Cameron, Paige - Commando Cowboys Seduce Their Woman [Wyoming Warriors 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Polyromance) (19 page)

“Your turn,” Jack said.

Sahale ripped the tiny panties off her. He quickly sheathed his hard cock and lifted her. “Put your legs around my waist,” he demanded.

She wrapped herself around him, arms and legs. He moved her so her back was against the wall. Staring into her eyes, he pushed his wide, long cock completely in her. Her inner muscles tightened around him. A throbbing ache built, and sent ripples through her pussy.

He stared deep into her eyes. Her body was falling into a welcoming warmth. Pleasure sent spikes of electricity shooting along her nerves. Her mouth clamped onto his and sucked on his tongue. His dick pounded into her, taking, demanding, and giving until she screamed his name. In the distance she heard his groan. His heart beat hard against her breasts.

Sahale held her there for several minutes as they both returned to reality. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“No.” She could only manage the one word. Sahale turned with her in his arms and handed her to Jack.

Jack strode across the room and into the shower he already had ready. He stepped in with her in his arms, and then let her body slide down against his hard frame until her feet touched the tile floor.

Taking her shampoo bottle, he poured the liquid into his hands and made suds then washed her hair, massaging her scalp as he did.

Ellen closed her eyes, submitting herself to his care. Her total awareness focused on the magic of his hands roaming from her face to her neck to every particle of skin. The silky, fragrant soap couldn’t mask his powerful scent.

Jack rinsed her skin, dried her, and carried her to bed. “I’ll start on the massage while you shower,” he said as Sahale headed toward the bath. “Join us when you get out.”

“I won’t be long.”

“This is a cream.” Jack held up a small bottle. “Our lab created it. It both relaxes the body and enhances the sexual experience. Do you want me to use it during your massage?”

She eyed the bottle and rubbed her teeth along her lip. “I don’t think we need any more enhancement.”

“It’s not long lasting, and won’t hurt you. I promise. And oh yes, it can make a difference.” Jack waited patiently for her answer.

“I guess we could try it.”

He smiled and squeezed some of the lotion on his hands. “Turn on your stomach.”

She did as he said. A sizzle of fear crept up her spine.

He started at her feet to massage her instep and up the back of her legs. A sense of warmth and relaxation soaked into her muscles. Deep inside, the first flicker of desire coiled in her abdomen. His hands were warm and firm as he kneaded her muscles. She sighed as her body began to hum. When he rolled her over, Sahale moved onto the bed.

“I’ll start at the top.” Sahale coated his hands with the sweet-smelling cream and lightly ran his fingers on the skin of her forehead, her cheeks and massaged her ear lobes. His hooded eyes watched her expression.

Fire licked at the edges of her consciousness, and a hunger sprang to life. Every touch of their hands made her skin more sensitive, more aware.

Sahale slid his hands around her neck and shoulders. Below, Jack continued rubbing the lotion on her legs and abdomen. He skirted the area, for now, where her hunger made her pussy clench and unclench and moisture wet her pussy lips.

Hands cupped her breasts and rubbed the lotion into her tender skin. Fingers tightened on her pebbled nipples, and she cried out as her pleasure level went out of the stratosphere. Never had her body been so receptive, or felt such keen awareness of every breath against her skin, every subtle touch.

In unison, Jack spread her legs and sucked on her nub and Sahale suckled her breasts. She screamed as hot lava poured over her nerves and the most exquisite orgasm shook her body.

“Take me.”

Jack plunged in to the hilt. He moved fast, sending her higher and higher. Sahale kissed her lips and caressed her sensitive breasts.

Jack pulled out. She cried, “No.” He ran his finger across her swollen nub and sent fire chasing across her skin again. Now he moved in slowly.

Sahale lay to her side, whispering loving words in her ear.

Jack’s hands rubbed her nipples as his speed increased. She raised her hips, taking him deep, and his pulsing cock drove him and her into another shattering crescendo.

She gulped for breath while delicious waves of the most radiant feeling continued to flow until they gradually had her sinking into a soft cloud of sleep.

* * * *

“She’ll rest until it’s time to go.” Sahale kissed her temple. “The lotion was a good idea.”

“Yeah, for us and her. She’s relaxed now.” Jack rose and went into the bathroom.

Sahale pulled her into his arms and lay enjoying the soft feel of her against him. Her light breath fluttered across his neck. He closed his eyes to be more cognizant of his heightened sensations whenever he was close to her. Love for her swelled in his heart. They’d marry her and have a home, whether or not it included children. She was a gift either way.

He hoped if her former husband mentioned his children, she wouldn’t be hurt too much. Maybe after this afternoon, seeing his and Jack’s love for her, the blow wouldn’t hit as hard.

Jack came back, his hair wet from the shower. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, then sat to put on his shoes. “She still sound asleep?”

“Yes. I’m going to shower, and we’ll look over our maps and plans again.”

“Right, we can’t make one mistake. I’ll make coffee. Bring the other guys with you when you come.” Jack left the room.

Sahale moved slowly so as not to wake Ellen. He took a quick shower, dressed, and left the door cracked in case she woke and called out.

He strode across the large living room and knocked on the adjoining door. He asked the others to come with him.

“Ann, Ellen washed her hair. She’s sleeping now, but you’ll need to wake her in time to redo her hair and makeup.”

“I don’t imagine she managed to mess up my creative work all on her own.”

He grinned and held up his hands. “What can I say? I’m guilty.” She laughed and shooed him on his way.

Jack was studying the map when they joined him in the study.

* * * *

A knock on the door woke her. Ellen opened her eyes, completely awake in an instant, feeling refreshed and calm.

“Time to get ready,” Ann said. She looked at her head. “We have some work to do on that hair and your makeup.”

“Give me a moment.”

“Sure. I’ll be back in five.”

Ellen didn’t want Ann to see she was naked, although she was sure they all knew what went on behind the closed doors.

She ran to the bathroom and showered. Then she put on a pair of jeans and one of Jack’s old shirts. Ann returned as she finished dressing.

“The car leaves at six thirty. We have a little over an hour to get you ready.”

“What about Jack and Sahale?”

“You must have been sleeping soundly. They’ve dressed for the evening.” She sat Ellen on the stool in front of the mirror in the dressing room and began to work on her face. “This is your big night. I’ll have you looking gorgeous. We’ll do your makeup first, then put on your dress and do your hair.”

Chapter Fourteen

Ellen couldn’t believe it was her. The subtle changes to her face and the makeup made a difference. They’d been right. No one who knew her before, in Washington, would suspect she was Brian’s divorced wife. Her gown was a soft pink that fit snug at the top and had a flowing skirt. Thin chains of diamonds encircled her neck and wrists. Diamond studs were in her ears, and a diamond pin held her long hair back on one side. She’d chosen to wear pink, low-heeled slippers. They were pretty and comfortable.

“It’s time to go. Are you…” Jack’s words stopped. He walked around her. “You’ve always been beautiful, but dressed like this you look like a princess.”

“I second that.” Sahale stepped in and closed the door.

Their loving looks warmed her heart and steadied her insides. Both of them looked way too handsome in tuxedos.

“I’m glad you two like my new outfit. Every woman in the room is going to be looking at you two and drooling.”

Sahale laughed and a slight blush covered his cheeks. “What we really like is the person inside that dress,” he reminded her. “But we have to go. No time to unwrap you.” His smile made her melt.

“And don’t look at him that way tonight, or the others will think you’re cheating on me with your bodyguard.”

“I’ll remember.” She patted Jack’s cheek. “As soon as I go out of this room, I become Crystal Linear, and you are my adoring husband, Hank.”

They hurried into the elevator and out to the waiting limousine. Ellen found herself sitting snug between her two men with two more bodyguards in the front.

“Make an excuse to go to the ladies’ room if anything upsets you too much,” Jack said.

“I’m all right. I’ll do this, and enjoy helping bring down Mr. Garraloga and Brian.”

Jack gave her leg a squeeze. “We’re here. You’ll be fine.”

The car drove up to the front of another fancy hotel. The doorman opened their door, and Jack helped her out. The overhead lights shone on his golden-blond hair. His broad shoulders were emphasized by the tux jacket. When Sahale got out behind her, two women stopped in their tracks, staring at her men.

Ellen took Jack’s arm and moved close against him. The side of her breast brushed against his arm. She heard his hiss and his whisper. “Wait till we get you home.”

“Promises, promises,” she teased as they walked into the lobby with Sahale right behind. They followed the crowd into a huge ballroom. Tables had been set around the dance floor, and a podium had been placed in the front to the right side. Each round table held ten people. Jack, or Hank—she had to start thinking of him in those terms—glanced at his invitation.

“We’re seated at table four. Hmm, right in the middle in the front line. Brian arranged our seating. His secretary called with the table number.” Jack took her hand and led her around couples standing in groups. When they got to the front, he maneuvered his way to their table. Several women sat talking. The men were obviously somewhere mingling in the crowd.

“Linear, over here. Join us.” Garraloga waved at Jack.

“Honey, do you mind if I leave you alone for a moment?”

“No, go right ahead.” Ellen smiled at the ladies. “I’m Crystal Linear.”

“Who’s your handsome bodyguard, Crystal?” A brunette, wearing a bright-red gown with an extremely low top, nodded at Sahale.

“His name is Paul.” She glanced back and smiled at Sahale, who was looking very formidable. “He keeps my husband and me safe.”

“Have you been threatened?” One of the other women spoke up.

“Rich men and their families are always vulnerable. Hank doesn’t believe in being unprepared.”

“I love your gown.” The soft-spoken blonde woman put out her hand. “Welcome to Washington. I’m Pat Garraloga.”

Her name hit Ellen unexpectedly, even though she’d known Brian’s wife would be at their table. She forced herself to shake hands with the woman who’d taken her husband away.
But not really. Be honest with yourself, Ellen. He was gone long before she came onto the scene.

Pat Garraloga was not what she’d expected. She had kind, light blue eyes. She’d guess Pat wasn’t over five foot three, and she appeared dainty. Her blue gown had a modest neckline, sophisticated in a manner that fit her quiet demeanor.