Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Untangled [The Double Rider Men's Club 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (2 page)

Wade shrugged. “He’s not here yet?”

“Nope.”

“I’m sure he’ll be along very soon.”

“He’d better hurry. The show is about to start. You know I won’t allow anyone in or out during the performance.”

Wade shrugged. “Relax, Clay. He’ll be here.”

Clay didn’t smile, but he nodded. The two of them continued down the short hallway back into the room she’d just escaped from. His masculine scent wrapped around her head like an aphrodisiac haze. She wanted to sniff up and down his body, but resisted the urge. They crossed the floor to the bar area. She slid on to the leather stool next to his. He ordered an imported dark ale, and she had another glass of champagne.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Olivia.” She held out her hand like this was a business meeting and not a glorified sex club.

He enveloped his large, warm hand around her fingers and squeezed. Olivia swore her pussy gushed freely just at having this man innocently touch her hand. She’d probably climax instantly if he put his hand in a more intimate place. Like between her legs. Mentally, she calculated how soon
that
might happen and felt her face go warm.

“I’m Wade Granger. Good to meet you.”

“Great to meet you, too. And your friend’s name is Dalton?”

He nodded. “He really will be here soon. We can chat in the meantime.”

Olivia was thinking Wade might be enough all on his own to satisfy all her sudden, prurient urges. If his friend was only half as appealing, she was going for it in a big way.

Limbs trembling from the bite of lust seeping deeply into her body, Olivia sipped her champagne, but didn’t take her eyes off of Wade. He in turn watched her as he sipped his bottle of ale. An amused smile shaped his lips in between drinks. He looked glad to have found her. This realization only made her want him more.

The memory of Laurel’s final pitch to get Olivia to come here tonight slid into her head. “
After you find someone—or rather two men—you can do whatever you want even the first night.
” Laurel had then overshared that she’d given two blow jobs to the first set of men she’d been with during an event. “
I got invited back
.”

“
That seems so base
,” Olivia had said back then. Even though the very idea of putting her mouth on a strange man’s cock thrilled the wanton little voice deep inside of her head. Sucking off two men she’d just met made that same voice tremble with acute craving.

“
Whatever. If you find two men you like, I’d advise blow jobs as soon as you can
.”

She studied Wade as he kept his gaze riveted on her. She resisted the urge to look below his belt buckle.

Olivia wasn’t convinced her blow job abilities would win any awards, but given that most men she’d ever known weren’t exactly picky when a woman put her mouth on their cock, perhaps she
did
have a chance to shine with Wade and his friend. She was already thinking about what his reaction would be to a spontaneous mouth on his cock. Hopefully he wouldn’t resist.

A gorgeous woman traipsed by them and eyed the back of Wade’s head before turning away. Olivia glanced over at her momentarily, but Wade didn’t even move his head in the woman’s direction. She gave him bonus points. His smile and twinkling blue eyes focused directly on her face made her want to stay and talk this strong, silent warrior into bed. She also looked forward to sucking his cock for persuasion, if he needed any.

If he wasn’t interested, she knew she wouldn’t find anyone better. He glanced over his shoulder at the entryway, put his beer on the bar and then slid off the barstool. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Promise?”

“I do. You won’t go anywhere, will you?”

“Nope.”
Not a chance. Please come back.

Perched on the edge of her stool, she watched his backside as he walked toward the direction of the bathrooms. Wild thoughts of having her legs wrapped around that spectacular ass as he brought her to repeated gratification drifted through her mind. She took another sip of champagne to cool off.
Whew
. Her clit literally throbbed with desire. It wouldn’t take much for him to send her over the screaming edge of climax. She hoped he was truly as interested as she was.

She searched for Laurel as she waited and spied her with the same two men. When their gazes caught, Olivia gave her a smile and a thumbs-up. Laurel nodded, smiled in return, and finally winked once before turning back to the two men who obviously had her enthralled.

The entrance to the room was on the opposite of where she sat waiting for Wade. When a fast-moving figure approached from that direction, Olivia caught a glimpse of tall, attractive man out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head slightly to get a better look.

The man moved with supreme authority, and decisive power. He was a man no one would ever dare fuck with unless they wanted their balls handed back to them crushed beyond all recognition. Olivia’s mouth dropped open just watching him stride across the room like he owned the world and everything in it.
Damn
. Another man she would fight to fuck. Two fine men in a row after a room full of nothing.

Before he got halfway across the room, his sizzling chocolate gaze captured hers. His direction suddenly shifted toward her instead of the end of the bar. She thought he was about to steal Wade’s seat, right where his bottle of ale waited. But he suddenly sidestepped and slid behind her. He stood next to the barstool on her other side.

His wide shoulder grazed along her upper body, stopping at her center back as he stood at the edge of the bar. They were connected and she liked it. His fingers tapped the surface as if to expend nervous energy, but she suspected he was never nervous about anything. He was probably just full of powerful and exotic energy. And he didn’t seem to mind resting his shoulder against her back. He didn’t shift away from their warm, solid contact as he waited for the bartender to arrive.

Olivia leaned back into his shoulder, wondering if he’d suddenly notice that he was touching her. The unyielding connection became even more intense. He didn’t move. Olivia curbed a smile and pushed back harder, wanting to illicit a response from the delicious man behind her.

The bartender arrived and broke the quiet match of strength she was trying to use to get the stranger’s attention.

“What can I get you, sir?”

“Could I get shot of Cuervo Gold? As a matter of fact, make it a double.” His deep voice did nothing to dissuade her from the lust she had for him.

Olivia felt the warmth of his shoulder continue to seep into the center of her back. After the push-and-resist moment before the bartender arrived, they hadn’t disconnected. She twisted on her stool to face the bar and broke their contact to get a better look at him.

Close up, he was even more devastatingly handsome than she’d realized. And all she could see was his profile. Did women fall prostrate at his feet on a daily basis?

Olivia watched as he slammed the double tequila back like a shot of water. He then requested another.

“Getting ready for the performance?” Olivia asked. She didn’t know why her lips had even moved. Or why her brain thought it was a good time to engage and speak to the striking archangel standing next to her, about to slam down a second double tequila, but hoped she hadn’t just chased him off.

One side of his perfectly chiseled mouth lifted in amusement. “I’m not performing tonight, but thanks for the vote of confidence.” He drank the second shot as fast as the first.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh?” He turned and crowded her. Now she could see his full face and he was blindingly attractive. Her pussy gushed. No man had ever impacted her like this. Not since Wade had a few minutes ago. Wade. Where had he gone?

His chest pushed hard into her arm. “What
did
you mean then?”

She sipped her champagne and tried not to choke on it. “I meant were you getting loosened up by slamming back double tequilas to watch the coming sex show?”

One corner of his full, beautiful mouth quirked up. “Why would I need to do that?”

Olivia shrugged. “Because I do. I guess I hoped I wasn’t the only one.”

She held her breath as he leaned closer and asked, “Have you ever been to a show like this before?”

“No. It would be safe to say it’s my very first time at this particular rodeo.”

“I see.” His expression shifted from interested to lust filled in a millisecond. Olivia fairly vibrated from the waves of sexual tension rolling off of him. He leaned closer still. The scent of his cologne made her light-headed with desire. His gaze captivated her complete attention.
Is he about to kiss me
?
Please. Yes.

He moved closer and whispered, “Most of us don’t bite. Unless a specific request is made.”

“Most of you?” she squeaked.

His teeth came together and clicked ever so lightly. If he moved forward an inch, her lips might be in danger of getting bitten. The mere sound of his mock bite sent a wave of lust down her body. The tingling went straight to her toes.

The tequila-scented breath from his lips caressed her senses. They each moved even closer. They
were
about to kiss.

“Are you stealing my date?” Wade’s voice came from over her shoulder.

The dark-haired man with the piercing blue eyes didn’t once shift his gaze for even a moment. He did, however, move back a few inches. “If she’s really your date, you shouldn’t have left her here all alone. Any man or beast passing by could take a bite of such a delectable morsel.” He clicked his teeth together again very near her face and a sardonic smirk slid into place. The moment his jaws snapped shut another jolt of lust, in the form of more pussy juice, shot into her panties. She pushed out a quick, short breath to gain some control. It didn’t work.

Olivia wasn’t sure what to do. Wade was beautiful, and he smelled so amazing that she creamed herself with each breath. And the man on her other side was sin personified. He was the epitome of a bad boy with aggressive traits and a scandalous ability to saturate her panties with only a single look and the snap of his teeth.

“Nature called. She promised to wait here.” Wade slid next to her but didn’t sit in his chair.

“She did wait. But now she’s looking at me.”

Olivia dropped her gaze to the surface of the bar. She couldn’t ditch Wade. She forced herself to spin away from the powerful, engaging man, turning her back to him. Wade stood by her chair but quickly moved between her opened legs the second she spun toward him, as if he were reestablishing his territory. The warmth of his closeness seeped between her legs. The fluttering in her belly started all over again.

He grabbed his beer, took a sip, and said, “Would you rather spend time with Mr. Double Tequila Shot over there, or me? You can be honest.”

Olivia wanted them both. Couldn’t she have them both?
Fuck
. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t get her into trouble. The men here were already in pairs. She certainly couldn’t select them a la carte.

“Hey, Dalton, it’s about time you got here,” a passing fellow cowboy said. He punched the man behind her in the shoulder on the way by.

Dalton
. Wasn’t that the name of Wade’s partner? And also, how did Wade know he’d had a double shot of tequila?

She shifted her gaze to Wade’s suddenly smiling blue eyes. He took another sip of beer as if trying to hide his grin, but she saw it anyway. They were teasing her. She’d just found the two most perfect men in this club, and her night was suddenly looking up. “What if I want to spend time with both of you? Will that get me in to lots of trouble?”

“Absolutely.” Wade smiled and nodded at the bad boy. She turned to face his partner.