Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Unhitched [The Double Rider Men's Club 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

His unruly cock gouged a virtual furrow in her belly and pulsed every few seconds in impatience to slide deeply into her warmth. One last time.
Don’t think of that.

Alexis widened her legs and settled on her back again. When they turned, he came with her and half covered her with his body. His hips lined up with hers. His cock fell into the cradle of her open thighs. She leaned up and kissed his mouth with ferocious intent as her hips lifted and coaxed his cock deeper into the warm depths between her legs.

He wanted to go slow, to savor her this time. She wasn’t in the mood for slow, it seemed.

“Take me,” she whispered. Her lips then covered his mouth with heady intent. Her tongue dipped inside to tangle with his in a kiss that sent his libido straight into a frenzy.

Jackson’s hips moved against her seemingly without his will directing them. His cock pushed deeper between her legs, seeking the warmth of her pussy. The moment his cock breached her pussy lips he was powerless to stop the deep, hard thrust inside. Her slick pussy walls seemed to clasp him tight within her heat.

He tried to go slow once more to savor her, but his unruly cock wanted harder, faster strokes. Alexis moved her hips against his so that he could go even deeper. By the time he slid his hand between them and touched her clit a couple of times, she arched her back and stiffened.

Her pussy clamped down on his ferociously aggressive cock, moving as hard and as fast as he could go inside her pussy with each thrust. Jackson was about to release. He was three strokes away from maybe his most powerful orgasm ever. But he took a moment to memorize this place in time. The sultry, floral scent of her hair, the slick feel of her naked skin adhered to his beneath him, and the sexy moans she made each time he thrust his cock into her amazing hot pussy all combined to send him reeling almost out of control when he suddenly came with a hot blast of pure gratification.

Jackson slumped onto her body after the powerful release, his lungs grabbing for air as the spicy scent of their lovemaking invaded his senses. He nuzzled his face against her neck, inhaled her unique scent, and wished with all his heart and soul that he’d be able to spend the rest of his days with this remarkable woman.

* * * *

Derek watched Jackson make love to Alexis and wondered how they’d ever find a more perfect wife for the two of them. Tonight might be their last night together for a while, but Derek didn’t plan to just let her walk out of their lives forever after tomorrow. Jackson seemed to be so enamored of her even after the way they came together so unconventionally.

The truth was, Jackson rarely poured milk in his cereal without creating a spreadsheet to find the perfect ratio of liquid to dry components so as to make it the best bowl ever conceived of. Having wed a near stranger must be a certain private level of agony for his logical mind to conquer, but Alexis made the union special. He knew Jackson cared for her regardless of how they’d come together. But was it enough to pursue her post-Las Vegas?

Ultraconservative about most social things even within the Double Rider Men’s Club, Jackson might want to forget a few elements of this past weekend and quietly get an annulment regardless of what he told Alexis this weekend. Did he love her? Likely he did on some level. Was it enough to overcome a feeling of being trapped by circumstance? Derek didn’t know for sure, but hoped to convince him not to be so hasty in ending the legal relationship.

The more Derek pondered and the more time he spent in her company, the more he wanted her to remain with them. Geography might not be the only problem, either. Maybe Alexis never intended to carry things beyond this weekend. Perhaps after each of them had a single shared pleasure together tonight, she was done. Perhaps she was ready to get back to her life out East.

But he hoped not.

Jackson lifted off of her and stumbled into the bathroom like he was totally spent. Alexis reached out a hand and motioned Derek to join her. He rose from the chair and slid into bed with her, snuggling close.

“What would you say to shower sex?” she asked. She stroked her hand through his hair and grazed his scalp with her nail just the way he liked it.

“I’d say, let me go get the water hot for us.” He kissed her lips and got out of bed.

Jackson had slung a towel around his hips and was wiping his face with a washcloth as Derek entered the bathroom to turn the showerheads on.

“Did someone say shower sex?” he asked.

When Derek nodded, Jackson promptly seated himself in the cushioned chair already in the luxurious bathroom as if ready for the show.

Alexis strolled into the room naked just then. She helped Derek take his clothes off one item at a time until he was naked, too. She pulled his hands and led him to the shower.

She grabbed a washcloth and soaped his entire body from neck to ankles. He then returned the favor. Once they were clean, she slipped her arms around his neck and pushed her mouth against his for a carnally charged kiss. He didn’t want it to end, but his cock was rigid and ready and currently digging into her belly. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he’d no more than thought it, and her hand suddenly moved from his shoulder down to wrap around his dick.

A moan escaped as she stroked him and kissed him and rubbed against him. Derek grabbed her thighs and lifted her up against the tile shower wall. His cock, directed by her hand, moved between her legs. He nudged his cock between her slick pussy lips and pushed inside until he couldn’t move forward anymore.

The hot, velvet feel inside her pussy made his legs tremble. Derek had to focus to keep hold of his control.

Alexis hadn’t moved her hand from between them. He pulled out and pushed in. When he looked down, he saw her fingering herself. The intimate act was so sexy that his legs weakened once more.

Derek wanted to fuck her both slow and fast. He wanted to savor this time with her, and yet she slammed his libido into the sky with each sexy noise from her throat.

The steam from the shower swirled around their loose embrace. Connected by his cock entering her pussy again and again, Derek did his best to prolong this exquisite experience. But it was difficult. He looked down at her spectacular breasts. She touched her nipple and squeezed it between her forefinger and thumb as he watched. And she continued to stroke her clit.

Derek sped his pace. He pushed deeper and harder into her body with each stroke. She made sexy little mewling noises. The finger rubbing her clit sped up, and she tugged at her nipple, pulling it harder each time.

Warm water blasted down his back as he increased his thrusts. Harder. Faster. He wanted it. She was fairly bouncing the tiles with each cock stroke. His release got closer and closer.

Alexis suddenly sucked in a surprised breath as if she didn’t expect to climax yet. But the telltale signs of her pussy gloriously clenching over and over on his cock signaled her release.

Derek couldn’t hold back the tidal wave of sensation as he climaxed still pumping inside her pussy hard, fast, and deep.

He pinned her to the wall with his cock after the final stroke he could muster. Then he concentrated on keeping them upright. She laughed suddenly, as if delighted with life.

Derek leaned in and captured her mouth in a kiss to rival all other sensuous kisses and cataloged all the marvelous sounds, scents, and sights he wanted to remember forever.

He would never forget her. His resolve to continue their relationship after tomorrow went on a list in his head as a number-one priority.

Chapter Ten

Sad to see her quickie, Vegas-acquired husband and his best friend go back home, Alexis turned and trudged slowly across the lobby. They had graciously paid for another day in the suite for her until she had to return home and face her life with the hopefully distracted idiot stalker she left behind.

It was busy as it always was in Vegas, but she enjoyed it for once. She felt anonymous for a change with the baseball cap Derek had gotten for her securely fastened on her head.

Removing the purple streak also likely helped with her new low-key disguise this morning. If there were any people still in the hotel that had witnessed the antics in the fountain, she hoped they wouldn’t call attention to her. Maybe without Jackson’s movie-star looks to draw attention, she’d go unnoticed.

Alexis glanced back at the door, but the limo Derek and Jackson had climbed into was already gone. She turned and put her focus on a life without them. Even if it did make her sad.

The good news was that she felt safe for the first time in a month. The annoyingly attentive Brett Bogner had invaded her life and sent her on an unexpected trip to Las Vegas to hide out.

Due to the fact that she now had a husband, perhaps she had different options. A delicious man with a wild sexual lifestyle and a to-die-for best friend that she’d enjoyed very much this past several days lifted her spirits in the face of her lonely life running from Brett.

A wild thought occurred to her just then. What if she stayed married to Jackson and used the marriage to get rid of Brett?

Perhaps she’d ask to stay married to Jackson long enough to get Brett out of her life before the annulment. Surely he’d go away if he discovered she already had a husband. Right? She could invite Jackson over to her place for a long weekend and have Derek come along as a concerned best friend. When Brett showed up—and he would—Alexis could point out that she was no longer available. The good news about this plan was she got to see her men again. She wondered why she hadn’t thought of this before they left town.

Plotting a legitimate future meeting with Jackson and Derek as she walked, made her ignore the feeling of apprehension she should have paid attention to.

When a strong hand gripped her shoulder, she turned and expected to see either Jackson or Derek returned.

But it was someone else. Someone she didn’t know. And he plunged a syringe of something in her arm before she uttered even a squeak of protest. When the prick of the needle registered, she knew she was screwed. The effects of whatever was in the shot hit her immediately. Her limbs suddenly failed to cooperate. Her body went numb. Her voice dried up. She was unable to scream. Unable to move the way she wanted to.

She leaned hard against the stranger who had shot her up with something nefarious. He led her quickly to the express elevator. Fuck. No stops in between each floor on this ride. She knew because that’s where her room was. Or rather, her husband’s room. He was still her husband. She wished she’d gone with them.

Colorado would be an excellent place to hide. At least as good as Las Vegas. The man held her up and steered her into the small space. He pulled her room key out of her pocket and scanned it in the elevator to make it move. Damn. He knew where her room was. Had he been watching for an opportunity to take her once Jackson and Derek were gone?

Right before the elevator doors closed, a woman slid between them, and Alexis thought she was saved. Alexis tried to make eye contact, but she was barely able to keep her eyes open.

Then the woman said, “The two men she was with pulled away from the curb in their fancy limo on the way to the airport. They’re gone.”

“Good,” he said with a sneer. “Three days was the absolute limit given.”

The woman smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I know.” She dialed her phone and started talking, but Alexis could no longer hear. And her vision was closing in to a pinpoint.

She started losing consciousness. She was so screwed. Her narrow sight closed to black before the elevator doors opened again. She fought the frightening possibilities of what might be in store for her the next time she woke up. She wondered if she’d ever even wake up again, realizing that there were things much worse than death.

Alexis focused her very last thought on Jackson and Derek. She dreamed of being sandwiched between them as they each penetrated her with dark deliciously pleasurable intentions, and wondered if she’d ever see them again.

* * * *

Clayton Forrester was extremely amused. It wasn’t often that he enjoyed watching endless discs of video feed. But watching Jackson and the lovely young woman he’d married while under the influence made him laugh out loud more than a few times in the past few days.