Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Untangled [The Double Rider Men's Club 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (3 page)
Authors: Elle Saint James
Wade said, “This is Dalton Rourke. He and I have been best friends since grade school.”
Dalton reached out his hand. Olivia slid her fingers into his and squeezed as he added, “And we share everything.”
She gave him her best firm handshake as if glad-handing a contributor at the charity events she attended back home. “Does that mean you want to share me? Because I’d be doubly delighted.”
He laughed out loud. “Good choice, Wade. I like her.”
“How did you know I was with Wade already?”
He nodded toward the dark imported ale in Wade’s hand. “My first clue was the beer. The second and better indication was the text he sent right before heading to the john.”
“What did the text say?” she asked.
“Babe in the blue dress at the bar equals ours.”
Olivia looked at Wade and then back at Dalton. “I see. Guess I’ll have to keep my eye on the both of you.”
“That would be best.” Wade put his beer bottle down on the bar.
“Can we go sit someplace more comfortable?” Dalton asked. He pointed to a sofa across the room.
“Clay told me on the way in that the performance was about to start.” Wade pointed to another doorway. “We could go settle into a booth in the next room.”
“The next room?” Olivia asked.
Dalton nodded. “Where the stage is, and also where the sex show will commence.”
Olivia downed the rest of her champagne in a single gulp. She set the glass down on the bar and said, “Then let’s go to the next room.”
The imminent sex with near strangers, that she wanted so desperately with two perfect men, was about to begin. In the next room would be a demonstration of sorts. If she was still on board with this lifestyle, then she could choose to accompany these two men to something called the Stadium show tomorrow night.
She could also choose to spend tonight with these two men. Heart pounding nearly out of her chest at the thought of even kissing either of these men, Olivia took the plunge. She slid off the barstool ready to forge ahead.
Wade gently took her hand and pulled her along. Dalton plastered his hand in the center of her back and propelled her toward the door, leading to where tonight’s exotic performance would take place.
Olivia walked on trembling legs. She was filled with heady excitement.
She was escorted into a darkened room. A stage took up one whole wall of the place.
There were thirty or so half booths situated on several terraced platforms going from the stage out to the back of the room. Five booths were situated per tier and six tiers fit in the room. They were not the very last trio to enter, but nearly.
Wade led her to a booth in almost the center of the room. She slid into the booth with a low table centered just above her knees. Wade walked around to one side and Dalton entered on the same side she did. Both men slid very close as they settled in the cushioned seat. She was sandwiched between them, and she liked it.
“Want something else to drink before the show starts?” Wade asked.
“No. Thank you.” She didn’t want any distractions. Plus, she’d already gulped down three full drinks tonight. She already felt the warm relaxation properties of the champagne seeping into her limbs.
Wade turned toward her. She looked at his serious face. His blue eyes fairly drilled a tunnel to her soul. “There’s something I need to know,” he said. The serious tone of his voice took her off guard.
Olivia blinked. “What is it?”
He leaned in. So close his mouth was inches from hers. She inhaled his luscious scent and drifted closer to him without conscious effort.
“I need to know what you taste like.” He pressed his lips against hers before she took her next breath.
Chapter Two
Wade figured the kiss was a good idea the moment Olivia launched forward and wrapped her arms around his neck when their lips touched. She swirled her tongue against his in perfect motion as the carnal kiss progressed. He slid one hand along her waist and higher on a trajectory to her breasts.
He cupped one breast and brushed his thumb over the tip. She moaned into his mouth. His cock, which had come to attention at the onset of the kiss, stiffened and pushed against the inside zipper of his slacks.
The moment he’d seen her, he’d known she was a perfect choice for the coming sex-filled weekend. Her upswept hair, her porcelain skin, and those intoxicating aqua eyes made him lustful and hornier than he’d been in months. Her overall appearance screamed upwardly mobile sophistication with repressed sexuality. Her seductive kiss fairly shouted, “Fuck me, I’m yours.”
He’d have her. And so would Dalton. He couldn’t wait. He hoped she would agree to a preview tonight.
Dalton cleared his throat and leaned in to press a kiss to the back of her neck. Wade expected her to startle at the extra set of lips pressed to her skin. She moaned and seemed to relax even further. If she was a part of the evening, and Clay wouldn’t have let her in if she hadn’t been, then she already understood their lifestyle. From the outside she looked a bit proper and untouchable. From the inside she moaned again and gave him sinful ideas about what he wanted to do to her in their immediate future.
Wade reluctantly broke their volcanic kiss. He knew Dalton would want a chance to kiss her as well. He should take the opportunity to kiss her because she tasted delicious.
Olivia was breathing hard when they broke apart. Her eyes were half closed when he pulled back.
She turned and Dalton pressed a kiss to her cheek. She turned again toward him, and he pushed his mouth into hers immediately. Her shoulders blades were pressed against the back of the booth. Wade’s hand slid from her breast to her belly and lower as Olivia and Dalton kissed.
When he pushed her skirt up and slid his hand toward her pussy. She didn’t even seem to notice.
Dalton still blistered her mouth with their initial kiss, and this also made Wade’s cock throb. What a difference an hour made. He hadn’t even expected to find anyone tonight and before he’d even made it inside, Olivia had practically fallen into his arms. He watched their kiss. It aroused him to watch Dalton enjoy her. He moved his hand further up Olivia’s silky, soft inner thigh.
He’d been on his way to the club tonight and wondering if it was worth his time or effort. He and Dalton had shared quite a few women over the years, but lately, they’d slowed down.
They hadn’t discussed anything recently, but Wade wondered if Dalton was ready to settle down with one woman. Or if he’d ever even say anything unless Wade did.
Wade had been headed in that direction for over a year. Each of the few DRMC events this year hadn’t yielded a date they wanted for more than a night. In fact, they hadn’t even fucked the last couple of dates. He hadn’t felt upset, and Dalton seemed even less worried that they hadn’t fucked anyone.
Subconsciously, he searched for more meaning and a permanent spouse, although he and Dalton had never discussed it out loud.
They were new to this club even though they’d shared women before. One of the things that had held him back was that threesome relationships weren’t exactly the norm. The DRMC, and moreover, the town of Ryder, Colorado had changed his perspective.
The norm was different here and included many ménage relationships. They could easily maintain a ménage trio and live on this property. They just needed to find the right girl to join them. Olivia was the first contender in his mind to even come close. In fact, she zoomed straight to the number-one spot of his previously nonexistent list.
She changed everything for Wade. He wanted her with a power he hadn’t felt in ages. She wasn’t the usual type of girl he ever selected. She was a bit more upscale than he’d ever pursued before. Maybe he should have looked for more sophisticated women all this time.
Olivia seemed refined. Very proper. Very sexy. Very fuckable. He wanted her with a force that surprised him. And his randy cock wanted her, too.
Maybe they were about to get lucky tonight. And if not tonight, then definitely tomorrow night at the Stadium.
* * * *
Tongue buried in Olivia’s mouth and dancing a lip-lock tango, Dalton Rourke was so very delighted that he’d decided to attend tonight’s DRMC affair. He’d almost called Wade and canceled, but had opted in for purely sexual reasons. He thought perhaps a mindless fuck, even if it wasn’t with the perfect girl, would clear his head. Of late, he’d felt in a rut. He hadn’t been particularly happy with their current lives sans a woman. But until this moment the fact had never been as clear to him.
He knew it was because of what he and Wade never talked about. A permanent wife. What little they’d talked about was that neither of them had met the right one. Until tonight.
And like a gift from the heavens above came Olivia and her aqua eyes with the stunning body and sex appeal on steroids. The scent of her hair alone made his cock bolt to life with each sniff.
The volcanically erotic kiss they shared currently made the fabric across his lap tighten almost to the point of pain. He longed to let the unruly beast loose, but didn’t want to scare her off in the initial five minutes together. If this was her first time at the rodeo—as she’d so eloquently put it—then he didn’t want to do anything to frighten her into leaving. So far, so good. She hadn’t balked at kissing each of them or being sandwiched between them.
She moaned against his lips as the kiss continued. Her luscious tongue swirled in his mouth with seductive movements and almost made sex redundant. He was about to come in his pants like a schoolboy with his first ever hard-on looking at a girlie magazine.
Dalton was the one to break the kiss he shared with the beguiling Olivia. He stared down into her dreamy-eyed expression, glad that he’d been able to put the smile on her face.
He glanced down and saw Wade with his hand up her skirt.
Excellent. Time to do some exploring.
First, he fastened his hand to one breast and kneaded her through the sexy blue dress she wore. Her nipple peaked in his hand and another excited little sound escaped her lips.
Dalton scraped his thumbnail across the distended tip and got yet another sexy response. Her eyes drifted shut as he and Wade touched her intimately.
All of a sudden the lights dimmed. She sucked in a deep, surprised breath. Neither Dalton nor Wade stopped touching her. The show was about to start, but Dalton figured they were about to have their own private show in this booth. Or they would if he had anything to say about it.
Dalton whispered, “Do you want to watch the show while we explore?”
“Show?” she asked, sounding a little breathy and confused.
“Yes. The sex show is about to start onstage.” She fixed her amazing aqua gaze on his face and just stared at him as if stunned into silence.
Wade kissed her shoulder. His hand was still buried beneath her skirt. When she jumped, Dalton figured Wade had found her hot little clit.
“Is Wade stroking your clit, love?” he asked.
Olivia pushed out a long sigh and nodded.
“May I help him?”
She startled and then eventually nodded once more.
Dalton slid his hand between her legs as Wade retreated. He then put his wet fingertips to his mouth and sucked each tip as Olivia watched, transfixed. The heat of her pussy greeted his exploration the moment his fingertips made it to her inner panty line. He pushed past her skimpy underwear and burrowed two fingers deeply into her hot, slick pussy. Olivia’s shoulders pressed flat against the cushioned booth the moment he penetrated her. He wiggled one finger against her clit and a low, sultry moan escaped her lips.
The show started onstage, but Dalton watched Olivia’s reaction to his fingers being buried in her pussy instead.