James, Elle Saint - Unbridled and Unridden [The Double Rider Men's Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

She swallowed every drop. Deacon wondered how he was ever going to be able to forget her if this was their only night together.

Jessica Troy was about to become his goal for a mate. Boyd already liked her, and she also liked Boyd. They had to make something work between the three of them. Had to.

Deacon crushed her to him and buried his face in her neck. He’d never felt like this with any woman. Once he got Boyd to spend some time with her alone, he’d take another big chance and ask her to consider their lifestyle. He hoped her adventurous nature would lead her into their arms for good.

She had to say yes. Had to be in a permanent threesome with them. Simply
had
to.

Chapter Six

Jessica was very clear in her goals. She knew Mr. Wilder would likely want to see her again, but she was going to hinder that idea. And not because her time with him hadn’t been ideal. It had been utterly perfect.

She truly liked him. He’d been an amazing first choice, and every other man she’d ever have from this day forward would be compared to him, but she didn’t want a relationship. She hadn’t ever wanted one.

Deacon made her want to reconsider, but she’d stand firm. A glance at the clock to see the late hour made her start thinking about her day tomorrow. Tonight had been amazingly perfect, but she feared she’d have to assure Deacon that she didn’t expect any further sexual contact. But it could wait until morning. For now, she snuggled up against him. His strong arms wrapped firmly around her as they settled together.

They dozed off, wrapped around each other, until his phone alarm went off at four-thirty in the morning.

He slid his warm body from hers, grabbed his phone, and started texting. A minute later she heard his low voice in her bathroom talking on the phone.

She dozed off again all alone in bed, but woke when he kissed her good-bye.

“Will you blush the next time we see each other, Miss Troy?” he asked with a grin. The way he said her name made her warm and tingly all over.

“Perhaps. Will you?”

“Most assuredly. But I’ll try not to embarrass myself.”

She walked him to the door and handed him a plate holding several homemade cookies covered with clear plastic when he mentioned Boyd’s request.

“Do I get one?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I guess that’s up to Boyd.”

He glanced down at the cookies and then speared a look at her face as if he tried to get through to her soul. “I’ll persuade him to share with me.”

Jessica knew she wouldn’t sleep if she went back to bed, so she made herself some coffee, ate one of the remaining cookies from the batch she’d made yesterday, and reminisced over how different she felt not being a virgin.

She
was
different. The previous evening had boosted her self-confidence. And she hadn’t exactly been lacking before.

Two hours later she was at her desk in the hotel with a ready smile on her face and the sincere feeling that she could conquer anything the world at large had to throw her direction. She thought back to the letter she’d received and couldn’t contain her jubilation. Best of all, when she attended her ten year high school class reunion in two months, she wouldn’t secretly be self-conscious over her virginal status. She was a woman.

When Boyd showed up midmorning, she was unprepared for how devastating her attraction was to him still.

“Mr. Caldwell,” she said with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m hoping you can help me out with a room. I have friends coming into town from the northern part of the state. The vacation rental house they secured months ago isn’t ready due to some last minute electrical malfunction. And the Air Force Academy graduation is in three days. Colorado Springs is booked solid. I’m hoping you have a room, any room, tucked away for emergencies.”

“Ah yes. We are very full, but not quite at capacity, I don’t think.”

He leaned an elbow on the counter. “Any way you could check for availability?”

A glance at the front desk showed it busy yet again. “I’ll take a look.”

“Thanks.”

He didn’t bring up the dinner, or if he’d spoken to Deacon, so she just did her job and didn’t say anything, either.

“I have a suite available, but it’s one of our most expensive rooms. I’ll need a card to secure it if you want it.”

“Good enough. Set it up for five days. Can you do that?”

“Yes. Of course. We just need a twenty-four-hour advance notice for checkout.”

He pulled out his wallet and produced a card. She took it and managed to brush his fingertips with the retrieval. Her pussy gushed, and she pulled her legs together. Deacon had been right. She was a bit uncomfortable today, but not too bad. She couldn’t believe that she wanted Boyd so soon after the amazing sex she’d had with Deacon. Now that she’d had sex, Jessica wanted more. She
was
turning slutty.

“Is there any way I could take a look at the space up there in the suite?”

Jessica glanced up. The room was unoccupied, so there wasn’t any reason not to take him up there, except that she didn’t trust herself alone with him in her current
let’s have sex with any handsom
e
man
attitude.

Although her apartment was one flight of stairs below the expensive suite. Also an intriguing possibility.

“Sure. Let me get a replacement for my desk, and I’ll take you up there myself.”

She called over to the front desk to let them know she’d rented the room for the next five days and had secured a deposit. Then she called her backup staffer, Gregory, to help her at the desk. He was ambitious, and always looking for ways to make himself look good for promotion.

He came immediately, and she and Boyd left to go to the room. Since it was so close to her lunch hour, she asked if Greg would cover for the next hour and a half. He smiled and agreed readily.

Boyd followed her to the express elevator made available solely to the patrons on the top floor.

“This is one of the perks of the penthouse floor. No waiting in long lines for elevators or having to stop at each floor on the way up.” Jessica swiped a card, and they went straight up to the top floor without stopping. The smooth fast trip made butterflies swarm in her belly. Or perhaps it was Boyd’s alluring closeness.

Once inside the elegant suite, Jessica made a point to show him the massive master bedroom with the oversized king bed and fabulous marble master bath.

“There is only one bedroom in this suite. However, the sofa in the living room folds out into a queen bed if you need an additional place to sleep.” He nodded and gestured toward the outer room. Perhaps spending too much time in the master bedroom with the massive bed was a bad idea.

Jessica strode quickly to the sofa. She whipped off the seat cushions to show him how it worked.

She’d been very aware of his presence around her since they’d been in the lobby. She wanted to kiss him in the worst way, but seemed oddly embarrassed, since she’d had such an amazing night with Deacon. It seemed disloyal to have desire for his best friend, but Boyd stroked her libido much like Deacon did. He didn’t say anything or do anything, but she felt his nearness like an embrace.

When he bent to help her fold the bed back into the sofa, their hands landed one on top of the other. His hand was over hers. The touch might as well have been a mating call. She pulled her hand away but didn’t lose contact. She put her palm on his arm and slid it all the way up to his shoulder. He put a hand gently on her waist, turned to face him, and before she could count to one, she was in his arms kissing him.

He tightened his grip around her and promptly devoured her mouth. Jessica wasn’t sure what possessed her to want him so desperately, but she did.

When she sank down to the surface of the unfolded sofa bed, Boyd seemed to come out of the sensual fog they were hung up in. He held her at arm’s length, seemingly trying to catch his breath.

“That was extraordinary. But I don’t want to start something I can’t finish. At least not here.”

“Come to my apartment with me,” she whispered.

“Beg pardon?”

“Please come to my apartment. It’s only one flight of stairs down from here. I made cookies for you.”

“Did you now?” His slow grin made her heart pound hard in her chest. How could she want him so much after last night with Deacon? But she did.

She nodded.

“All right. Let’s put the bed back, and we’ll go to your apartment.”

Less than five minutes later she opened the door to her place and led him inside. Sixteen hours ago, she’d led Deacon in here, and wild, wonderful sex had ensued.

Before they even made it to the living room, Boyd grabbed her arm, pushed her against the wall next to the bentwood coat rack, and kissed her like he planned to start taking clothes off any minute. That was fine with her. He was aggressive, powerful, and her clit buzzed with a need so dire, she didn’t think they’d make it to her bedroom.

His thigh pushed hard between her legs. Her belly quivered in unquenched desire. She opened her knees to allow it. Helpless in the wake of his devastatingly sexy kiss, Jessica started rubbing her hips forward and back along his thigh. The connection almost gave her satisfaction, but not quite.

She wanted him, but if he was as well hung as Deacon, she might be too raw to participate. She
so
wanted to have sex with him that she put away concerns of any discomfort. She’d enjoy a bit of pain perhaps along with the pleasure, as long as she could have Boyd this once.

What was wrong with her that she suddenly couldn’t stop lusting after attractive men?

Boyd grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. Her clit rubbed a path along his denim-clad thigh. The spike of pleasure made her want to drop to the floor, face to the ceiling, and open her legs wide.

He slid his hand from her waist to her hip and then to the hem of her skirt. The flouncy bottom edge made access to her panties very easy. She wriggled against the wall as he slid his hand beneath her skirt and tugged her panties midway down her thighs. He kissed a path from her lips to the sensitive space beneath one earlobe.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

“Love to,” he replied. The air from his breath tickled her ear. His finger went unerringly to her clit as if he’d been there a hundred times before.

With his other hand, he pulled her stretchy top up to her collarbone and revealed her lacy bra. She reached up and undid the front enclosure of her bra and pulled the cups apart. Once her breasts were free, Boyd leaned his head down and planted his mouth over one pert tip. The suction he exerted sent a pulse of sizzling desire straight from nipple to core.

“Oh, God!” The words slipped out when he shoved two fingers into her slick pussy and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Jessica was on the very edge of release. Boyd’s spiky hair was inches from her face. Jessica lowered her face to his head and kissed his hair. It was softer than she expected. The whole spontaneous nature of this sexual interlude, and smashed against her entryway hall no less, ramped up her libido to maximum levels.

She took stock of her situation momentarily. Her panties were stretched around her thighs, his hand was buried beneath her skirt. Her stretchy shirt now rode up around her throat and her front-enclosure bra was unhooked and opened wide so he could alternately suck on her breasts. And she was crazy, hot with desire.

Moments away from climax, Jessica opened her eyes and looked at Boyd sucking on one breast. Her pussy clenched in exquisite bliss, wanting more.

She reached around to hug his shoulders, feeling the need to hang on as he brought her to the height of passion. She’d already zoomed to the edge of this unexpected peak in less than a minute.

Boyd’s scent drifted into her face. He smelled different than Deacon, but no less intoxicating.

All the components of this spontaneous seduction conspired to send her right over the rabid edge of satisfaction. She leapt off the cliff without concern. As the vibrant arousal coursed through her veins, a monumental orgasm suddenly consumed her.

She stiffened against the wall and shrieked, “Oh, God. Oh, God.” Boyd didn’t let up. He continued his onslaught until she slumped against him, spent from the superb climax.

He moved his hand from her pussy to rest on her thigh. Then he kissed a path to her mouth, over the rumpled shirt, up the column of her throat, and finally ravaged her lips. Each lick of his tongue, nip of his teeth, and suck of his mouth sent a positively pulsating bolt of need to her core.