Adams, Eve - Trio [Gideon's Ring 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

Who knew?

Chris’
gaze darkened with lust. Pure, unadulterated lust. “Just how scared do you want to be, Sarah? Because, as God
a
s my witness, I’m willing to take this as far as it needs to go for you to come. And you will come, sweetheart. Come hard. Come often. But you will only come when given permission. Is that clear?”

The smile she had firmly planted on her lips slid off. Was he serious? She’d never equated fear with desire, but just the thought of what this man—what both these men—would do to scare her had her breathing in shallow gasps as her blood boiled in anticipation.

Just how far would any of them go?

“Do you think she’ll want to be restrained?”

Barrett grunted as his answer.

Chris laughed at his own question. “What am I thinking? Based on her reaction in the bar, I think she’s open to just about anything
we
show her.”

He couldn’t argue with that, nor did he want to. The idea of serving up some fun BDSM
-
style had his interest piqued and his cock engorged. He’d take her, over and over, until the agitation churning in his gut dissipated.

Sarah Emerson had more than everything he wanted and needed. A mix of disbelief, irritation, and rampant lust snaked through him as his brain bounced back and forth between her and Gail Sawyer. He couldn’t stop himself from comparing the two.

Sarah’s witchy eyes looked to him in heated challenge, wanting to defy him as much as give in to him. She had his body tense, his balls tight. He wanted her, wanted to punish her, to pleasure her, and give her the best
fucking
weekend of her life. Had he ever felt that level of intensity with Gail? With anyone?

Barrett wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a long, unsteady breath. It didn’t make any sense, his sudden shift in want. He’d always wanted Gail.
Always
. Every weekend that he participated in as an instructor he was just that—an instructor.

This time he wanted to be more, and he couldn’t explain why. There was no reason why an hour—if that—would affect him so drastically. No woman had ever made him so hard so fast, including Gail. Then again, Gail just la
id
there and never so much as released a loud moan when he brought her to climax. Somehow he knew Sarah would be so much more.

“You boys have collected a few more toys since my last visit. Nice.” Chris held up a glass dildo and turned it in his hand. “I brought my own bag, just in case I didn’t find anything I liked.”

“This isn’t about you, Chris.”
Barrett
shrugged and continued to rifle through the closet, completely oblivious of the internal battle Barrett fought as he sat there in the chair, staring at the very spot Gail had
stood when she
callously ripped out his heart mere hours ago.

His brilliant, clueless cousin must have forgotten that the room he’d chosen to
use to
bring Miss Sarah Emerson to new heights of pleasure was the same room Tom and Gail had said their good-bye. Instead of joining in on the search for all the sex toys and BDSM gear they’d need, Barrett sat in the chair against the opposite wall, sipping on straight whiskey, debating whether to call this entire thing off. His feelings for Sarah scared him, and he’d be damned if he’d let himself go there again.

Ever again.

Would it be a betrayal to Gail if he let himself actually enjoy the flesh of another woman so soon? When he drove Sarah crazy by diving between her thighs and driving her to climax with his mouth, would Gail even cross his mind?

“We’ll definitely need those,” Chris commented as he tossed the velvet handcuffs onto the bed. He added a ball gag, blindfold, flogger, and various other paraphernalia.

Turning to Barrett, he frowned. “Why aren’t you over here helping me? This is supposed to be your call. You pinned her first. You’re the Master. Matt told me you all promised Norris you’d take good care of her.”

He didn’t give a shit. Every passing second the memory of Gail sank deeper into his brain and depressed him even more. He should definitely call this off. “Take it, then.”

“Oh, no. This, dear cuz, is exactly what you need.”

“How so?”

“For as long as I can remember, Gail Sawyer has had her little pussy wrapped around you. She controlled your relationship, if you can call it that.”

“You don’t know what the fuck you are talking about.”

Chris laughed, and Barrett gripped his glass tight as he clenched his teeth. Only Chris would have the balls to irritate the shit out of Barrett by talking about Gail right after she shattered him.

He didn’t want to hear this. In just a few minutes, their guest would walk through the door and expect him to perform all kinds of unbelievable sexual acts. The last thing he needed was a lecture on what he did wrong with Gail, especially from a perpetual bachelor like his cousin.

“I think I do,” Chris countered and turned back to his quest for more things to put into play. “I know you, apparently better than you know yourself.”

“You know what I want you to know.” Barrett took a long pull of his whiskey and breathed out as the burn coated his throat, warming him throughout his body.

“We are Gideons. It’s in our blood to dominate in everything we do. You can’t stop being who you are, Barrett. Gail made you hold that part of you back. You weren’t yourself with her. At least now you can finally be yourself again.”

“I’m exactly who I want to be.” One miserable bastard.

“Bullshit.”

“Can we just get this over with?”

He whipped around and glared down at Barrett. “What the hell is wrong with you? Sarah is going to walk through that door any minute. If she sees you wallowing in your own goddamn self-pity, what do you think she is going to say? To think? You can tell by the way she holds herself that she has self-esteem issues. She sees you moping like that and she’s going to take it personally.”

“She’s beautiful. There’s no reason for her to have a self-esteem issue.”

Chris laughed. “
No argument there, cuz. I knew she’d be perfect for us, which is why I flagged you over. Sarah does love a challenge, and to have two Doms challenge her made her all that much hotter. You like her, don’t you?”

She’d definitely caught his eye, and it bothered the hell out of him. He wasn’t even over Gail, and here he sat, lusting over another woman. A woman with dark red curls of satin and big brown eyes that pulled him into their depths.

“
Yeah,
I like her.”

Chris chuckled and flashed that charming, Gideon smile. “Yeah, me too. She’s got the cutest little crinkle between her eyes when she looks at you like you’ve lost your ever-loving mind. And the way she challenged
us both
was spectacular. Man, I’ve never seen you so frustrated
and me so goddamn hard I could split rocks
.”

Barrett continued to pout as he stared at his glass of whiskey, at the way the ice had begun to melt and swirl around in the amber liquid.

“
At least with
Gail out of your life
,
you are finally free.
You get that, right
?”

Ignoring the pinch in his gut at that little dose of reality, Barrett closed his eyes and tried to tune out his cousin as Chris continued on with his theory.

“Barrett, I’m going to tell you something that you need to hear. It’s going to piss you off, but you need to hear it.”

Barrett opened his eyes and glared at his cousin. “Is it worth ending your life over?”

Chris rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah. Always the tough guy. Listen to me, you have to know that you never had her.”

“Excuse me?” Barrett tensed and readied himself for jumping out of the chair and kicking the shit out of his favorite cousin.

Despite knowing it could be his last breath, Chris used it to continue pissing Barrett off, as always. “Seriously, cuz. Gail used you. She used you to make Tom jealous before they got together. She used you to get back at Tom when those two split up. She used you to get Tom back. It’s always been a game to her. Why can’t you see that?”

He lowered his gaze to his glass as the truth of what Chris said struck him hard. Still, Barrett tried to refute. “You’re wrong.”

“How am I wrong?”

“You don’t know Gail the way I do.”

“I don’t need to know her. I know women like her. Hell, I’ve been on both sides with women like her.”

“Did any of them tell you they loved you?” Barrett didn’t have much of a defense left and started to grasp at straws.

“Those are just words, dude. Did she ever look you in the eye when she said it?”

God
damn
it. “She didn’t need to. I know she meant it.”

“You need to see it for what it really was,” Chris said, his jovial tone gone. He rarely showed this serious side.

Barrett took notice and glanced up at him. “And that is?”

Chris
’s
haze
l eyes bore into him. “Gail never loved you. And, frankly, I hope this time she’s gone for good. The rest of us have had to stand back and watch the way she strung you along. It sucked knowing that whenever she wanted anything from you, you’d drop everything to be at her beck and call.”

“That’s being a good friend.”

“At what cost? Jesus, Barrett. You’re thirty years old and have never had a serious relationship because of her.”

Barrett’s blood began to boil. He didn’t need to hear this. He didn’t
want
to hear this. “This from the guy whose idea of a serious relationship is the same woman for more than one weekend.”

“That’s by choice.”

“And so is mine.”

“Keep trying to convince yourself of that. All I’m saying is that with Gail out of the picture, maybe you’ll finally be able to find something more than being a third party in a weekend ménage.” Just then a knock at the door sounded, and Chris grinned wide as he closed the folding closet doors before approaching the other door. “And that something may be closer than you think.”

Before Barrett could protest against his cousin’s ridiculous notion, Chris opened the door and immediately lost his smile. “Carol?”

Barrett stood as the blonde bombshell walked into the room. He spotted her in the bar
. She
already had so many guests, men and women alike, surrounding her, all trying to claim her, that he didn’t even bother. She screamed high maintenance, from her fake boobs, fake tan, and fake nails, all the way down to shoes that probably cost more than her fee for the weekend.

So why was she here instead of Sarah?

Chris didn’t seem to mind, the heartless son of a bitch. “Well, well, well. Are we adding a bit of flavor
to
tonight’s activities?”

Carol gave him a slow once-over. “More like a replacement.”

“Where’s Sarah?” Barrett demanded.

“She left.”