Adams, Eve - Trio [Gideon's Ring 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

“Punishment?” This just got better and better.

“Men like you two don’t even look twice at women like me, which is okay. I don’t know if I could handle having men like you interested in me. I’d never be able to hold up to whatever attracted you in the first place. I’m just me, just plain old Sarah Emerson. I can’t compete with the rest of them.”

Some asshole really did a number on her self-esteem. “Well,
just
Sarah Emerson, I hate to disappoint you, but everything I’ve learned about you so far has only attracted me more. You’re different, and I like that. You aren’t trying to wow the men at this ranch with some outrageous outfit, or something surgically enhanced.” His gaze raked across her face before flicking down to her heaving chest as she seemed to be struggling to breathe.

“You like my boobs?”

He laughed. This woman just spoke her mind, and damn if he didn’t find it endearing. “Yeah, I do.”

The color returned to her face, and she released a shaky sigh as she smiled warmly. “Really?”

A vibration of blistering pleasure rocked through his body and settled into his rock-hard cock. He shouldn’t be feeling something this intense for a guest. They’d just met, yet he’d swear they’d known each other for a lifetime.

“Tell you what, you stay with me for the weekend, and let’s see if we can find something about you I like more than your breasts. How’s that sound?”

Sarah smiled and nodded. “You’re on.”

“Do you want real or decaf?”

Sarah sat in the giant industrial kitchen, her hands tightly folded in front of her to hide the way she quivered in anticipation and uncertainty. Were they really there for coffee? Or had Barrett lured her there under false pretenses for something more?

She had to admit, the idea hadn’t escaped her mind. She’d already spotted several surfaces that wouldn’t take much to clear if they decided to have hot, sloppy sex right here amongst the stainless steel appliances.

“I’d better have decaf. I’ll never sleep if I have caffeine this late.”

He turned with a grin. When he winked she physically trembled. “It’s not uncommon for guests to be up all night at the ranch.”

The quivers rocking her system intensified and attacked her, hardening her nipples and sending a shock wave of liquid pleasure ripping through her body. She imagined what it would be like spending the night with Barrett.

Yet the little doubt demon firmly planted itself in the back of her mind. Was she making a mistake by agreeing to stay with him? Would it end in disaster like every other relationship she’d ever had? What if he thought this meant more? What if she wanted more and he didn’t?

But above all else, what if they did end up having sex and she sucked at it? She wasn’t a twenty-eight-year-old virgin, but damn close. A few awkward times, once in college with a boy who never called her again, and then with Ryan, made her a far cry from experienced, despite the reputation her brother had set in place for the family name.

Barrett, on the other hand, ran a couple
’
s ranch specializing in weekend ménages. No doubt all of the Gideons knew how to please a woman and expected their woman to be able to please them.

She was doomed.

Barrett cursed as he opened and closed cabinet after cabinet in search of coffee. “How hard can it be to find coffee?”

“Can’t you ask the people you have working back here?”

“We send them home before the meet and greet.”

Odd. But then again
,
she didn’t see anyone eating anything. No, people’s hunger was focused on the other guests, not on food. “What if someone gets hungry?”

He turned and looked at her, an intense gleam in his eyes. “The guests aren’t hungry for food. They want wild, uninhibited, and often extreme sex. They don’t want food unless it is part of the sex act.”

Food? She’d never so much as had anyone feed her grapes. The idea
of having Barrett use food as a sexual toy
planted itself
and throbbed in the walls of her pussy, pushing blistering liquid down her channel and drenching her panties. She wanted Barrett to use food on her. She didn’t know how, and she didn’t care.

She tried to sound disinterested as she picked at her nails and asked, “How would they use food?”

Barrett quirked his lips and tilted his head as he studied her. “Are you asking me to tell you? Or to show you?”

His question shocked her, but her body’s reaction to it shocked her more. Desire plunged through her, tightening her already way too sensitive nipples so much that she couldn’t stop the whimper that fell from her lips. Her pussy tingled in anticipation, her clit throbbing relentlessly as it demanded attention.

Casually, Barrett stalked over to the enormous refrigerator and leaned against it with his shoulder before folding his arms in front of him. The gesture had his already bulging biceps strain the fabric of the shirt.

“Well?”

Oh, boy. Here it was. The decision she’d been waiting for and dreading at the same time. She only needed to say the words
,
and he’d no doubt have her naked within five minutes. And she wanted him to. Dear God, did she want him to.

So why, then, was she hesitating?

“Is it really that hard of a decision?”

She jumped as Chris walked into the kitchen, that ridiculously charming grin on his handsome face. He moved to Barrett, gave him a quick nod, and then motioned for him to move. Barrett narrowed his gaze in return.

“Why don’t you see if you can go help our guest with her decision.”

Barrett nodded and licked his lips as he waltzed over to Sarah, stopping behind her and running his hands along her shoulders. “Tell me, Sarah. Have you ever had frozen grapes pushed up into your pussy and then had them sucked out, one by one? Or Bing cherries? Have you ever enjoyed fruit in any other way than orally?”

Heat sparked flames that started in her cheeks but quickly plunged throughout her body
. A
steady
thump, thump, thump
swelled her
clit as her libido tried to sway her decision. She blew out a breath and deliberated whether to have what would be the best sexual experience of her life, or run and hide out in her room until the snow lifted enough for the roads to clear.

Chris opened the large stainless steel refrigerator and pulled out a pointy carrot with a straggly root snaking out one end, a full head of greens on the other.

“W
–
What are you going to do with that?” she stammered as
his well-muscled legs
steadily chopped up the distance between them with deliberately slow, steady steps, his expression hardening to steel as his gaze darkened to almost black.

“I’m going to help you decide,” he told her before lifting the carrot and running the greens across her neck. Sizzling chills burrowed under her skin, and she released a violent tremor. “Close your eyes.”

She did and sucked in a breath when he traced the chilling greens along her jaw, up her cheek, across her forehead, and back down. When the heat from his breath hit her neck a split second before his lips, blazing shock waves ripped through her, hardening her already aching nipples and centering in on her pussy, setting her on fire.

“Tell me, Sarah.” Barrett’s whisper, thick with want and so hot she broke out in a fine sweat, tunneled through her resolve and threatened to destroy her. He nipped at her sensitive skin and then ran his tongue along the bite to soothe it, and kept his lips against her neck as he spoke. “What would you like us to do with this carrot? Tickle your back? Your nipples? Would you spread those pretty thighs for us, let us tease your pussy, slicken your core, and get you nice and wet for our cocks?”

She shuddered.

Chris joined in on the naughty talk. “I want you to come on my tongue. I want to taste your syrup as you flood my mouth, drink up every last drop, and then do it all over again before I wedge myself between your legs and stretch your tight little pussy. Would you like that, Sarah?”

Oh, dear God, would she ever.

“Words, Sarah.” Barrett gripped her shoulders and squeezed.
“
You know I demand words. Don’t make me punish you for disobeying me on our first night.” He nipped at her neck again, and she whimpered.

But his words and what Chris did with the carrot, the way they both had everything dancing across her flesh like a warm breeze, wasn’t nearly as wicked as what Barrett had started to do with his hand. He slid his palm between her knees, pushing up, the warmth from his hand searing her skin as he moved closer to her pussy.

“I can feel your heat,” he groaned and bit at her ear before running his tongue along the edge of her lobe. “You want me. I can smell it. Can you smell it, Chris?
”

“
Dear Jesus. Sarah, sweet baby. You’re growing hot and wet as you listen to our words, desperate to give in to them. Aren’t you?”

Chris reached up and removed her glasses. She blinked to do her best to focus without them, but she didn’t need her glasses to see the dark hunger in Chris
’s
eyes. It glowed, heated the room, and charged the air with fervent energy. Before she knew it, he had her thick pullover and turtleneck off in one smooth motion, leaving her in her bra. She quivered from the burst of cool air that scraped across her skin as her nipples peaked.

Barrett reached around and cupped her breasts, squeezing the nipples between his finger and thumb and drawing a quick hiss from her. She arched her back and leaned against him.

Using the greens on the carrot, Chris tickled her tummy and tilted his head, studying the contact between the vegetable and her skin as he moved it up along her ribs. She jerked back with a giggle, and he curled his lips into a grin in return.

“Ticklish?”

She nodded.

“Good to know,” Barrett growled and nipped at her neck.

And then Chris decided to torture her. His gaze met hers as he scraped the greens across her nipples, causing her hard buds to push against the thin satin of her bra
.

“Look at me,” he whispered, his gaze still intently on her. Every cell in her body throbbed, and when Barrett brushed the pad of his thumb over the peak of her breast, she whimpered.

Barrett ran his tongue along the ridge of her ear. “Your nipples are hard, Sarah, and you’re trembling. Are you nervous? Excited? Scared?”

“I think it’s all of the above.” Her voice sounded so raspy, like she’d screamed for a week straight. Oh God, how she wanted to scream for them.

Barrett unsnapped her bra. It slid from her shoulders and fell to the floor to join her other clothing. Chris then moved behind her, that damn carrot teasing and tickling her back and driving her wild.

“What do you want, Sarah?” Chris
’s
voice rumbled at her ear, his breath wet and hot as it caressed her skin. He pushed his hard chest up against her back, and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning into him. Reaching around, he set the carrot on the counter and cupped her breasts all in the same movement before burying his face against her neck.

She slanted her chin to grant him full access and rested her head on his shoulder as she moaned. Just having his calloused, gentle hands caressing her instead of the carrot sent spikes of violent need coursing through her, slickening her pussy.