Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

Ready to hide the book should the woman pop out from nowhere, Marley crept back down the long hall, her toes squishing into the luxurious runner beneath her feet.

“Have you found something to read?” a deep male voice asked.

Marley nearly peed herself, her surprise was so great. Spinning around, she clutched the book against her heaving chest as she stared, wide-eyed, in the direction from which she’d come. She could feel her heart pounding beneath the racy novel she had clutched against her. Standing in the doorway to his bedroom was the deliciously handsome, decadently sexy Colt Redford. And he was only wearing silk sleeping pants. At least she believed they were silk. Considering the guy’s apparent wealth, what else would the man wear?

Though she wasn’t interested in starting a relationship with any man, she wasn’t stuck in some little vacuum where she couldn’t admire or feel. Oh yeah, he was one hot stud. Her gaze roamed over him. Not one single strand of black hair was out of place on his head. His exotic looks made her nipples harden beneath her pajama top. Her
cotton
pajama top. She believed it was imported cotton. The cheap kind she could afford because she wasn’t into spending extra money when she didn’t have to. But as she refocused her attention on Colt she recalled she had seen a painting of his great-grandmother. Ellen had said the woman was Russian.

Whatever his bloodlines, he was the epitome of male beauty. Marley’s gaze roamed over him as he obviously humored her feminine interest. She watched as he leaned against the edge of the doorjamb, crossing his muscular arms over his wide chest. The man was golden brown all over. There was not a hair to be found on his torso. She guessed he shaved. The tips of her fingers burned, wanting to touch all that beautiful skin. She wondered if he shaved elsewhere, there, below the cream silk pajama pants.

Marley lost her breath as her mind went into forbidden territory. With her gaze fixed on his lower half she noted he wasn’t unaffected by her study of him. And wow, wasn’t there a lot to the man. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. She yanked them up from his swelling groin before they fell out onto the floor.

“Want to come in to play with us, Marley?” Colt asked with a smile on his firm, sculptured mouth. “You’re more than welcome to,” he added when she said nothing.

Blinking, Marley stepped back. “No. I’m good.”

This seemed to amuse him. Colt straightened as he chuckled. “Enjoy the book. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Spinning around, Marley all but ran down the hall, not caring that he was probably getting a pretty good view of her backside in the skimpy boy shorts she was wearing. Resisting the impulse to slam the door behind her, she hurried across the room and turned on the bedside lamp. Warm light bathed the room, but didn’t quite dispel the sensation of the man being in the room with her.

“Oh, wow,” Marley said aloud, fanning herself with her hand. “That man’s got something extra built in.”

She wondered why Colt was in the house. And he evidently wasn’t alone. The lovely Bliss and Clarissa were likely the women in his bedroom, though she was just guessing. She knew little about the man beyond his being her realtor. She had, however, met him on the street one day as he and the two women exited the restaurant at the Silver Star Hotel. He had smoothly introduced the pair clinging to his arms, as sleekly dressed as he was. They were a matched set with their soft auburn hair and gray eyes, their petite frames and creamy white skin. There was one more thing she saw. The two women adored the tall man between them.

Climbing up onto the high bed, Marley chewed her lip as she looked at the glossy paper cover of the book. There was a woman bound, blindfolded, with a gag in her mouth. It wasn’t her usual reading material. Actually she couldn’t ever remember reading any kind of erotic work, fiction or nonfiction. Sure, there was the steamy romance novel from time to time, but nothing which really crossed any boundaries, either real or imagined.

Taking a deep breath Marley opened the book and leaned back against the pillows, her eyes widening with the very first words.

Groaning when the first rays of the sun crept into the bedroom, Marley pushed herself up and rolled over onto her back to groan again. She was dead tired, but she knew she was going to have to get up. Not only did she have a full day of work ahead of her, she had dogs to walk. Dogs whose eyes she could feel boring holes into her at that very moment.

Turning her head she looked at Barney and Martha. They cocked their heads one way then the other, obviously wondering why she wasn’t up and seeing to their needs.

As she got out of bed the sheet slid down her naked body, reminding her of what had taken place the night before. She hadn’t gotten beyond the first chapter before she was yanking her pajamas off and stroking her breasts and pussy. By the second chapter she had her fingers buried inside her cream-filled channel, her thumb rubbing over her aching clit.

Holding onto the book had become nearly impossible as Marley read on through one orgasm after another. She was quite shocked by the contents of the book and even more shocked by her very obvious enjoyment of it.

By the fifth chapter she had tossed the book aside, completely mindless with a burning desire so deep she felt it as a hunger which needed to be fed. That’s when she began fantasizing about the handsome sheriff Grayson Evans and the stunningly beautiful Roarke O’Malley. Both men were so drop-dead gorgeous. She imagined them in the bed with her, kissing and licking her body from head to toe, their hands exploring, their fingers probing.

When Marley’s own fingers failed to bring that last teasing orgasm, she rushed to her suitcases and dug through the largest of them until her useless digits wrapped around the large latex shaft. With an exclamation of triumph she yanked the purple rabbit vibrator out of the depths of its hiding place and ran back to the bed, even as her thumb pressed the button. She was so excited there was no need for lube. Trembling fingers parted the swollen lips of her sex before the vibrator was plunged in. A shriek of pleasure left her lips and her body arched as the vibrations hit her clitoris and wrapped around her pubic bone.

“Oh, fuck me harder!” Marley cried, her eyes pressed shut and her imagination set on overdrive. It was the big, powerful Grayson covering her body, his long, thick cock thrusting deep into her pussy, thrusting in and out like a piston. His hands were beneath her ass, holding her hips close as he fucked her into the mattress. His massive chest crushed her breasts. His breath was hot on her skin as he began biting her neck and the curve of her shoulder. “Grayson, please fuck me harder!” Strong fingers bit into her soft flesh as he slowed, rocking and lifting, grinding as he drove into her welcoming depths. He hit her clitoris with every grinding stroke, then her G-spot. Her body was on fire. Her breath was coming in fits from between her parted lips.

Then she saw them, stars of every size and color as the world exploded around her. Grayson plowed his huge cock into her until he joined her, his balls emptying of semen, spurt after spurt pulsing from a cock so hard she knew she would still feel it in the morning. Strong teeth attached themselves to the muscle between her neck and shoulder, causing her to scream again as one last orgasm ripped through her.

Blushing hotly from head to toe, Marley searched the sheets for the vibrator. She wrapped it in a pair of underwear before tucking it away. She would clean it later. Right now she just wanted it out of sight.

Twenty minutes and a hot shower later, she felt ready to face the world again. Almost. As she glanced toward the suitcase she felt her skin overheat again. She was almost out the door, the dogs on her heels, when she remembered the book.

Gasping, Marley ran back to the bed. She had made it, but she guessed that one of the staff would come in to decontaminate the room once she was gone for the day. She searched around the bed until she found the book. Snatching it up off the floor she then shoved it into the suitcase along with her guilt and unfulfilled fantasies. She hadn’t gotten to Roarke yet. Yep, she felt real guilty about leaving the guy hanging.

Marley was looking forward to going to bed that night. She grinned and ran down the stairs with the dogs running beside her.

Roarke admired the dancing butterflies as Marley walked quickly down Silver’s main street with the two Great Danes at her side. He’d always loved butterflies. Now there was a new butterfly madness forming in his brain. All he could think about was kissing each and every one of those beautiful winged creatures, tracing them with his fingertips as his cock slid in and out of her hot pussy.

Where did those butterflies begin? And where did they end? Roarke’s cock twitched, thickening, as he continued to wonder about the alluring Miss Marley Jacobson. He followed her down the street until she got to the old gallery she was refurbishing. He caught up with her just as she was unlocking the door. Barney woofed in greeting but shot inside past her, galloping along the long room until he disappeared into the back of the store turned art gallery.

“What’s up with him?”

Marley laughed. It was a soft, sexy sound which sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. “His favorite toy is back there. We forgot to take it home with us last night.” She fussed with putting the key in the pocket of skintight jeans, not looking at him. Roarke wondered about that. He also wondered what was putting the bright color in her cheeks. “Do you work?”

Roarke nodded, grinning. “Though I’m terribly wealthy, I do work. I was on my way there when I saw you. I was just about to dash into the coffee shop for something hot and fattening. Can I get you anything?”

“Sure. Your choice. I’m not picky as long as it’s strong, sweet, and has whipped cream on it.”

Leaning close to her, he whispered in her ear. “That sounds like the definition for Gray. And we can always add the whipped cream.” His lips skimmed the edge of her ear, as light as the touch of a butterfly’s wing. He pulled back and grinned down at her. There was definitely something up with her. The blue-green eyes staring up at him were hiding something. “Be back in a moment.”

As he waited for his order to be filled he wondered if anyone would mind if he went into the restroom and jerked off. He only hoped no one noticed the erection pressing against his zipper. Thankfully he was close to the counter where the orders were paid for. Desperate, he thought of Miss Jersey, Colt’s secretary. He tried picturing her naked, relieved when that worked. His cock shriveled up and crawled inside him.

Marley opened the front door to the gallery for him as Roarke returned. They smiled at one another, though he noted her captivating eyes shifted away from his quickly and that mysterious blush was covering her cheekbones again.

“I hear Colt had to spend the night at the big house last night,” he said carefully, watching her closely. Had Colt tempted the beautiful woman into his bed? It wouldn’t be the first time it had happened and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

But Marley didn’t hesitate to answer. She nodded and looked at him as she accepted the coffee from him. She pulled the lid of and slurped the whipped cream off with little elegance and a lot of enthusiasm. Roarke nearly groaned out loud as his cock began hardening again as he watched the tip of her pink tongue swipe over her upper lip, removing every trace of the creamy substance. Fuck, he couldn’t wait until she licked his cock with that tongue.

“Yes, he did. He surprised me, because when I went to get a book from his library I didn’t know he was there. I was on my way back to my room when he came out of his bedroom.”

She wasn’t hiding anything, but she was still obviously nervous. Hmmm, this was very interesting indeed. Roarke sipped his coffee as he continued to watch every nuance in her facial expressions. She was something of an open book. Everything she was feeling was right out there.

“Were Bliss and Clarissa there?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see or hear anyone else, but I don’t believe he was alone.” She grinned suddenly. “I’m afraid I all but ran off. I was in my pajamas, after all.”

“Really?” Roarke felt his eyebrows shoot up. “And what kind of pajamas were you wearing?”

Though Marley seemed to be loosening up since their first meeting, she wasn’t going to spill her guts just yet. She grinned at him and tossed that gorgeous waterfall of dark brown silk over her left shoulder so it spilled down her back.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Roarke moved closer, getting in her space. He took it as a good sign when she didn’t retreat. “Oh, yeah, I’d like to know. Were they skimpy?”

“Slightly.”

“Tell me more.”

“Beg me,” she teased, her eyes sparkling like the sun on the Caribbean. She bit her full lower lip as she contemplated her flirting, something that was obviously a new game for her to play with a man. Refreshing. How far would she go?

“Marley, please put me out of my misery.”

There was a long silence between them. They stared at one another. Roarke knew Marley wanted to be bolder. He could see it in her eyes. She wanted to be naughty, but didn’t know how. He could help her with that. So could Gray.

Roarke, however, wouldn’t get to play. His phone rang at that moment, causing him to curse beneath his breath. Her mouth snapped shut on whatever answer she had been going to give him. She grinned like the Cheshire cat and danced away from him.