Saving Treasure (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (4 page)

Chad studied James’s reaction to Treasure as he watched her for a moment. He knew James was also studying him as he looked her up and down. James left the room, and Chad finally just followed him toward the other room. James eyed his bare chest, noticing the now-finished tattoo he had finally gotten. The design was a black ink, intricate, circular design that had caught his attention during a world-history course. The tattoo itself looked like a tree in a looping swirl of branches, interlocked in a Celtic round knot that was twisted into the frame. Green, red, and blue had been added as a background.

“Saving women from wrecks to bring home to our lair now?” Chad quipped, not really sure how to deal with the situation.

A squeak behind them caused both to jump and face Chad’s doorway. James stepped toward her, shushing her and guiding her back to bed. It was obvious from her stumbling that she was still very groggy. Chad’s breath whooshed out of his chest as he got a better look at her. She was swimming in clothes that Chad recognized as belonging to James. He had a momentary vision of what she would look like if she were wearing either his shirt or sweats. He heard James cooing her back to sleep, and Chad felt a pang of guilt for waking her up even though she was in his bed and he’d had no way of expecting her to be there.

He was intrigued. She felt right next to him, and she looked right next to James. Fantasies of the three of them danced before him as his cock inflated. He sat on the bed when James stepped back into the room. Chad looked at him expectantly. He needed answers right then.

“I saw her before the wreck when I stopped, and she looked like she needed someone before then. Shit! She was already covered in bruises. Then she wrecked. She wasn’t really hurt from that except for yet another bruise from the damn seat belt, but Selena was worried about the bruising that is covering her ribs. That girl begged me to not take her to the hospital or call the cops. I don’t know who she is running from, but I’m going to find out.”

James looked at him hopefully, and Chad was not sure what he was waiting to get from him. Chad had to breathe through the haze of his temper. The news was hard to stomach, and he knew that James had probably had the same reaction as soon as he saw those dark and devastating marks. The mere thought of guys beating on girls made both of them sick. They were true Southern boys who were raised to love their mamas and never ever raise a hand toward a woman. Women were supposed to be equal, but a man never treated a woman like a man. It was a complex double standard that no one ever questioned, as it was ingrained in them from birth.

All Chad received was a nod before James attacked his mouth, covering his body with his own gloriously heavy and muscled one. Their kiss was a savage outlet for their passion. Teeth clicked together, and breath mingled. They both moaned quietly, letting the kiss change and bring them closer together. James’s hastily pulled-on sweats were all that separated them now. James slipped his hand up to the tattoo on Chad’s chest and began to trace the edges reverently. Chad’d always wanted to create a tattoo that used that interwoven symbol. They rubbed against each other, grinding hard and breathing harder. Chad took that moment to slip his hand into James’s sweats and gripped the hard length that was straining toward him. James fell into Chad’s arms.

His grip was firm and familiar, dragging a hot groan from James. His grip was firmer as the thrusts started to synchronize with his stroking.

He shoved the pants down, removing it as he went to his knees, making James stand again before being pushed firmly down onto the bed.

Chad had allowed their relationship to go undefined since he wasn’t sure how he wanted to define it. Neither had ever considered a relationship with another guy. James was more than willing to consider it with Chad.

The smooth head of James’s enflamed cock bumped his lips as he slipped his tongue out to stroke and taste the underside of the head. He licked off the pearl of liquid that was seeping out from the teasing.

Chad felt James try to thrust into his mouth, wanting more of that warm, wet feeling and the rough scrape of his teeth. He loved that he could be rough with him. They both craved the roughness despite the fact that nothing could replace the softness of a woman’s touch. James’s touch was rougher than he had ever had with a woman, and he could be just as forceful in return. He had waited over two months to feel this again. The teeth dragged along the length of his shaft to the purple mushroom head as the suction tried to pull him back inside. Chad pulled his warm mouth slowly away, letting James’s dick almost pop out before sucking him back in quickly, pushing him as far back as he could get. He swallowed around James’s cockhead, making his hips jerk in an attempt to assuage his greedy nature for more of that, seeking the release that Chad was using to taunt him.

Chad knew when James felt his first orgasm start to flare quickly to the surface, as James tried to stave it off to enjoy more of this intense connection. He began to push farther and harder into Chad’s mouth. Chad was shocked that he had a flash of Treasure’s face in his mind as he swallowed James’s cum. That was enough to snap him out of his haze during the afterglow.

Chad looked up at James’s face. He saw a look flash across James’s face, but before he could ask, James pulled him to sit on the bed and got between his legs. James swallowed Chad’s lips in a kiss, using his teeth to suck Chad’s lip between his teeth to nibble. Chad’s tongue soon followed, bringing James’s own erotic taste into the kiss. James stabbed his tongue into Chad’s mouth, mimicking what his cock had just done.

James broke the kiss as he and Chad stared at one another. He grabbed Chad’s red, weeping dick and pumped the shaft until his and Chad’s hips were both moving. James leaned down and swallowed almost all of the hot tool he had been wildly stroking, in a single swallow.

The act was more primal than it had been before. There seemed to be a level of desperation to honestly reciprocate. James was much wilder than he normally was as he dragged his teeth along the length and nipped at the head, but the sensations were overpowering Chad’s willpower to last. He panted as he bucked into James’s mouth, relishing the sensations flowing through him as he approached the point of no return.

Heat pooled in the lower part of his belly until it exploded.

James gulped the creamy offering from Chad before he slid into the bed next to him, wrapping an arm around him. They curled together as they drifted into sleep. Both were dreaming about the girl in the next room joining them.

Treasure felt groggy as she started to wake to an unfamiliar bed and room. She faintly remembered a man who was getting in the bed with her, but trying to determine whether that was something that actually happened or a dream was something she just couldn’t do right then. She felt drugged and woozy. She started to try to stand, but her legs felt wobbly. She groaned when her ass hit the bed, immediately punishing her for getting up rather than staying where she was. Then, her bladder protested its fullness.

She held on to the bed, stumbling as she made her way without walking into anything. She needed to find the bathroom.

Before she opened the door, she looked down and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she was at least completely covered. She had no clue whose clothes she was now wearing or how she had come to wear them, but it didn’t matter at the moment. She felt the pants drooping a bit and tightened them.

She felt safe. That was all that really mattered to her.

Opening the door, she realized it was really bright in the hallway, and the glaring light was coming from the room at the end.

There were two doors to her right, a door to the immediate left, and another door on the left, farther down the hall. She went to the door closest to her on the right and found another bedroom. The bed was a disaster and empty. There were heaps of clothes on the floor that looked as though they had been yanked from the open duffle sitting on the desk chair. There were dark curtains drawn closed, like in the room she had used. The room smelled masculine, not dirty but definitely male. The whole house did, but this room held that strong, musky odor that could make a woman cream her pants.

She loved it.

The bed was a good bit bigger, too. She couldn’t explain why this drew her attention, but it did. The whole room was bigger. It made almost an
L
shape with a door that was open. She could see just far enough into the room that it led to a bathroom.

She stepped back and closed the door before looking around to make sure no one was around her. She turned around and opened the door that was closest to the door to the room she had slept in. It merely held shelves that contained blankets, sheets, towels, and a few other odds and ends. She closed that door and headed farther down the hallway.

The other door on the left was closer, so she peered in the room and found an assortment of exercise equipment and a sweaty guy who was running on the treadmill, facing the wall that almost seemed to be made of huge windows that let in a lot of rejuvenating sunlight. She studied him in awe, taking in his blond hair and glistening shoulders.

The sweaty guy had blond hair that was longer than the norm but not overly long. At the moment, it was soaked with the sweat, causing it to stick to his head as well as stick out all over the place. His bare back showed muscles flexing and shifting. His sweatpants were loose and dark, not giving a lot of detail to what was beneath. Getting that picture out of her head was never going to happen, but she managed to shake herself into concentrating on taking care of her needs, barely.

She quietly closed the door, trying not to make a single sound. She breathed a sigh of relief when it seemed as though she still hadn’t been discovered.

She turned to the last door she saw on the right, opening it with a small prayer for the bathroom. It was a closet that contained a vacuum and other cleaning implements.

Treasure felt frustration and desperation build inside her. She stepped into the large, open sitting area that held a huge TV and cabinets around it. It was open, with a banister acting as a wall and allowing those in the room to look down into the kitchen and living room. The house was obviously being renovated, but she was more interested in finding a bathroom ASAP.

There were magazines on the tables and cabinets, some opened to different pages. There was a coffee cup and a couple of glasses sitting on the surfaces of the end tables, coffee table, and a plate on the matching cabinet. The room was cluttered rather than dirty, making it feel lived-in and used. It was also warm with its rich brown furniture. It was definitely a man’s area.

She noticed a door in her peripheral vision to the right. She opened it, praying desperately.

It was a spacious bathroom with a nice shower and large tub as well as a toilet. She stepped in and locked the door exuberantly before relieving herself and cleaning herself the best she could without her toothbrush, brush, and her own clothes. Maybe she could ask the guy to take her to go get her stuff and take a good long soak in that tub. She shook her head. Now she was assuming she would be staying here longer than an hour or so.

The twinge in her side as she stood up reminded her of the bruise she knew had to be along her ribs. A deep breath drew her attention to something tight around her middle.

She lifted the huge shirt and noticed a bandage wrapped snuggly around her middle. She took the shirt off completely and noticed the faint bruising from her seat belt across her shoulder and some of her abdomen that she could see. She turned and looked at her back in the mirror and gasped at the dark bruising along her ribs. It was an angry reddish-purple color.

“Oh shit. I hope he didn’t see me like this,” she moaned as she thought about the incredibly tall man who had pulled her from her car. She faintly remembered him helping her to somewhere, and she recalled a woman who had a soothing Southern drawl that kept telling her that she would be fine. Selena was that woman’s name. There was no way anyone could have fixed her up without noticing all of these damn marks on her. She knew that. She remembered Selena, so maybe she would find her somewhere in this house. She sent up a quick prayer that no one had called any sort of law enforcement.

She also recalled who she believed was the runner getting into bed with her. She wasn’t sure if he had slept in that bed with her or if that would have been such a bad thing. She shook her head and admonished herself for her bad, bad thoughts. Hell, she didn’t even know either guy’s name. She somewhat thought he left when he had discovered her, but she couldn’t be sure.

Creeping out of the bathroom that was now her favorite bathroom, she slipped into the room and walked directly into the man who had pulled her from her car. She knew then for sure that he was also the same man from the rest stop.

He was tall, really tall. She estimated that he may have lacked an inch from being six and a half feet tall. Then again, she thought, she could be wrong about that inch. His shoulders were incredibly wide, and she could now tell he was built. He had dark hair with curls that brushed his shoulders. It looked soft and seemed to be inviting her itchy fingers to run through it. His skin was dark and tan, giving it a warm look that begged for her to touch it and even lick it. She wondered if he tasted as good as he looked, like spicy chocolate.

She sucked in a breath and tried to kick those thoughts out of her head. She had never been a very sexual person, so she had no clue where these thoughts were coming from. Maybe her libido was finally kicking in.