Knight, Kayla - Her Long Hot Surrender [Raw Texas Heat 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

“Oh really?”

“You wanted to know about my hobby.” He opened the two large wooden doors and led the way inside, flicking on the lights. He pointed to a large dust sheet in the corner. “There it is. What do you think, Madi?”

“It’s a motorbike, isn’t it? I can tell by the shape.”

“Sure is.” Tyler pulled back the dustsheet to reveal his pride and joy. “It’s a Harley-Davidson Electra Glide. It’s more than fifty years old. I’ve just rebuilt the engine. Isn’t she a beauty?”

“Tyler, it’s a credit to you. You must take me out on it sometime.” He watched Madi skim her fingers over the leather seat and the new paint job decorating the gas tank. The red-and-silver paint was deep and lustrous, and contained the legendary words
Harley-Davidson
. “It’s beautiful, Tyler. You must have spent hours working on it. It looks brand new.”

He couldn’t help smiling, and well aware of the double entendre said, “See how it feels between your legs, Madi.” In one smooth movement he lifted her from the flagstone floor and placed her pert little ass on the cream leather seat. “You’re sitting astride eighty cubic inches of Milwaukee’s finest.”

He admired her beautiful, long, smooth legs as her skirt rode high up her thighs. His cock hardened, not for the first time that evening.

“You can ride,” he joked, taking the pillion seat behind her. He wrapped his arms around her. He’d wanted to touch and kiss her ever since she’d arrived for dinner.

She shook her head, her silky strands brushing sexily against his chin. “It’s too powerful for me. It’s a man’s bike.”

“I agree.” Tyler smoothed his hands down Madi’s thighs, enjoying the satisfying jolt that wracked through her body as his fingers made contact with her bare flesh.

“Tyler, you promised, just dinner and nothing else.”

“I know I did, honey, but I want you so much. This is just between you and me. Gabe’s not gonna make a surprise entrance anytime soon.”

Tyler closed his eyes and breathed in her perfume. He rubbed his cheek next to hers, and then nuzzled into her neck, feeling her soft hair rub against his skin. “You smell so good, Madi.” Her breathing quickened as his hands rode higher up her thighs. When he came to her panties, he slipped a finger inside. “You feel so good, too.” Her panties and pussy were soaked through. He’d never known a woman so aroused. At that moment he knew she wanted him, and if she wanted him, she wanted his brother, too.

“Christ, you’re so wet,” he whispered against her ear, sliding his fingers deeper inside her pussy.

Madi purred, her head falling back against his shoulder. “I can’t help it, Tyler. I want you both, but I’m fighting against it.”

“Why fight it?”

“Because it’s not right. A ménage, I mean. It frightens me.”

He whispered close to her ear, “You won’t know until you try it.” He curled his fingers back inside her cunt, finding her G-spot as he spoke. Her body trembled as he slipped his other hand down inside her wet panties, extending his index finger to stimulate her clit. Her aroused nub grew beneath his touch, and she cried out.

“Tyler, please, that feels so lovely. I want to say yes to a ménage, but I–I…oh, I don’t know. I can’t think straight with your fingers inside me.”

He chuckled. “Madi, I’m not gonna push you. It’s entirely your decision. Gabe and I respect you, lady.”

“That makes me feel good, Ty, knowing you respect me. Your fingers inside me make me feel even better.” Her breathing was heavy and labored, and he knew she was close to orgasm. “But I have to admit,” she said breathily, “that the two of you together is even, oh, oh, dear God, oh, fucking hell, keep going.” The words spilled from her lips in a garbled rush. He couldn’t help but smile as she squirmed on the seat as he continued stroking her clit and cunt. Her whole body stiffened, and he felt her pussy contract repeatedly around his fingers as she came. “Jesus Christ, oh, fucking hell, Ty.”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as she finally caught her breath. “Better?” he asked.

“You bet.” She leaned back against him, and idly fingered the Harley’s gas tank. “How do you do it, Ty? What I mean is, how do you work it between you both?”

He held her tightly in his arms. Madi definitely seemed interested. He gently kissed her cheek. “Usually, to begin with one of us will just watch. It could be Gabe or myself. Voyeurism can be very erotic. Then, when the woman is relaxed about the situation, and feels at ease, we sometimes swap places.”

“Go on, Ty. Tell me more.”

“When the lady becomes comfortable with having sex with two men, but at different times, we then progress to where we both fuck her at the same time.”

“Make love at the same time, you mean?”

He smoothed a hand through her beautiful blonde hair and cupped her heart-shaped face. “In your case, Madi, yes, very much so.”

Chapter Twelve

“Where do you want this, Madi?” Gabe asked as he brought the final piece of furniture—a chest of drawers, into the room. Madi was moving into her mother’s old bedroom. It was a lot larger than the one she was currently using, and she’d asked them to help. He guessed she was finally coming to terms with her mother’s death.

“Here will be fine, Gabe. Right in the corner.” As he eased the chest of drawers into place, Madi opened the French doors, letting the cool breeze of the early evening into the room. “Mother always loved this room, and I do, too.” She then walked out onto the balcony, brushing against the fine gossamer curtains which swirled in the circulating air.

Gabe and his brother followed her outside and stood either side of her. “We’ll pick you up at nine tomorrow morning,” Tyler assured her.

Madi smiled. “I’ll be ready.”

After what Tyler had told him a few days ago, Gabe couldn’t help thinking that Madi was teasing them. His brother reckoned that she liked the idea of a ménage. Well, he’d push her, just a little, to see her reaction.

He hauled her into his arms, smoothing his hands down to her perfect round ass, then pulled her firmly against his erection. Although she didn’t say a word, her eyes widened. No doubt she could feel his hard-on.
Why was he always so fucking hard around Madi?
“I’m gonna enjoy this trip,” he murmured, brushing the hair from her face before delivering a steamy hot kiss.

When she didn’t struggle or pull away, he knew his brother had been right. He’d look forward to this trip to Lubbock. A sensuous smile played on her lips as he reluctantly pulled from her. Her eyelashes closed briefly, and a faint blush stained her cheeks.

No sooner had he let her go than Tyler did the same thing, kissing her with passion. As his brother and Madi continued necking, something flashed in the distance, catching his attention. Holding a hand to his forehead to shield his eyes, he stared across several hundred yards of garden and farmland, unsure if it was a trick of the light. Then it happened again—a bright glint as if a mirror had caught the low sun. It barely lasted a second. It seemed familiar. Binoculars, camera lenses, and even a telescopic gun sight could all produce the same effect. Was somebody spying on Madi? He thought it wise not say anything. It could just be the sun striking a broken piece of glass. When they finished here, he and Tyler would go and investigate.

He grabbed his brother by the collar, putting a stop to their passionate kiss. “Come on, leave the lady alone. There’s plenty of time for that when we get to Lubbock.”

Madi smiled as they both began walking from the balcony. “We’ll see. I haven’t decided yet.” He knew she was trying to assert her control over the situation, but he also knew she wanted them both. A sudden thought made his heart sink. Madi had been married to that prick, Carson Delaware. If that were the press out there, then their little threesome could be well and truly fucked before it had even begun. Photographs of Madi passionately kissing two men could be spread all over the newspapers. He could visualize the headline.
Madison Delaware: Was she fit to be a Governor’s wife? Is Senator Delaware fit to be Governor?

“What’s the rush?” his brother asked grumpily as they made their way down the stairs and out the front door.

“I saw something from the balcony. I think someone might be spying on Madi, and us.”

“You’re kidding.”

Gabe jumped into the pickup and fired it into life. When his brother joined him in the cab, he continued, “I’m serious. We need to be more careful when we’re with Madi. I don’t need to tell you the press will have a field day if they think we’re indulging in a threesome.”

“Jesus, Gabe. You don’t think that was the press out there, do you?”

Gabe shrugged as he maneuvered the truck onto the track. “Fucked if I know. Let’s just hope it was something completely innocent.” He headed past the point where he’d seen the strange light, and parked the pickup some two hundred yards further along. They both jumped out, and then climbed the fence into the field. They circled the perimeter until Gabe felt they were in the right place. In the distance he heard a car door slam and then drive off at high speed.

“Fuck, whoever it was, I think they’ve gone.”

Tyler pointed to the ground behind some bushes. “Look at this, Gabe.”

When Gabe joined him he could see several cigarette butts scattered on the ground. He looked toward Madi’s house. From this angle, anyone would have a clear view of who was coming and going. The sweeping stone entrance to her property was just a few hundred yards away, and in full view. From this position they’d have an uninterrupted view of her private balcony, too. “If this guy has a telephoto lens he’ll have seen everything in close up. This is not looking good, Ty.”

“No.” His brother moved further away, studying the ground. When he returned he motioned with a thumb over his shoulder. “It looks like they’ve been camped out here for several days. There’s cigarette butts are all over the place. Whoever it is, they’ve spent some time here. The amount of butts means either it’s one guy who’s a chain-smoker, or there’s more than one.”

“We’re gonna have to find out more, Ty. I suggest we stake this place out. See who turns up.”

* * * *

Madison stared out the window one more time. The brothers were late. She looked at her watch. It was almost twenty past nine. If they didn’t turn up soon, she’d go without them. On the point of leaving the house, she saw their black SUV winding its way up her drive.

“It’s about time, too.” In a way, she felt snubbed. Didn’t they want to go to Lubbock with her? Madison shook her head.
Oh boy, did they want to go
. She knew they wouldn’t miss it for the world. Not when they thought they had the chance to fuck her together.

A smile spread on her lips as she lifted her bags and began walking toward the front door. She hadn’t quite decided what would happen in Lubbock yet. It all depended on how well they treated her.
This will be fun
. She’d keep them guessing right up until the last minute.

As she stepped out onto the porch, Tyler bounded up the steps. “Sorry we’re late. We got delayed on the way here.”

“Oh? What happened?” she asked, turning the key in the lock.

“Nothing much. Just a blowout. Gabe scuffed his knuckles changing the tire.”

Madison looked at the most handsome cowboy imaginable. He wore a pair of bootleg jeans, tan leather boots, and a black shirt. A black cowboy hat complemented his dark hair and amber eyes. She could feel her panties start to moisten with desire. This trip would be memorable, whatever happened.

Tyler picked up her bags, and she followed him to the car. As she approached, Gabe popped the trunk and then jumped out, opening the passenger door for her. “Your carriage awaits, ma’am.” He grinned.

For the second time that day, she stared at the most handsome cowboy imaginable. Jeans, a red cotton twill shirt, and hand-carved boots drew her attention. Surely it would be greedy to have two strong, virile men all to herself? Her gaze drifted over him, noticing the knuckles of his one hand were bleeding badly.