Adams, Eve - Trio [Gideon's Ring 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (28 page)

And then she did. She screamed and devoured Barrett’s flesh as her orgasm hit her hard. Chris dove down and lapped at her cunt, drinking up her juices, and she screamed again.

“I can’t stand it,” Barrett groaned. “Chris, let her milk you
, goddamn it
. I need to fuck her.”

Chris didn’t hesitate to switch positions with Barrett. He powered his erection into her mouth and let out a guttural groan. “Jesus, Sarah. Suck me hard, sweetheart. Just like that. Yeah.”

Barrett
sheathed his erection before
sinking his rigid flesh between her thighs. Without the hair around her entrance Sarah felt every vein, every pulse of Barrett’s sheathed cock as he pushed inside her. She cried out, pushing up with her hips to open herself up to him.

He thrust hard, impaling her with his rigid flesh and drawing a growl from her. She sucked Chris hard, flicking her tongue along the engorged head until he pulled out.

“I’m not going to last if I don’t take her now.” Chris opened the top drawer of the table next to the bed and pulled out a condom. “I’m going to take that sweet ass, Sarah.”

Good. That was exactly what she wanted. She cried out when Barrett pulled out and buried his cock deep inside her cunt once more. “Oh, my sweet Sarah. So good. So fucking good, baby.”

“Take me, Barrett. Oh, baby. Please fuck me.” She tried to reach up and wrap her arms around him, but the stupid restraints stopped her. She was helpless but
to rock her hips and nothing else.

Barrett quicken
ed
his pace and fell forward, crashing his lips down on hers without breaking his rhythm. He nipped at her lips, her jaw, her neck. She, in turn, did the same.

He drove in and out of her at a frightening pace, pushing them higher. Higher. Harder he thrust until they both whimpered and pleaded with each other to break the sweet torment.

With her exposed pussy, it left her clit vulnerable. The roughness of Barrett’s pubic hair brushed up against the swollen nerves, over and over, faster and faster. With a final thrust insanity hit as her world exploded around her.

“Sarah. Baby. Yes!” Barrett stiffened and jetted hot semen into the condom, intensifying her orgasm. She screamed and writhed as she rode out her climax.

“Son of a bitch.” Chris pushed his dick back into her mouth. She sucked hard as wave after wave crashed into her. He pumped his hips, fucking her mouth. “Yes, that’s it. Oh, hell yeah. Oh, my God. Fuck me with that mouth. Yes!”

Chris spilled his life down her throat, and Sarah swallowed before licking and sucking to milk him dry.

And still she wanted more.

Panting, not quite sated, Sarah remained still as Chris and Barrett stared down at her. She pulled against the restraints and huffed.

“That didn’t go quite as planned,” Barrett mentioned.

“The night is young, boys.”

They both grinned
,
and then each took a wrist and released it. Sarah sat up and patted at the bed on either side of her. They both sat. Barrett turned her toward him by cupping her cheek. Chris rubbed her shoulders and scooted closer, warming her.

“You’ve got to be getting sore, baby.”

She was, but she wouldn’t let that stop her. “I’ll recover later. Right now, I want what I’ve been promised. Now, are you going to give it to me, or am I going to have to take it?”

Barrett
grinned and winked. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you? Have I taught you nothing?”

“You taught me that when I see something I want, I should take it. And I want you beneath me, Chris behind me. I want to feel you both inside me at the same time again.”

Barrett undressed and stretched out on the bed. “Your wish…”

“Is my command,” Chris finished.

And they started all over again.

She overdid it. She
so
overdid it. First with Barrett, then with them both, then with
Chris
, then with them both again. Finally, after Barrett had fallen asleep, Chris and Sarah had made slow, tender love until the sun came up.

And now she could barely move.

With Barrett and Chris sound asleep, one on either side of her, sandwiching her in, she debated whether to cuddle back under the covers and drop her quest. She wasn’t supposed to be at the ranch looking for Lucky anyway. Maybe she should take Carol’s advice and leave Lucky to Norris. After all, he was being paid to track him. Sarah wasn’t.

But she couldn’t sleep, not with everything moving around in her mind. Slowly so not to wake the men, she slipped out of the bed and quickly dressed, her teeth chattering the entire time. Damn, it was cold.

After dressing she went to the stove and stuffed it with the rest of the wood inside the tent. As soon as that burned down, they’d need more. She made a mental note to say something to her men when they woke up.

She stopped as she thought about that. Were they her men? She wanted them to be, but she also knew reality and its cruel truth. Men like these Gideons didn
’
t fall for women like her. Period and the end.
She didn’t live in the fairy tales of her brother, his woman, and his other half.

Tying up her boots, she then grabbed her coat and carefully unzipped the tent
so as
to make as little noise as possible. She stepped out and zipped it back up, and then turned and squinted as she took in an enormous breath. The air nipped at her, but it felt great. The sun, peeking above the horizon, reflected off the white snow and temporarily blinded her.

Her eyes adjusted, and the further she moved away from the tents
,
the faster she moved. She pulled her cell phone out of her coat pocket and dialed Carol’s number. It rang several times and then went to voice mail. She dialed again with the same results.

It didn’t make any sense. Why would Carol leave without saying anything? The ranch had great cell service. She could have at least called. And the fact that she left with Strickler bothered the hell out of her.

Sarah pulled her earmuffs out of her jacket and put them on
and
then her gloves. The sun shined bright in the cloudless blue sky, a clear indication that the storm had passed.

Or had it?

Something ate at her. Why would Strickler, the ranch’s
ex
-PR rep, be pushing so hard for a five-star rating? People who paid for weekends at a couples’ retreat specializing in multiple partners didn’t care how many stars the ranch had. They came looking for a good time, and the ranch delivered. As the PR rep, he should have known that.

She turned and looked back at the tents, all sitting neatly in a row, smoke lazily rising out of the chimneys. With the snow covering the ground, the trees, and even the roofs of the tents, the entire scene looked like it came straight from a picture. She didn’t know all the ins and outs, but she had a sneaking suspicion tents, even glamping tents, would never qualify as five-star abodes.

She thought back to the plans. They focused on the lodge and only the lodge. Even then they weren’t very detailed.

Even though it would give her away, she decided the time had come for her to call her brother. He knew how to read into situations like this. She pulled off her earmuffs and brought her phone to her ear, dialed, and held her breath.

“You’d better have a really good reason to wake me up early on a Sunday, sweet pea.”

Sarah thinned her lips but didn’t say anything. She hated that nickname, but since she needed his help, she knew better than to piss him off—especially since she did wake him up.

“Norris, don’t be an asshole,” Amber said, her voice muffled in the background.

“Yes, dear. So, Sarah, tell me how your weekend went.”

“It’s been great. Better than I could have imagined.”
I fell in love.

She decided to keep the rest of her comment to herself and wasn’t about to share any details. “Listen, Norris. I need you to do some digging on a PR rep by the name of Richard Strickler.”

“What are you up to?”

“I’ll tell you as soon as you find out more about this guy.”

Norris sighed hard and grunted as he must have gotten out of bed. “This had better be worth it.”

“Did she find Lucky?” Amber’s voice sounded in the background.

Sarah stiffened as all her senses slowed. Did her brother and his girlfriend know the real reason she’d come to the ranch? “What did she just say?”

“Uh, nothing.” Norris mumbled something after moving the phone from his mouth, but Sarah still heard it. “Damn it, Amber. She didn’t know.”

“Give me the phone. Yes. Yes, Norris. Now!” Sarah heard a scuffle, and then Amber’s voice came on the phone.

“Hey, sweetie. Is everything okay?”

Sarah didn’t know what to say. They knew why she’d come to the ranch. In fact, based on Amber’s question, they’d expected her to. That hurt, knowing her own family had pulled a con on her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Sarah, my dear, I love you, and you know that, so I feel I can be truthful here. You are the world’s worst liar. Positively dreadful.” Amber’s English accent even made insults sound good.

“Thanks a lot.”

“If we told you that you were going to the ranch with a cover, you would have blown it. I know it. You know it. It was better to just have you go to the ranch as yourself.”

“But how did you know I would go after Lucky?”

“Because you’re an Emerson. You do love a good challenge.”

You could say that again
. Sarah thought of Barrett and Chris and then smiled.

“Now what’s this about Lucky? Did you find him?”

She let out a huff, and her breath swirled above her in a delicate cloud. It sucked that her brother would hide something like this from her, but it made sense. She really was the world’s worst liar. And right now, she didn’t matter. If she followed her hunch and it turned out that she did find Lucky, then she’d kiss her brother for not trusting her.

Like that made
any
sense.

But if she could help that family from Colorado and help the Gideons before Lucky struck again, she’d be a hero.

“I think I found Lucky. I don’t know if it’s him for sure, but I’ve asked Norris to check into the ranch’s ex-PR rep. He came here this weekend to deliver these bogus plans that look like a six-year-old did them. And get this—the power went out yesterday, and then he left. Do you think there’s any connection?”

“Power outages raise eyebrows, which is why they aren’t typically done for a con. But I wouldn’t put anything past Lucky. He seems the type to pull out all the stops, especially on a score like the GR&L. Norris is busy typing away on his laptop, and from the look on his face, he’s either found something interesting or he’s constipated.”

Sarah laughed and then covered her mouth when it echoed through the trees. She didn’t want anyone else to hear her out here talking about a potential con artist until she knew for sure. “What did he find?”

“I’m not sure, but he’s now motioning for me to give him the phone back. No, you’ll just have to wait. I’m not done talking to her. Damn you, you bully.”