Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

Shuddering, Marley called the dogs. They trotted up to her, Chug and Bailey not far behind. Chug came to sit at her feet, panting, his jaws slapping open and closed as he looked up her with interest.

“I’m staying home tomorrow. It’s my day off,” Grayson told her. “If you want to leave Barney and Martha at our place, they can have their own run. It’s quite large and there’s plenty of shade.”

She looked at her dogs. As good as they were, she knew they were bored out of their minds sitting in the gallery all day, with only a break or two during the long hours. If she left them with Grayson, then they would have a place to play while she was working. What could it hurt? It was the perfect solution.

“That sounds great. I’ll bring over their beds and their toys. Thanks.”

“No problem. We’re more than willing to help out with anything you need.”

“Which brings me to my offer. Tomorrow is my day off, too,” Roarke told her. “I can help you out at the gallery. I’m sure there’s stuff I can help with.”

“I could use some help cleaning and polishing the floor. I had paper taped down over it to keep the dust and the paint off.”

“What time do you want me there?”

Marley smiled at Roarke. His eagerness was apparent. “No need to rush. Spend time with Grayson. I probably won’t drop the dogs off until around nine. The thing I like about living here, which I never experienced while I lived in California, is I never feel like rushing to do anything.”

They were walking toward the street, the dogs following behind. Except for Chug that is, the dog seeming to have taken an instant liking to her. He looked up at her with adoring eyes, which she rewarded with a scratch to his ears. She wasn’t used to bending over to pet a dog and laughed about that.

“I thought everyone in California was laid-back.”

“A popular misconception.” Marley laughed, thinking about the life she had left behind. The only time she had felt laid-back was when she was away from the city, either when she went to the beach or into the mountains. It was a moment when she could tell them something of her history. She should, but decided to wait. Another day or two, or even a few, wouldn’t make a great deal of difference. “Goodnight, Roarke,” she said, going up on tiptoe to kiss him lightly on the mouth, her own twitching with amusement as she heard his disappointed moan. Then she turned to Grayson and saw the heat in his green eyes when she looked up at him. “Goodnight, Grayson. Thank you for the walk.”

“It was our pleasure.”

Marley left the men there, knowing even as she did so she was making the wrong choice. Something deep down inside of her was telling her she needed to take a chance with the men. They were hot, sexy, and she was attracted to them both. The pull was very strong. Just sitting beside them in the park had sent her pulse racing. When they had touched her places inside her body began to throb and come alive.

But sexual desire wasn’t enough to build a future on, was it? That was a rather shaky foundation. There had to be something more, some kind of glue to make it all stick together.

And what did she have to offer these two men, these longtime lovers, men who already had a strong bond? Did they really want or need a woman to complete their lives? Weren’t they enough for one another? What if they decided, after she had been with them for a while, that they really didn’t want her? That would really suck.

Marley was certain of one thing. It wouldn’t take much to fall in love with the men. They seemed to be everything a woman would want. Singly or together, they were dynamic.

Letting herself in the back door, she smiled as she saw two plates of cookies and a glass of milk. There was a note beside it.

Picking it up, she read the neat script:
I thought you might like a snack after your walk. There’s a little something for Martha and Barney. They’re pumpkin biscuits. Enjoy. Ellen

The milk was still ice cold and the cookies warm. The woman was a marvel. Sitting down, she gave each of the dogs their cookies. They crunched appreciatively as Marley picked up a cookie from the other plate. She smiled as she saw the huge chunks of chocolate poking out of the golden crust. Did everyone know her secret?

As she bit into the treat she closed her eyes, reliving the moments with Roarke and Grayson. With her pussy twitching and her panties getting wet, she finished the cookie and reached for the second. It couldn’t hurt to draw out the moment.

“I’d pay good money to know what put that look on your face,” a deep, velvety voice said, startling her out of the heated memories.

Marley’s eyes flew open. Colt was standing in front of her, wearing nothing more than those darn sexy white silk sleeping pants again. Was the man trying to tempt her? She thought about that. As breathtakingly gorgeous as the man was, and she would undoubtedly enjoy anything sexual he wanted to do to her, she just wasn’t interested.

And that in itself was interesting. Just what did she want? It was a question which would torment her if she let it.

“I was just thinking about some nice things that happened to me today. I take it that your house still reeks of paint fumes.” Ellen had told her that morning why her employer was staying in his family home instead of his personal residence.

The dark head inclined, a flash of annoyance crossing his handsome face. “Unfortunately it does.”

Marley lifted the plate holding the last cookie. “Have one?”

Colt smiled and took the cookie. She watched as he ate it. Heck, the man even knew how to eat in a way which was totally sexy. She wanted to ask if Bliss and Clarissa were with him, but decided that wasn’t any of her business. The man was nice enough to give her a place to stay until she found a house to buy. That didn’t give her the right to pry into his private business.

“Have you found any houses yet?”

He nodded. “As a matter of fact, I have. There are two you might like. If you have the time, we can tour them tomorrow.”

“The electrician is coming to the gallery in the morning. After we go over again what I want, I’ll be free for a while.” She frowned, remembering Roarke was coming by to help her with the floors. “Darn, it’ll have to wait until early afternoon, if you’re available. Roarke has offered to help with the floors.”

“The afternoon is fine. The houses aren’t going anywhere.” Colt smiled again. “We’ll go for a late lunch at the Silver Star Hotel.”

Marley had glimpsed inside the place. It wasn’t the kind of restaurant where one wandered in wearing grungy jeans and a tattered T-shirt. She would have to rush home to clean up first and put on the appropriate outfit. But it would be worth it. If someone wanted to buy her a nice meal at a fancy restaurant, she was all for it.

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Two o’clock?”

“Two,” she agreed, then watched as he walked out of the kitchen, admiring the shape of his ass beneath the clinging silk.

A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. She might not want to have sex with the man, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t look. With the chocolate taking effect, Marley smiled and took the plates and glass to the sink. She rinsed them before placing them in the dishwasher, wondering as she did so if Ellen wasn’t hiding in a hallway somewhere waiting for her to leave so she could wash the dishes and the kitchen.

“Come on, guys. Let’s go to bed.”

Bed. Yeah, right. She wasn’t going to be able to sleep any better than she had the night before. Deciding she wouldn’t go anywhere near the borrowed book again, she bagged her dirty clothes for washing the next day, then pulled out the suit she would wear for the lunch with Colt. She didn’t dress up often, but when she did she enjoyed it. She paired the pale green suit with a pair of bone heels. The suit was in relatively good condition, no obvious wrinkles, so she hung it up in the bathroom to let it relax in the steam. Then she was turning on the shower and stepping in. She was too tired to take a bath. Heck, she would probably fall asleep and slide underwater.

Yawning seemed to be a good sign she would fall asleep quickly. Marley dried off and pulled on a nightgown. One glance at the dogs and she saw they were already dreaming of more biscuits and running in the park. Turning off the light, she climbed up on the bed and tucked herself between the sheets, sighing with pleasure as she did so. She didn’t know what the thread count was, but she sure wanted to get a set of sheets like the ones caressing her skin. She didn’t care about the cost. It was such a little thing to pamper herself with.

Marley was certain she heard herself moaning as she woke in the middle of the night. Feeling herself flushing hotly as she recalled the dream, she knew there was no chance of going right back to sleep.

Reaching out she turned on the light. Then she was slipping out of the bed and padding across the carpet to her suitcase. She knew she should unpack before someone else did it for her, but she wasn’t about to do it at two in the morning. Pulling out the book, then the long, thick vibrator on impulse, she tossed the book onto the bed with a small bottle of lube before she made a quick trip into the bathroom with the bottle of cleanser.

Armed with the vibrator, she was determined to make it through the rest of the book. One or two orgasms would help her sleep. As she sat naked against banked pillows, Marley held the book in one hand while she caressed her hard nipples with the other. She pinched and pulled them, her teeth worrying her lower lip, as she read words so scorching she could feel her skin heating up. Low moans escaped her lips as her pussy began throbbing in the most irresistible manner.

Marley’s entire world came to a screeching halt as she learned how two men made love to one woman at the same time. The fingers on her nipple froze, her breath caught in her throat, and her body’s inner workings went into overdrive.

“
No way
!” she breathed, bringing the pages closer, as if rereading it an inch from her nose could make it any more believable. “There’s just no way that could possibly work.”

But there it was in black and white. Well, there was no getting beyond it until she got a confirmation or a denial. Jumping out of bed she pulled on the discarded nightgown and headed for the door. There was one person she could ask. The owner of this incredible book could tell her if such a thing was even remotely possible.

Going to the end of the hallway, she rapped without hesitation on the solid panel. There were giggles inside, a soft masculine chuckle, as well as a deeper one. Oh, geez, there were three people in there with Colt and one of them was a man. What the hell had she interrupted? She flushed hotly all over as her pussy clenched hard enough it almost hurt.

Swallowing hard, she stiffened her backbone and waited. When he opened the door he didn’t look in the least put out that she was at his door in the middle of the night. There were more giggles behind him and she wished she could see who was in the room.

“Did you decide to join us?” Colt asked in what she thought was the sexiest voice she had ever heard come out of a male. She blinked up at him. The sound of it was almost hypnotic. “The bed is very large. There’s more than enough room.”

There was more laughter from the direction she guessed the bed was in. They must be having a lot of fun, she thought dazedly. Then she remembered why she was there.

Marley held the book up in front of Colt, showing him what she had read. “Is this even possible?” she asked breathlessly, her eyes wide in her face as she waited.

The corner of his mouth twitched as he read the paragraph indicated by her fingertip. He shifted his gaze from the book to her face. “Yes, it’s very possible and quite pleasurable for the woman, I’m told. A male sub joined us tonight. Would you care for us to show you?” He stroked the side of her face, then down her neck and along her bare shoulder. His fingers toyed with the thin strap holding her gown in place. “It would be our pleasure to show you just how possible, and enjoyable, it is for a woman to be made love to at the same time by two men.”

“No.” She shook her head vigorously and took a step back. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She didn’t know if it was because of the invitation or what she had just learned. It was probably both, she thought dazedly. “No, I’m good. I was just wondering.”

“Well, if you have any more questions, you might want to ask your men. They would be more than happy to demonstrate anything you want to know about.”

Marley nodded. “I’ll do that,” she said thinly, retreating even further. Her men? Colt thought of Roarke and Grayson as her men? Who else was thinking that? “Goodnight.”

“I liked the pajamas better!” Colt called after her.

Marley clutched the book to her chest and ran like the chicken she was.

The next morning Marley thought about her naiveté. Though she had known a woman could sleep with two men, she had never thought about the mechanics of what would be involved in such an encounter. It had been a real eye-opener, that’s for sure. Once she had returned to her room she hadn’t been able to go back to sleep.

The rest of the night had been given over to fantasizing and masturbating. Thank goodness for quality batteries and very slick lube. If she kept up her nocturnal activities she was going to have to replenish both, she thought with a smirk.

As she pulled up into the driveway at Roarke and Grayson’s house, she didn’t immediately get out. She stared at the beautiful Queen Anne, truly wishing it could be hers. She particularly liked the cantilevered gable over the entranceway, as well as the wide porch which ran across the front. There were turrets, gables, and so much ornate trim it was almost ridiculous. The paint, consisting of several colors, was green, white, yellow, and brown. If the house was hers she would go blue with white, pink, yellow, and green. Callie had wanted bright butterfly colors. Something so bright, she’d said, that your eyes hurt from the beauty of it. Just like the butterflies she loved and devoted her art to, Marley thought with a smile.