James, Elle Saint - Unbridled and Unridden [The Double Rider Men's Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (20 page)

Karl raised his hands midwaist. “All right you two, enough.” He gave them both a stern look, but Jessica didn’t think she deserved one. This had been a Gregory scheme to make himself look good and her look bad. He probably
did
delete the file.

Jessica said, “Look, Karl. I’ve restored the file. Everything is back to the way it was. Or at least it will be when Gregory puts this morning’s information in. If you don’t need me anymore, I’ll be on my way.”

Karl glanced at her casual clothing as if for the first time since she’d arrived, and she saw on his face that he’d just remembered it was her day off.

“Thank you for coming in on your own time, Jessica. And for restoring the files.”

Gregory frowned. “Aren’t you going to reprimand her for illegally coping company files?”

Karl looked up at the ceiling for a count of three, excused himself and walked away.

“What is your problem?” Jessica asked him as soon as Karl was out of earshot.

“I don’t think it’s right that you are so high and mighty, because you make mistakes, too.”

“Well, not today. But I guess I better watch myself around you. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were gunning for my job.”

The smug look returned. “Bang, bang,” he said and walked away as well.

Jessica needed to ponder this further. The job which had felt so secure only yesterday seemed suddenly in jeopardy. Perhaps she didn’t have time for two men in her love life. Perhaps it was a good excuse to bow out of this wild relationship. She felt certain she’d have a panic attack over some aspects of exhibitionism and ultimately would screw it all up anyway.

They were expecting her to give their lifestyle a chance, but Jessica knew she needed to tell them in person that she couldn’t sacrifice her job, even if she loved them beyond all reason. Plus, it gave her a handy excuse not to worry about her crippling stage fright.

Her eyes welled up as she drove out to the DRMC ranch for quite possibly the last time.

Chapter Thirteen

Boyd smoothed the coverlet over the master bedroom in their home. The house they’d built had five bedrooms, and each one had its own private bathroom. He and Deacon had reserved the biggest of the three master rooms for a time when they added a wife to their lives. They’d each chosen a bedroom flanking the largest master, and all three bedrooms had stunning western views facing the mountains.

He couldn’t wait until Jessica got here to show her that this would be the room that they all shared. The bed was a massive, custom-made wooden sleigh bed. Wider and longer than a standard king bed by a foot or so in each direction, it also had custom-made sheets. For today’s sex feast, a set of soft and silken royal blue sheets were ready and waiting for the three of them to explore each other.

Almost forty minutes after they’d left her at the hotel, Boyd heard a car approaching the house. Deacon had gone to the DRMC security building to ask Clay about something. Before leaving he told Boyd to get started without him and he’d join in later when he got back.

Boyd was confident they could work with her over however much time she needed. They’d slowly but surely teach her to be excited by others watching them making love.

If after, several years, she still wasn’t interested, then he knew he’d be willing to give it up. Jessica was more important.

The doorbell that sounded like the Pike’s Peak cog railway whistle rang out when he was only three steps from the door. To say he was excited was the understatement of the millennium.

The moment he pulled the door open he could tell something bad had happened, even though she smiled when he swung the door wide.

“You made it,” he said more exuberantly than he’d intended. He felt like an idiot. “Did you have any trouble finding us?”

She shook her head. “Nope and the gate code you gave me worked like a charm.”

He motioned for her to cross the threshold and enter. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

He closed the door behind them before asking, “What’s wrong, honey? You look like someone took your birthday away.”

She shook her head, and her smiled widened, but still didn’t warm up. “I’m fine. Where’s Deacon?”

“He went to talk to our security guy, Clay.” Deacon was on his way back with a device for her car so she wouldn’t have to punch a code at the gate. A press of a button from a keychain-sized remote inside her car give her permanent access.

Not an engagement ring, but a precious commodity all the same. If Clay would even give up one of the devices.

Boyd pulled her into his arms and plastered his mouth across her lips. He licked his way inside and into the unique, sweet taste of her. Before too long, she kissed him back with equal vigor. He slid a hand down to her butt and pulled her closer to the ridge of his cock now tenting his pants.

He wanted her. And each time he saw her didn’t diminish his desire. He hooked his hand beneath her thigh and pulled her leg up and around his hip. This opened the space between her legs and made it easier for him to push his cock against her hot center.

She moaned against his lips and his cock pulsed in desire. He lifted her up against his body and carried her several feet toward the bedroom.

She broke the kiss to ask, “Where are you taking me?”

“Our room.”

She smiled lightly. “We have a room?”

“You bet, honey. And the bed is huge. I’m about to take you there, lay you down on it, and fuck you until you believe it.”

“What happens if I already believe it right now?”

He shrugged. “Same thing.”

She laughed and held on to him tighter. “I guess I don’t get a tour until I put out, is that right?”

“Look around. This is our house. Here let me show you the bed…I mean bedroom first.”

“You are so funny.”

“Better you think I’m funny than funny looking.”

“Please. You’re gorgeous. No one would ever call you funny looking.” She sighed.

“Not true, honey, I was what you’d call a late bloomer. I was all boney and lanky all through school. My muscles were late to make an appearance. My nickname in high school was Scarecrow.”

“I don’t believe you.” Her attitude was surprisingly fervent and passionate.

“Well, it’s true.” He kicked the right side bedroom door open and deposited her on the end of the bed. Then he pulled the T-shirt off over his head, flung it behind him, and flexed both bicep muscles. “When I joined the military, they helped buff me up.” He lifted one arm to his mouth and kissed his bicep bulge.

“Look at this gun, honey. Now no one dares call me funny looking.” His wide grin backed his claim. And he hoped to cheer her up.

She smiled a slow shy smile that reached all the way to her eyes this time. “I think you’re perfect.”

He dropped his arms and immediately took his pants off. “So are you undressing yourself, or am I doing it?” He stepped out of his jeans now pooled on the floor at his feet. He was already barefoot. “Either way, you’re getting naked in the next sixty seconds.”

She gazed at his body and then focused in on his groin area. “Come here,” she said in a husky tone.

He walked closer, his cock bobbing all the way. “At least take your shirt off so I can look at your breasts.”

“If you insist.” She pulled the halter top off and opened the front enclosure of her strapless bra. It fell onto the bed. She then reached out for his cock once more.

She brushed her ultrasoft fingertips across his shaft and squeezed once she’d stroked the length of him.

“I need a taste,” she said as her only preamble to putting her mouth around him and sucking him deeply into warm nirvana.

“Jesus, you’re so good at that.” Boyd thought there was nothing as fucking amazing as having a woman’s mouth wrapped around his dick, sucking like she tried to pull an orgasm out faster.

She exerted more pressure and his knees buckled. He recovered and locked his legs so he wouldn’t fall on the floor. And he absolutely wasn’t going to come in her mouth, but it sure felt like heaven to pump in and out like he might.

Grabbing the back of her head with both hands, he looked down at his cock sliding in and out between her luscious lips. The visual alone was enough to spike his desire into the pre-cum phase.

He had control, but only barely. He pulled out of her mouth before it got critical.

“Take the rest of your clothes off, honey. I’m ready to reciprocate.”

She stood up, kicked her shoes off, and pulled her pants down.

“Get up on the bed. Let the silky sheets caress your body.”

She turned her back on him and climbed on all fours across the surface of the bed to the headboard. Legs bent and wide enough to see her glistening pussy, Jessica reclined on the pillows and rested her head against the padded leather headboard.

Boyd crawled to her and buried his face between her legs.

“I don’t want to come until you do.”

“Got it.”

Boyd grabbed her thighs and licked her pussy lips wet from her excitement. He’d only taken two or three licks when he heard Deacon. Since his friend remained so quiet, Boyd assumed he was just going to watch them for now.

He hadn’t spent thirty seconds before she moaned. “Stop, Boyd, I’m nearly there.”

He lifted his head and met her aroused gaze. He quickly grabbed a condom from the bedside stash, rolled it into place, and returned. He didn’t see Deacon anywhere, but knew he watched from somewhere. An extra thrill bounded through him at the thought of being watched making love to Jessica. He pretended that Clay was also in attendance.

“Want to get on top and ride me?”

Her pupils widened as she nodded. Boyd laid down in the center of the bed and she slowly crawled on top of him. The kisses started on his belly and didn’t stop until she kissed his lips.

“You taste like sex,” she said with a laugh.

“Impale yourself on my wide cock and you’ll taste some more.”

Her pussy hovered over the tip of his cock. She lowered herself onto him slowly, carefully inching her way to full penetration. Boyd had to force his hips to stay still and let her do it at her own pace. She still felt as tight as if they’d been machined to fit together. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, but she might as well be for as euphoric as he felt each time he put his cock inside her pussy.

When he was finally embedded all the way inside, she murmured, “Your cock is so enormous, Mr. Caldwell. You barely fit inside my virginal space.”

“Ride me hard and fast, honey, if you really want to feel how huge I am.” At this rate, he wasn’t going to last five strokes before shooting off like a short-fused firecracker on the Fourth of July.

On her knees, straddled and fully impaled on his cock, Jessica was a sight to behold. Her dark hair, loose and flowing past her shoulders, danced around her as she began to move up and down on his cock.

Hands behind his back, Boyd watched her lift and plunge over him again and again. Her expression was rapturous. She pushed out a sigh with each penetration. The sighs soon turned to moans.

Boyd kept his eyes on her even though her eyes were closed. Like a treasured prize, he knew he could watch her for a lifetime and never get tired of seeing her move.

She bent forward and all her hair came sliding over her shoulders to pool on his chest. He reached out and stroked her silken locks as she sped her movements.

Her moans got louder and louder. She lifted up, flipping her hair back. Boyd reached up and put both hands on her breasts. Her nipples pebbled against his palms. He tugged at the tips with fingertip and thumb, wishing he could reach them with his mouth.

No sooner had he started pinching her nipples than she tilted her head back, shrieked to the ceiling, and climaxed. Her pussy clamped on his cock so hard and so fast, he lost it in the next beat of his heart.

He surged upward as she came down and released with a force he hadn’t been expecting, considering he’d fucked her sweet virgin ass this morning.

She fell forward, her pert-tipped breasts brushing the few hairs he had on his chest lightly.

“That was amazing to watch,” Deacon said from the door of the room.