Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

Cursing silently, he pulled his phone out and slid his thumb up the screen. “Hey, Dad, I’ll be there in a minute.” He gave an apologetic smile to Marley. “I have to go. Even though my dad’s retired, he shows up to work every day. See you later, butterfly.”

“See you later, tall, dark, and handsome.” Marley laughed, sending his pulse racing. The sound was soft and sexy and he’d never get enough of hearing it. “Have a good day.”

Roarke winked, wishing he could stay. But if he did, then his dad would want to know what was going on. He wasn’t ready to share Marley with his dad just yet. The man would be down the street to the gallery to check her out before he could stop him.

“You have a better one,” he responded, smiling as he headed out the door.

As he left the gallery and walked down the sidewalk, Roarke could feel the happy grin spreading across his face. It stretched and pulled at muscles he didn’t think had ever been used before. That didn’t mean he hadn’t been happy before, because he had, he was, but this was a new happiness spreading through him. He could feel it from the tips of his toes all the way to his ears. Yeah, he had happy ears.

“What’s got you dancing down the street?” a deep male voice asked from behind him. Roarke spun around to see Gray looking at him with one dark-golden brow accompanying the query. “You look like you’re having a good time all by yourself.”

“I just left Marley,” Roarke told his partner smugly. He handed over his cup of coffee, knowing he would have to give it up anyway. Gray was a coffee snatcher. He watched the man take a drink of the strong brew before he handed it back. “She confessed Colt saw her in her pajamas last night. She started to tell me about them, but Dad called. Remind me to kill him.”

That seemed to amaze Gray. “Don’t tell me anything which might incriminate you,” he joked, moving closer. He got him moving again, toward the toy store. “I’d hate to have to arrest you, though the handcuffing and strip search might be fun. Now back to the beautiful Marley Jacobson. Tell me what she said.” Roarke told him, recounting his brief conversation with their woman. Gray nodded. “That sounds promising. She’s loosened up a lot in the matter of a day plus some. And when you kill your dad, let me know. I’ll help you hide the body.”

With Roarke on the bottom step leading into the toy store the two men were the same height. Leaning into the other man, he wrapped his arms around his neck. He brushed his lips over Gray’s square chin before kissing him lightly.

“Come see me at lunchtime, if you can. Maybe Dad will be bored by then and go home to irritate Mom for a while. I know she’s wanted him to put up new clothesline and fix a couple of shutters. I’ll give you a blow job.” The store closed every day at noon for one hour. It was a schedule his great-great-grandfather had begun and it had never been changed. Only outsiders, tourists, ever tried the door during that time. Rumor had it the man went home to visit his wife, a woman he was married to for nearly sixty years. “You can close your eyes and pretend it’s Marley on her knees in front of you.”

Smiling as Gray let out a low groan of torment, he gave him one last kiss before backing up toward the door. Even without looking he knew his dad was waiting just inside the door.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” Gray told him, winking as he walked away toward the cruiser parked down the street.

Roarke admired the man’s tight, muscular ass encased in dark denim as he strolled away. Then he was opening the door to the toy store and walking inside.

“You two need to get a room,” Dennis O’Malley said as he worked on a display of small cars at the front of the store. They were a big seller and he always kept the inexpensive cars where they would catch a kid’s eye. “When are you two going to get married and give me some grandkids?”

Laughing, Roarke imagined how that question would sound to anyone outside of Silver who knew he and Gray were partners. “Soon, we hope. We have an eye on someone.”

“Must be that new woman I saw in town. What’s her name? Marley Jacobson?” It didn’t surprise him that his father knew the latest gossip. The old guys who came into the toy store daily always kept him up-to-date. “I saw her a couple of days ago. She’s a real looker. Just like your mom.”

Okay, his brain was just not going to go there. His mom was pretty, but he wasn’t going to think beyond that. “Yes, she’s very beautiful.”

“What’s Gray think of her?”

“That’s she’s beautiful.”

Dennis O’Malley nodded as he slid the last car on the hook. “Just don’t be letting her get away. The right woman doesn’t come along every day.”

“I’ll do my best. Now, do you think we should start setting up the locomotive display? It won’t be long before people start thinking about Christmas. Trains are always a big seller.”

* * * *

After finishing his patrol Grayson decided to make a little visit to Marley’s gallery. He wished he wasn’t on duty. He knew there was a lot of work to be done inside. He had seen the new, freestanding walls where paintings would be displayed as he had peered in the week before. Only the framing had been done then. Before he went to see Marley he stopped at the bakery to buy a chocolate-filled, cream-puff-style delicacy. He smiled as it was placed in a shiny, pink box with white stripes, looking very much like a gift. He took two plastic forks out of the large ceramic cup on the counter. After choosing two of the hard doggie cookies from another display case, he was back on the hunt within five minutes.

The dogs greeted him at the door as he entered. Marley looked from where she was rolling paint onto the wall, a welcoming smile on her lips. His gaze admired the way her shirt was riding up, allowing him a pretty good view of her tanned stomach. He wanted to grumble when she lowered her arms and the cotton slid back down to her waist. When his gaze wandered back upward to her face, he saw there was a very bright blush across her high cheekbones. She couldn’t quite meet his eyes then and he wondered at it. He didn’t think his admiring glance had been enough to embarrass the woman. Interesting.

Grayson offered the box to her. “I hope you like chocolate.”

Marley moved closer. She smiled again. Her gaze was on the box, again not looking at him. “I love chocolate. I only allow myself to eat it once a week, because I have no self-control where chocolate, or any kind of sweet for that matter, is concerned. If I bought a dozen cookies, I would sit and eat a dozen cookies. I usually just buy a candy bar to satisfy my craving.”

“So, I could tempt you with chocolate anytime.”

The blush, which had faded, now returned full force. “Maybe,” she said shyly, looking at him from beneath the heavy fringe of her dark lashes.

“Oh, there’s a challenge if I ever heard one.” Grayson handed her a cellophane-wrapped fork then opened the box. “It also makes me wonder what you would do for this.”

“Do I have to tell you right now?” A moan escaped her luscious lips as she peered into the box before looking back up at him.

The woman wanted to play. Grayson could see it in Marley’s eyes. There was shyness there, but an excitement, too. “Yes, Marley, you have to tell me right now. What would you do for this chocolate delight?”

Blue-green eyes darted around, not able to lift to his face as her soft skin turned a very telling shade of red. “I, uh…”

“Come on, Marley. Tell me what you would do for this.” Silence, but she lifted those eyes to his face and he saw the plea there. She wasn’t stepping back so his game wasn’t threatening her. “Do I need to lock the door?” The dark head nodded. His cock twitched. “I think we should eat this where we’d be more comfortable, don’t you?”

Marley nodded, and then led him to the rear of the gallery. There were several rooms back here and he saw one was prepared for the dogs. She gave them a command and the pair walked in and flopped down on their beds. They weren’t happy and it was only then that he remembered what he had in the paper bag.

“May I?” He showed her the contents. When she nodded he gave each of the dogs the treats.

Then Gray was following her to the room across the hall, admiring her jean-clad ass as they went. She closed and locked the door. That was promising, he thought, as she began to shift nervously again.

“No time to chicken out. Tell me what you will do for this.”

Silence.

“Marley, tell me,” he said in a stern, no-nonsense tone.

“I’d give you a blow job.”

Lord, he was going to explode right then and there. What had happened to the shy, prim miss they had met just a day and a half before? Obviously she had leapt off a roof somewhere in Silver and left this woman in her stead.

Placing the dessert box on the desk, he reached out to caress the side of her face. The tips of his fingers stroked down to her delicate jaw. She looked up at him, a combination of fear and excitement in her eyes. Obviously Marley didn’t have a lot of experience with these games. He could help her with that.

“Is that it? Just one little blow job, Marley? It’s an awfully tasty treat. Surely it deserves more.”

“Do you have handcuffs?” she whispered, licking the lips he wanted to see wrapped around his cock.

Was the woman trying to kill him? His cock thumped impatiently at his zipper, demanding to be released. “Yes. I have them. What do you want?”

“I want you to handcuff my hands behind my back,” Marley told him in a rush, her voice again little more than a whisper.

Reaching behind his back, Grayson took the handcuffs he carried in a small pouch. With his hands on her shoulders he urged her to kneel at his feet. It was difficult to bend with a cock that felt as if it had suddenly turned to steel, but he managed to cuff her with practiced ease. Stepping back, he stared down at her, his eyes searching her face for any sign that she wasn’t comfortable. There was no such sign to be found. Relief surged through him as strongly as his desire.

Pulling his buckle open, he pulled the leather back then released the top of the button and zipper. His cock sprang free, throbbing hard, the mushroom-shaped head an angry red. “Open your mouth, baby.” Those beautiful lips parted, her mouth opening as he stroked his cock. When she leaned forward to lick away the pearly droplets seeping from the slit, his breath caught in his throat. His heart hammered in his chest, sending his blood racing like liquid fire along his veins.

Grayson’s head fell back on his shoulders as her lips stretched around the head. The sensations running through his body were indescribable. He could barely breathe, let alone think, as Marley began to suck on the head as if it were one of those sweet treats she coveted. She didn’t go beyond the head, her tongue laving over it, swirling around the circumference, dipping back into the hole which continued to dispense droplets of hot cum.

When he looked down at her it was to discover those fantastic eyes watching him. He stared into them for a moment before he examined the entire fantastic image of her loving his cock in the most perfect manner imaginable.

“Take more of it, baby,” Grayson growled roughly, grabbing the base in his fist, holding it still as she began working those soft lips around his cock. A soft, mewling sound escaped her as she took inch after inch of his length. “That’s it. Breathe through your nose.” She seemed to have a little trouble and he had to wonder how many times she’d given a blow job. He would be sure to ask later. But just the thought of those being virginal lips wrapped around him was enough to draw his balls up close to his body. “That’s it. Now I’m going to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours, my lovely captive.”

Another soft whimper at that gave him another clue. Their baby really did want to play like this. Those eyes, surrounded by the thickest lashes he had ever seen, stared pleadingly up at him. Releasing his cock, he slid his fingers through her silky hair. When her mouth continued to slide down the length of his rigid flesh, and he felt her jaw slacken, he pulled back slightly. A whimper of protest reached his ears. Smiling, he stroked her cheekbones with his thumbs before sliding back into the wet heat of her mouth. Within moments he was fucking her mouth. Not hard, not enough to scare her, or make her change her mind, but enough to keep their impromptu game exciting.

“You’re so beautiful, baby, with your mouth sucking down my cock. Maybe I’ll buy you chocolate every day.” There was a growl this time. “I want to see just what you’ll do for it.” She closed her eyes, her entire body relaxing, as he continued to slide his cock in and out of her mouth. Her tongue stroked him, teasing him, rubbing the ultrasensitive spot beneath the head. Her breath blew through her nose as she exhaled, caressing his skin. His balls tightened even more. He was so close. “I want to fuck your mouth hard. Let me fuck your mouth hard, baby. Please.”

Grayson was definitely not above begging. She might have been the one handcuffed, but he was the one bound to her. Marley opened her eyes and looked up at him again. She nodded just a bit. It was enough. He held her head firmly as he began fucking her mouth. Still, not hard or violently, as he might have with Roarke, but with enough force to give her a little thrill of down and dirty.

A long moan was pulled from deep within him as his balls emptied. The length of his cock jerked as semen was pumped. It jetted to the back of her throat. Marley moaned and pushed down on him, taking as much of him as she could, swallowing until she had drained the last from him.

With legs weakened by the powerful orgasm, Grayson stumbled back against the desk. He braced himself there as he tucked his cock back into his jeans and zipped up. Marley was sitting back on her heels, looking up at him with brilliant eyes.