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

The Double Rider Men’s Club 4

ELLE SAINT JAMES

Copyright © 2011

Chapter One

Ryder, Colorado

“I’ve heard he’s hung like a Brahma bull and has the stamina of a champion racehorse,” whispered one impeccably dressed young woman to another as they both approached the concierge desk.

Jessica Troy deliberately focused her gaze blindly on the paper gracing her workstation below, but didn’t truly see a single word. She pretended she hadn’t heard the salacious description of whatever man the two discussed so blatantly. The way they were dressed spoke of money, but apparently not class.

“And his best friend is said to be equally well endowed, with the same staying power in the sack. If I had the nerve, I’d love to find out firsthand if all the talk is true.” She giggled, and Jessica thought she sounded a bit immature.

“So would I. At least once or maybe even twice if the rumors turned out to be true,” the first woman said, and promptly dissolved in laughter. Jessica internally rolled her eyes at the two and their inappropriate conversation. If she knew any sexual gossip about a man, she certainly wouldn’t share it in a public domain where anyone could listen in.

“But your boyfriend and mine would kill the both of us if they ever even heard us say the name Boyd,” whispered the other well-endowed future trophy wife. “He’s got quite the reputation in certain circles.” And then she also giggled.

Jessica perked up at the name
Boyd
being uttered. Were they talking about Boyd Caldwell? And if so, then the initial Brahma bull reference the two women mentioned had to be regarding Deacon Wilder. Jessica knew firsthand the two men were very good friends. Probably just a coincidence.

Deacon and Boyd came in to the Ryder Hotel frequently to meet business clients in the hotel’s upscale restaurant. She’d heard they played the field, so to speak, but not any personal details about their
abilities
in the sack. Or perhaps she’d never paid attention because she hadn’t been looking for a man until recently.

The gossip talk ceased as the two women stopped in front of her. “Can you recommend a good Italian restaurant within walking distance of the hotel?” one asked. “These shoes are expensive, but obviously not made for comfort during long walks.”

Jessica plastered a smile on her face. “Absolutely.” She tore the top sheet of a map for the local area off a pad and pointed to a place three blocks down the street. She put an X on the restaurant’s spot with a red marker and handed them the paper.

The two thanked her, moved away from the desk, and stopped. Still within earshot, they resumed their discussion regarding Deacon and Boyd and what those two studs would be like in bed.

Truthfully, even though she was appalled by the women’s outré behavior, Jessica also wanted to know what Deacon and Boyd would be like in bed. Perhaps she’d make an effort to find out one day soon. The two women then discussed briefly how they would select one man over the other, deciding they’d each take a turn with both men and issue report cards at a later date. They then dissolved into a fit of childish giggling.

As if conjured from her own inappropriate thoughts, or possibly the gossipy women, Deacon and Boyd appeared together at the entrance of the hotel. Were they here for these women?
Please, no.
Then Jessica remembered they claimed to have jealous boyfriends.
Good.

Deacon nodded once to Boyd, who nodded back and peeled off toward the bar area. Deacon continued his path toward the concierge desk. The two women lowered their voices to where Jessica almost couldn’t hear them unless she tucked her hair behind one ear and leaned in their direction.

“I told you that was the two of them in the parking lot,” one of the women said.

“Lord almighty, look at his sexy swagger and strut,” her friend returned, in an awestruck whisper. “I just got a
wettie
watching him walk into the hotel.”

Jessica pretended to shuffle seemingly very important papers across the concierge desk space. She attempted to look busy instead of starstruck by Deacon’s approach. But he made her heart pound every single time. Usually, she barely made eye contact with him because of his impact on her.

She glanced over at the main check-in desk, which was hopping busy. Likely he’d avoid the front desk and head her way. That would be just fine. A smile shaped her lips in readiness. Although she’d never admitted it out loud, Deacon also made her wet between her thighs every time she saw him. His best friend, Boyd, also intrigued her to no end. Deciding between the two was still a very tough choice. And the more time that passed, the more she wanted to choose one of them for a very important date. If only she possessed the nerve.

Deacon nodded once in the direction of the two women watching, in spellbound interest, as he made his final steps to the concierge desk.

“Ladies,” he said, politely.

That seductive voice made another gush of moisture surge into her panties. He then turned to face her. “Hello, Miss Troy.”

He’d been here at least twenty times before, and each time he said her name, her heart flipped over in sincere and lust-filled appreciation. It rolled so well off of his tongue, she looked forward to it each and every time. Today, something suddenly changed. She was tired of waiting for nerve. She wanted to sleep with him.

The visions of losing her virginal status clanged a bell in her head. She squared her shoulders and opted for a much more forward approach today. What did she have to lose by flirting a bit? She could always back off if he didn’t seem interested.

The second he put his hands on the counter, Jessica looked up from her unimportant papers, stared deeply into his amazingly sexy eyes, and said with a bit of extra zeal in her tone, “Hello, Mr. Wilder. We haven’t seen you in a little while. How are you?”

He paused a beat, stared back, and finally smiled right before he said, “Can’t complain.”

She held the gaze with his compelling brown eyes even though it was a dangerous proposition. She could easily get lost in the amber depths. He also didn’t look away. She should say something, but looking at him was very satisfying.

Wide shoulders filled a casual, camel-colored suit jacket. His crisp, white shirt was open at the throat. With the rich, young women’s gossip fresh in her mind, she had to forcibly keep her eyes on his face so as not to glance down below his belt searching for indications that his cock was as big as a bull’s. Mentally, she shook herself.

“Excellent. How can I help you today?” She purposely tilted her head slightly to one side, as if whatever he had to say was the single most important thing she’d hear today.

“Um.” His eyes narrowed a bit as if he forgot what he was there for. Flirting was fun. He finally grinned. “Oh. I’m meeting Mr. Crawford. Can you buzz his room and let him know Boyd and I are down in the restaurant bar?” He finally broke their seemingly intense gaze and glanced at the front check-in desk, which was still crowded with tourists. When he looked at her again, his eyes held a pleading look.

“Certainly.” She couldn’t give out room numbers, but she could relay messages.

“Truth is, I’m not even sure if he’s checked in yet.”

“Let me take a look.” Jessica regretfully looked away from Deacon’s handsome face, scanned the database of guests, and found Mr. Crawford. “He
is
here.” She picked up the handset and dialed Mr. Crawford’s room. Jessica quickly relayed Deacon’s message. Mr. Crawford told her he’d be down directly. She wasn’t sure what time increment
directly
translated to, so she was vague.

As she hung up, she smiled and said, “He’ll be down in a few minutes.”

“Thanks, Jessica. And I’m sorry to involve you.” He glanced over at the front desk, still mimicking a three-ring circus of activity and then continued, “Mr. Crawford is very…old school. He doesn’t carry a cellular phone, and won’t tolerate others who use theirs in his presence.”

“It’s not a problem. I don’t mind at all.”
And may I also kiss you and proposition you and have you make love to me using your Brahma bull-sized equipment with the staying power?

“You’re very kind, because I know it isn’t even your job.”

“Not at all, Mr. Wilder. If you ever need anything,” she paused to add dramatic effect, “anything at all, I’m always delighted to help you.”
Or kiss you. Or seduce you. Or any number of prurient and probably unlawful things
.

If it wouldn’t completely jeopardize her job to fuck him right on the granite surface of the concierge desk, she might attempt it. Although with her lack of experience, she likely wouldn’t do it right anyway, and with her short stature, the high surface wasn’t the optimal place. She held in the long sigh she wanted to expel.

His head tilted to the side. “I’m happy to hear you say that, Miss Troy.”

“Oh?”
Please don’t be able to read my mind.
She wasn’t sure if letting her lust-filled, sexual thoughts regarding her inappropriate interest in him slip out was good or bad. She couldn’t sleep with him. Not here. Not if she kept seeing him on a regular basis for business here in the hotel. She liked him. A one-night stand likely wouldn’t result in further friendship, right? She was ignorant of how postsexual scenarios played out, having only experienced the
no I’m not sleeping with you tonight or ever
version of dating.

He stepped closer and leaned forward as if he was about to share a confidence. Or a kiss?
Focus.
The two women, who hadn’t taken their eyes off of Deacon the whole time he’d been at her desk, followed every word of their so far innocuous conversation. They stood as still as ice in the frozen tundra just watching. Deacon didn’t seem to notice their regard.

“I’m associated with a group of businessmen, and I have an interest in a private hotel of sorts south of town starting up. We’re always on the lookout for good employees. If you’re interested, I’d be happy to put your name in the mix.” Those sexy eyes. That luscious smile. And hung like a Brahma, if recent rumors were true. And he wanted to offer her a job?
Fuck
. Not at all what she envisioned he was about to whisper to her as if a secret. Although, given that she was at her job, his circumspection was appreciated.

She smiled graciously. “What sort of time line are you looking at?”

He leaned his elbows on the counter. “Not sure. Didn’t think you’d consider leaving your current job here.” His sudden smile undid her. A gush of wetness soaked her panties once more. Seriously, she was going to have to wring them out later on.

Jessica also leaned forward until she was less than a foot away. “Don’t get me wrong. I love my job, and I worked really hard to get it, but I always like to keep my options open.” Was this blatant flirting? If so, she really liked it.

He moved in even closer. The scent of his I-want-to-fuck-you-senseless cologne invaded her space in a most delicious way. Her womb tightened in pleasure from merely smelling the air around him. How desperate was she to lose her virginity? On a scale from one to ten, the answer was eleven. The spot for number one contender on her short list of possible men had just been filled with Deacon’s name.

If he moved any closer they’d almost be touching noses. An electric thrill rode up her spine at the unprecedented lust she felt for the man before her. Behind her desk and down a short hallway was a small room with a double bed. A mere fifteen seconds away. She was having a hard time not thinking of a way to lure Deacon down there with promises of untold sexual delights. Although a rushed, illicit quickie in a semi-public sleeping room at her workplace wasn’t exactly the romantic first time she’d pictured.

“Good for you.”

She had almost forgotten the original thread of their conversation.
It was
…
what was it? Oh, a job chat. Right.
She shrugged to cover her memory failure. “But could we please discuss this later at a different location?”

“Of course. Maybe we could meet tonight to talk about it. When does your shift end?”

She looked at the wall clock. “I’m done in an hour and a half.”

He glanced at his watch just as the elevator closest to them opened and an older gentleman exited and headed straight for them. Deacon nodded in the man’s direction then said, “Tell you what. We should finish this meeting in an hour or so. Want to meet across the street at the BB Steak House restaurant? They have a semi-private booth at the back of the place, away from others, where we could talk privately.”