Ecstasy Times Two Plus Three [The Dakota Dynasty 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (17 page)

When they stepped into the foyer, Nick was surprised to see that the amenities were new, obviously expensive, and absolutely spotless. At the front desk, a liveried man waited behind the counter with a half smile touching his lips.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” he said, rising from his chair. “My name is Arthur. And you are…?”

“Nick Falcone and Caleb Hoffmann. We’re here to see—”

“Ms. Amberson. Yes, I’ve been informed. You’ve been expected. The elevators are right over there. I’ll send you up.”

Nick watched as Arthur tapped some keys on his computer. When he did, the elevator doors hissed open.

“What the hell?” he muttered.

“Lydia’s up to something,” Caleb replied. “Man, I can feel her vibes all over this place.” He stopped and turned back to the footman. “What floor is she on?”

“She’s on the third floor, but I’ll take care of that for you.”

The men stepped into the elevator and the doors closed. When Nick touched the button for the third floor, the light didn’t come on. But a moment later, the elevator started its ascent.

“Arthur controls the elevator,” Nick said. The interior of the elevator was polished walnut, new, and practically smelled of money. Nick got a queer feeling in the pit of his stomach. “What the hell is going on around here?”

“I think Lydia’s got some explaining to do.”

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened automatically. Nick stepped out, then stopped dead when he saw Lydia standing in one of the doorways across from the elevator. She was wearing a matching white ensemble of bra, thong, garter belt, thigh-highs, and white pumps with what had to be five-inch stilettos. The lingerie was lace-trimmed and sexy as hell. The bra was sheer and seemed to be having some difficulty containing its owner’s extravagant breasts.

When Lydia started walking toward them, her breasts moving tautly, Nick felt his cock instantly come alive inside his slacks.

“Are you sure you should be out here dressed like that?” Nick asked.

“Oh, all those doors?” Lydia gave him an innocent look. “From out here, it appears there are twelve separate apartments, four along each wall. In reality, those four along that wall are really just a single apartment. As for the other apartments, they haven’t been sold yet. So we’re here, all alone.”

She snaked her arms around Nick’s neck, leaned into him so that her lush breasts compressed against his chest, and gave him a thirty-second French kiss that, when finished, had succeeded in giving him a full-blown erection. When she turned and gave a similar greeting to Caleb, Nick saw that the back of the thong was little more than a string. Wanton memories of being in the hotel in Canada, watching his own cock wedging her cheeks apart as he fucked her ass, came back to him, and a shiver worked its way up his spine.

“Come with me, my darlings,” Lydia said brightly. “As you can see, I haven’t quite finished dressing yet, but I want you to see something special.”

“What could be more special than you?” Nick asked, not even a little bit sarcastically.

Lydia pushed the door open and stepped aside, but not so far that when the men entered the apartment, their shoulders didn’t brush against the tips of her breasts. She issued a soft sigh at the fleeting contact. Nick glanced down at Caleb’s crotch and wasn’t the slightest bit surprised to see that beneath the denim material of his jeans was a big, hard cock straining to be freed.

“What are we doing here?” Nick asked, a bit of an edge to his tone.

“We’re negotiating,” Lydia replied. “You’ve got a nice home that you want Caleb and I to move into. He’s got a big ranch that he’d like you and me to move into. But we can’t really do that because if we do, all of New Oslo is going to know we’re in a
ménage
relationship within the week. And we can’t fly out of the country every time we want to make love, now can we?” She stepped up to the men and placed her hands over their bulging crotches. “Just keep an open mind. That’s all I’m asking.”

“What are the odds of me thinking straight with you dressed like that?”

Lydia laughter was musical, and Nick resisted the urge to tackle her to the floor and make love to her right then and there.

* * * *

So far, so good.

Lydia turned her back on her men and began giving them the grand tour of the apartment she hoped the three of them would share. She understood their not wanting to leave their own residences. After all, they’d spent both time and money making them exactly the way they wanted them. But with small-town prying eyes, and small-town gossiping tongues, and small-town mindsets, it would be utterly impossible for their threesome love affair to remain a secret. Even with all the clout she had because she was one of the Amberson siblings, she wouldn’t be able to keep her illicit conduct a secret, and wouldn’t be able to stop the vicious innuendoes and rumors.

“What we’ve done here is torn down various walls, or put in doors, so that instead of there being four separate apartments on this side of the building, there’s actually just one large apartment.” Lydia made a motion with her hand. “This is the living room, which I think you’ll find comfortable once we get the right furniture. There’s nothing in here now because they only finished making the renovations late last night.”

“That was the heated call when we were in Canada? Right before we got in the limo.”

Lydia looked at Nick and grinned shyly. “I had them put on extra men and work around the clock to get this done on time.” She looked down at Nick’s erection tenting his slacks, and briefly caught her lower lip between her teeth. “I can’t begin to tell you how much I’d love to be on my knees right now, but I’ve got to finish this tour. It’s a sales pitch, in case you can’t tell.”

She turned and headed for the media room. She could feel their heated gazes on her buns as she walked, and didn’t resist the urge to slightly exaggerate the sway of her hips.

“You can think of this room as your man cave,” she said, opening a door wide. “I’m envisioning for you men an enormous flat-screen TV, along with a couple big, leather La-Z-Boy chairs, and a mini-refrigerator and fully stocked liquor cart. You can watch your football and hockey, your NASCAR, and anything else you want, and I won’t be there to roll my eyes in disgust at your macho behavior.”

Caleb said, “You know, I’m really starting to like the way you think.”

“See over there? It’s a gas fireplace, not a real one, but I think you’ll like it.” She walked over to it. “Come closer. It looks exactly like a real wood fireplace.”

She touched a hidden button on the side, and the flames came to life beneath and around the artificial pine logs.

“I like it,” Nick said. He put an elbow up on the marble mantle above the fireplace. “Be nice to stand here on a snowy winter night, just having gotten home, sipping a scotch on the rocks.”

“Wouldn’t it be even nicer for you to stand there sipping your cocktail only to look down to see me on my knees, making a meal out of that big, delicious cock of yours?”

Nick groaned. “Don’t talk that way. I’m already hard as a rock. Do you want me to come in my pants?”

Lydia laughed and turned her back. “Come on, there’s more to show you.”

“What I want to know,” Caleb said, “is how this is going to stay secret from New Oslo. If you and Nick can’t move to my ranch because of prying eyes, how’s this going to be any more secret?”

Lydia stopped in the doorway and turned to face her men. Her confidence had been growing during the tour, but suddenly she felt terror in the pit of her stomach. She’d made a lot of sales pitches in her life, but none were more important than this one.

“My brother Dylan owns this building. He has the entire top floor that he shares with Bulldog and Candice Olssen.”

She watched as their eyes opened wide in shock. Nick asked, “Your brother’s in a ménage affair with Candice and the sheriff?”

“Yes. Not many people know about it, and none know about it by accident. Arthur, downstairs at the front desk, controls the elevator. All access, coming and going, is carefully guarded. From the outside, it’ll just look like we all happen to live in the same apartment building, when in reality the three of us will be living together. Since Dylan owns the building, he can regulate who our neighbors are. As you can well guess, he’ll be very selective.”

“Candice having an affair with two men?” Caleb said quietly. “Who would have thought that possible?”

“Did you ever think you’d share me with Nick?” Lydia asked. Caleb shook his head. “My brother didn’t plan on falling in love with the same woman as Bulldog, but that’s just the way it worked out. And do you want to know what? They’re happy. Supremely, joyously happy.” She looked down for a moment. “And the interns…we don’t have to do that.”

“You want to. I know you do,” Caleb said.

“But three of them? And so young.”

“Who knows?” Caleb cocked an eyebrow. “Next year, there might be four of them.”

Lydia put a hand to her mouth. “Oh, my. Four?”

“Sold.” Nick said flatly, declaratively. “I’m in. I’ll do it.”

“Me, too.” Caleb pulled down the zipper of his jeans and began struggling to get his cock out. “But before we finish this tour, there’s something I need to know.”

“Name it,” Lydia said.

“You’re ours, right? Forever and always?”

“I thought I’d already made that clear.”

“Not clear enough.” Caleb squared the impressive width of his shoulders. “I want to hear it. I want to hear the words.”

“Yes,” Lydia said, her gaze going from his face down to his hands as they struggled to extract an impressive erection through the fly of tight-fitting jeans. “I’m yours. Forever and always. The three of us.”

Lydia was laughing as they pushed her down to the new, plush carpeting, one man on each side of her, their mouths hungrily sucking on her nipples as the tiny thong was pulled to the side to allow deep penetration.

THE END

Robin Gideon has been the featured author on the nationally-syndicated TV show
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was named 3rd Best All-time for sexy romances by Amazon.com’s ListMania, and is the author of numerous novels and novellas. She lives in what has been described as Frostbite Falls, Minnesota. She loves hearing from her readers and can be reached at [email protected].

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