly pushed his cock forward until his balls bounced off her ass. And then he kept thrusting over and over again. Each foray inside her body was pure paradise. She tightened her legs around him and helped keep him going hard and fast.

He heard Derek hang up his phone, but it was obvious that he was watching them. He’d sucked in a deep breath the second Jackson pierced her pussy.

Alexis was so wet and tight it was all he could do not to come like a Minuteman missile with each penetration. Not to mention she was still clamping on his cock after her orgasm.

The volcanically intense feeling of release circled his lower spine and soon blasted out the end of his cock.

Best sex ever.
The new phrase echoed repeatedly in his brain.

“Jackson,” Derek said quietly. His tone seemed serious. Jackson didn’t know why. And he didn’t care.

He pushed deeply into her pussy one last time and fell onto her soft, beautiful body. He buried his face into her neck and breathed in her exceptional scent.

“That was amazing,” she whispered.

“Damn straight is was,” he replied and then spent the next few minutes concentrating on breathing in and out.

If sex would always be like this, he’d relish staying married.

“Jackson,” Derek said again.

He looked over his shoulder. Derek held out a towel. “To clean up.”

And then Jackson remembered he hadn’t bothered to locate a condom before fucking her like they were really married.

No wonder sex felt so good with her.

Chapter Four

Alexis vibrated with satisfaction. Jackson was every bit as good a lover as Derek had been earlier this morning.

The memories of the other night and watching the trio onstage came stealthily into her mind. She looked at Jackson and then at Derek.

Jackson looked like he was suddenly unhappy. Derek smiled, but there was something going on. Something not good.

“What’s wrong?”

Jackson turned to her with dismay in his expression. “I am so sorry. I forgot to get a condom.”

His cock pulsed in her body just then. His eyes slid shut. “Fuck. What is wrong with me?”

“You were drugged,” she whispered quietly. “And besides I forgot, too.”

Something else occurred to her. In an overly cautious tone, she added, “Plus, we have no idea what happened between us last night when we were under the influence.”

His eyes popped open. They were the brightest blue she’d ever seen. “Doesn’t matter. I promise I’ll take care of you. No matter what happens.”

“Don’t worry. It’s unlikely I’ll get pregnant. I’m on the Pill. Speaking of which. Is my luggage in this room? I should probably find my toiletries bag and take one. It’s time.”

The relief pouring over his face was palpable. “Thank you.”

He pulled his huge cock out of her body and immediately placed a warm, damp towel between her legs. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips and excused himself.

Derek hovered nearby. Alexis was not used to dealing with two men in a sexual way so close together in acts of pleasure. She’d certainly never had two men share her. She’d never even thought of it until seeing the erotic stage show the other night. And then she couldn’t think of anything else.

The two of them were both gorgeous, hung like bears, and seemingly rich, given the luxurious room they currently resided in. The sumptuous space probably cost a small fortune each night.

Alexis wasn’t poor, but she’d never spent the night in such a lavish hotel room. She’d rather spend her hard-earned money on new clothes, but to each his own.

Jackson padded barefoot back into the room. He’d zipped his pants back up and had a sheepish look on his face.

She always insisted on using condoms. Had a piece of paper suddenly made her mind go to mush?

“I don’t see any suitcase around here anywhere.”

She nodded. “It’s probably still down in the bellhop’s stand.”

Derek smiled. “I’ll call down and have it delivered to our room.”

“Thanks.” He nodded once and exited the bedroom leaving her alone with...her husband. How odd.

Alexis sat up in bed. Jackson reached out his hand to help her. She stood and let the sheet fall away. He was her husband. Good, bad, or naked, she needed to deal with it. She went to the bathroom and took a quick shower.

Every muscle in her body ached a little, like she’d done a rigorous exercise routine yesterday. Sex was energetic, and likely the reason her muscles felt worked out. But along with the muscle twinge, she felt so relaxed it was a wonder she didn’t slither to the ground and swirl around the drain. After the stress of the past several weeks, it was really nice to relax and enjoy some really great tension-relieving sex. Even with a stranger or two.

She slipped on a silky hotel robe until her bag was delivered and went out to the bedroom. It was empty.

Alexis opened the door to the bedroom and went out into a place of luxury she’d only seen pictures of. Seriously, they had to be rich to stay in a place like this.

Jackson was behind the extravagant bar with a highball glass in one hand.

“I know it’s still a little early, but want a drink?”

“No thanks. I may never drink again.”

He laughed. “Guess that makes you smarter than me.”

She shrugged. He was shirtless, and probably barefoot as well. Alexis thought he was the sexiest man she’d ever seen. With the single exception of Derek. Both men were rich, hot, and hung. They could have anyone. But Jackson married
her
. Albeit under the influence of whatever her drink had been spiked with. But it was a confidence booster nonetheless.

Alexis expected to feel panicked about being someone’s wife, but the feeling didn’t materialize. This was good for her. She had a place and a name to hide behind for a few days. Maybe it would be enough to help her with her problem.

But Jackson was stuck with her. She closed her eyes. At least he was stuck with her for now, but probably not forever. Her eyes stayed closed in regret. Maybe forever wouldn’t be a bad thing with these men. Foolish dreams. She must still be under the influence of the drug. Usually, she wasn’t so dreamy-eyed where men were concerned.

They’d have it annulled, obviously. But she wished they could have sex a few more times before they called this quickie wedding quits.

“You okay?”

Her eyes popped open again. “Yes. I’m just trying to come to terms with the last twenty-four hours or so.” He nodded in seeming understanding.

She looked around. “Where is Derek?”

Jackson took another healthy drink. “He went to talk to hotel security and to speed up the process of bringing your bag here.”

She nodded. He finished off his drink in another gulp.

He suddenly moved from behind the bar on a trajectory to her. His was gaze intent.

She didn’t move. Her eyes widened as he approached. She changed her mind and took a step backward. Her butt hit the back of a sofa and halted her progress.

Jackson towered over her. She gazed up into his seriously blazing blue eyes.

“You are exquisite,” he whispered. “Even drugged to the gills and drunk on my ass, I married the best-looking woman in the state of Nevada.”

“Thank you.” She was mesmerized by his nearness. Her confidence zoomed to the sky. The scent of him drew her closer.

“What are we going to do about that piece of paper?” he asked.

Her very first thought was that she wanted to stay married to him forever. She mentally shook off the unrealistic fantasy.

She didn’t know him. Not really. He was rich, gorgeous, and had a huge cock, but was he a good person?