Adams, Eve - Trio [Gideon's Ring 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

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“Ah!” she cried sharply when his tongue flicked her, tasting her and teasing her. “You are so good at that.”

Dear God, she tasted even better today. He wanted to go slow, to savor her tight pussy and lap at her juices, but he couldn’t hold back. Her scorching flesh tightened as he sank two fingers into her pussy.

“Oh, Barrett.” Her hips started to writhe. He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it without mercy. She cried out and weaved her fingers into his hair, pulling him in tighter and fucking his face.

“Come for me,” he whispered against her moist flesh and then flicked
against her clit
. “Come on, Sarah. Let me taste it.”

“Keep going,” she whimpered. He clicked the plug to its highest setting, and she bucked in response. “Oh, God. Oh, Barrett. Just like that. Yes. I’m coming. Yes!”

Her cunt flooded, and Barrett greedily sucked up every last drop. He flicked and teased until she slumped back on the bed. Only then did he click the vibrator off and pull her pants back up.

“That was not fair.” She moaned as she pushed herself back up into a sitting position to refasten her jeans. “Why am I the only one who has to be tortured? What about you?”

“Seeing you flush after coming, knowing that all I have to do is click this little button, is torture for me. This is as much for my good as it is for yours.”

She frowned at him, clearly not believing him. “You’ve got me so hot and ready that I can barely stand it. How is that torture for you?”

“Because I’m not taking you every waking second. I’m holding myself back when all I want to do is bury my cock deep inside your tight little pussy. And I can’t stand knowing that you are enjoying that toy when it should be me taking that virgin ass.”

“So what’s stopping you?”

He kicked his lips up into a grin. “Control, my sweet sub. It’s all about control. Control over you. Control over myself. I’m controlling my want to fuck you right here, right now. And it’s torture.”

“To us both. Just promise me something, no more secret vibrations.”

“When?”

“This morning.”

He laughed and shook his head. Chris must have given her a little something to remember him by while he left the ranch to tend to a few things in town.

“You don’t like our little presents? They’re just a way to remind you who you belong to for the weekend and to keep you ready for us.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well your last little present had me ready to pull a full-on
When Harry Met Sally
moment at breakfast. Just how good is the range on that thing?”

He couldn’t help but grin, if ever so slightly, even though he didn’t want to. She had a way of doing that. “As much as I’d love to show you, I need to get some wood inside and start a fire in the fireplace downstairs.”

The way she bucked on the bed during his snack scattered the papers from Strickler’s folder. Barrett didn’t bother to clean it up. He didn’t even plan to look at it.

She picked up one of the papers. “What’s this?”

“Some bullshit marketing ploy by the ranch’s
ex
-PR rep.
I was going to go over it with Chris when he got back.
” He could always use the papers to start the fire. That was all they were good for.

Sarah picked up a few more and glanced at them. “Bullshit is right.”

Barrett stopped right before slipping his arm into his jacket. “How so?”

“This is supposed to be the building we are in now, right?”

“The lodge. Strickler wants to cover the front and provide valet parking. It’s all about the five-star rating.” He had no idea why he just told her that. She was a guest and should be out enjoying herself, not back in his room talking about plans on how to change the ranch.

But talking to her was so effortless, so natural, that it seemed ridiculous to not discuss this with her. Her laugh warmed the room, but the way she shook her head had him on alert.

“Five stars, huh? Good luck with that.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Barrett finished dressing and kept glancing back to see her still scanning through the material. “See anything interesting?”

She stood and went to the door. “It’s really none of my business, but if you want my opinion, whoever put those plans together is not telling you the whole story. They didn’t even do their homework.”

“Can you be more specific?”

“For a five-star rating you need a hell of a lot more than what he’s telling you. A workout room. Special access to all floors. A reception desk open so many hours a day. Bilingual staff.”

“We don’t have a reception desk, and we speak English and bad English. Does that count?”

Sarah held up another piece of paper and frowned as she tilted her head to study it. “What can you tell me about Strickler?”

“What’s there to say? His name is Richard Strickler, and I can tell you that he’s full of shit and hasn’t done a damn thing for this ranch.”

“So is your
ex
-PR rep here?”

He paused and looked at her. “Yes. Why?”

She shrugged. “What does he look like?”

“Like a fucking weasel in a ponytail. Why all the questions?”

She squinted and adjusted her glasses as she focused on one of the papers in her hand. A total distraction from his question, and he knew it, but she looked so damn cute he didn’t push it.

“Does he seriously think he’s fooling anyone with these bogus plans and flashy brochures? He even spelled ‘superior’ wrong in your rating.”

He grabbed the folder, pushed all the papers back inside, and then handed it to her. She obviously felt the same way he did about Strickler. He’d love to know what she thought of his plans for the ranch. “When you have a minute, look through this and give me your honest opinion. But, for now, I really have to get moving.”

“Give me two minutes.” She disappeared out of his room. Barrett was still standing there, staring at the doorway, when she returned with a pair of heavy gloves and cute, fuzzy earmuffs. And that damn folder. “Okay. I’m ready. Don’t bother arguing. I’m coming with you.”

He could use the help, but he couldn’t ask her to do that. She was a guest. Guests shouldn’t have to do anything but enjoy themselves. “Sarah—”

“Stop, Barrett. You can’t do it by yourself. Let me help.”

He reached into his closet and dug around until he found a heavy coat too small for him. He tossed it at her before finding her a stocking hat. When he turned around to face her, he stopped cold at the sight.

The coat swallowed her so only her nose and eyes stuck out from the collar. Goddamn. He’d never thought a woman in a bulky coat five sizes too big for her would have him hard, but Sarah did.

He walked over and pushed the stocking cap down over her head and eyes. Instead of lifting it up to see, she tilted her head up and peeked out at him.

“How do I look?” Her smile lit up her eyes, even though the stocking cap had them hidden.

Kissing her soundly, he then nipped at her lips before pulling back. “You look like
The Incredible Shrinking Woman
.”

“Good. That’s the look I’m trying for. Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Then let’s go.”

Chapter 11

Sarah turned to leave, but stopped when she ran into Chris chest and stumbled back in surprise.

He smiled at her and reached out to hold her by the shoulders and stabilize her. “Well, hello there. Where are you going dressed like that? You aren’t still thinking of leaving, are you?”

Barrett stilled and waited for her answer. After their fun in the kitchen, they took their party up to her room. Instead of having sex, the three of them simply stretched out on the bed and just talked—something Barrett hadn’t done in a long time. He’d forgotten how wonderful it felt having a woman fall asleep in his arms, his cousin sandwiching her from the other side. It felt right.

It felt like home.

Sarah laughed and shook her head. “Hell, no. I’m having too much fun now. We’re just about to go out and have a snowball fight. Care to join us?”

“With a folder in your hands?”

She tucked the folder into the backside of her pants. “There. Hands free.”

“You are a feisty one, aren’t you?” He winked at her, and Barrett tensed.

Bringing Chris into the partnership as a third party was one thing, but flirting with Sarah right in front of him was another. The charming bastard. It made him start thinking about a backup plan for tonight. Chris could spend the night with someone else. Barrett didn’t know if he wanted to share Sarah any longer.

What the hell was the matter with him? He had no right to be jealous. Sarah would be gone, as would the rest of the guests, as soon as Gus could get the plow up the road. She didn’t belong to either one of them.

Which bothered the shit out of him.

“Was there something you needed, Chris?” Barrett didn’t bother to hide the growl in his tone.

Chris
’s
grin widened as he turned his attention to Sarah.

I just wanted to see our girl. How are ya, darlin’?

What was with the southern drawl? Chris grew up right here in southwest Montana.

Sarah beamed as Chris pulled her under his spell. Her pretty brown eyes lit up
,
and she even physically swayed. How did he do that?


Better now that you’re here.


I know how to make it even better.

He pulled the remote out of his pocket
,
and Sarah’s eyes widened. She shook her head just as he clicked it on.


Ah, Jesus.

She stumbled back and grabbed the dresser to stabilize herself. Chris clicked it to the next setting
,
and she sucked in a breath as she whimpered.

No fair.


Hey, Barrett? I just got…through…

Matt stopped as he crossed the threshold into Barrett’s room. He took one look at the flush in Sarah’s cheek, at the remote in Chris
’s
hand, and took a step back out.

Sorry.

Chris clicked the vibrator off and shoved the remote in his pocket, a sheepish grin on his guilty face.


What,

Barrett barked at his brother.

He stole a quick glance at Sarah before snapping his gaze to Barrett. “Donny and Gina made it in on their snowmobiles and said the road going out is a mess. Donny said until we can get Gus up to plow it, he wouldn’t recommend attempting to drive it. At least we have half our kitchen staff here now.”

Wonderful. Barrett muttered one of his favorite cuss words and grabbed his gloves. He added that to the list of things he needed to do. If Gus couldn’t make it up the road to plow it with the town’s truck, Barrett would have to bolt the plow on the front of the snowcat. “Keep the guests happy. Sarah and I are going to get the blankets from the tents.”

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