Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Unhitched [The Double Rider Men's Club 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (24 page)

The wicked sensation of his forceful thrusts astounded her. She loved it. Each thrust rubbed her hard nipples slightly against the tree and sent vibrant tendrils of pleasure down her body and straight into her pussy.

Derek’s fingers pressing hard into her ass with each cock stroke was an additional dark delight.

Alexis was zooming to the edge of another epic climax. She cried out in pleasure each time he pushed his cock deeply into her body. The sounds of her passion seemed to echo and bounce off the surrounding trees.

And then she remembered the camera recording this spontaneous nature fuck, and her desire ramped up tenfold. The sudden orgasm she’d been on the brink of came fast and hard.

Her pussy clenched Derek’s cock as he fucked her harder and faster. She shrieked as she came. Derek followed with a bellow of his own a second later.

He pressed hard into her as if his legs had stopped working. She understood as her legs trembled from the extreme pleasure of the experience.

Jackson was suddenly at their side to aid them. “I really love hiking, don’t you?” he asked with a huge smile plastered on his handsome face.

“I really love the two of you,” she said.

How was she ever going to leave these two amazing men?

Chapter Fifteen

Later that week

Alexis had just under twenty-four hours to decide the fate of her immediate future. And she didn’t know what in the hell she was going to do.

The more time she spent in Colorado, the more she wanted to stay. Ms. Rickman had called a few days ago to apologize for being so abrupt with her when she’d called in to extend her vacation. Nice of her, since Alexis hadn’t expected it. She reiterated her hope that Alexis’s current vacation was proving restful, and that the company looked forward to her return.

Apparently, the lawyers and uppity-ups in the company had done some research and discovered her account of the time in Las Vegas was accurate with regard to the man and woman held without bond after their initial arraignment on several serious charges. Even the high-priced lawyer hadn’t been able to get Virgil bail. The two had been sought for similar crimes in neighboring states but hadn’t been caught or arrested until now, and the FBI was about to take over the case.

Alexis took the opportunity to also mention her concern over Sylvia’s nephew, Brett, and how it made her uncomfortable that he followed her around regardless of how harmless he was. She asked what could be done to curtail his interest.

Ms. Rickman understood completely and promised to address the issue upon her return. She went on to restate that Alexis was a valued employee and hoped that the recent unpleasantness hadn’t soured her opinion of the G. Harriman Pharmaceutical Co. The stern woman even said she personally looked forward to Alexis’s return, as several of her regular clients had asked about her since she’d been gone.

And truthfully, it
was
very nice to be missed.

So she didn’t have a good reason not to go back home. Except that she’d fallen hopelessly in love with two men who lived, worked, and belonged to a sexy men’s club located in far off Colorado. She’d checked a US map. The distance was too far for any kind of realistic permanent relationship. She’d have to make a choice. Job or love. And that sucked.

They’d attended a Stadium event the night before, much like the one she’d witnessed by accident in Las Vegas. Only this time, she, Jackson, and Derek had recreated what they watched. If fact they’d made the experience last from before, during, and after watching the threesome onstage perform in their private box.

She still vibrated in pleasure just thinking about it. The memory second only to what she’d done in the clearing of the woods behind the house against a tree. Twice.

The doorbell rang and pulled her from her fruitless decision-making reverie. She still didn’t know what she was going to do. She and Valentina had made plans to go into Ryder today. Even after only a week together as friends, Alexis felt closer to Valentina than any of her friends back home. They’d seen each other almost every day, and telephoned on the days they hadn’t seen each other. Perhaps having a new friend was another consideration to add to the
stay in Colorado
column of the stay-or-go decision she put off making.

Valentina was dressed casually, and she was early. Alexis wasn’t even close to being ready.

“I am early,” she said the moment the door opened. “I wanted to borrow some books from Derek on local history. He said it was permissible.” Alexis loved her accented, formal voice. She’d almost be willing to say they were best friends, but didn’t want to presume.

“Of course, come on in.” Alexis closed the door once she was inside. “You know where the library is, right?”

Valentina nodded, dropped her purse on the table by the door, and headed to the first floor library. Derek was a book hound. He had books on practically everything. When he wasn’t driving her to distraction with his lovemaking, he usually had a book in his hands. Fiction, nonfiction, he read everything. Yet another endearing quality she’d miss if she left.

She pushed out a sigh at the looming decision she’d have to make, and went back upstairs to her luxurious bedroom to finish getting ready for a girls’ day out.

* * * *

“I understand what you want to do, Clay,” Derek said. “But do we absolutely have to take care of this now? Can’t we put it off for a few days at least? ” Derek knew that Alexis and Valentina were having a girls’ day out, but he wanted to ensure they were back to the house this afternoon when the two women were scheduled returned. He glanced at his watch. They were due to return shortly unless their plans had changed.

Derek glanced at his watch again and did a quick calculation of how much longer Alexis would be in Colorado. If she decided to go back to her home and her job, she’d be leaving in less than a day. Their time was running out.

The week she’d just spent here had been nothing short of amazing in his mind. The three of them laughed and talked and just spent time in each other’s company. Whether relaxing by the fireplace, exploring the DRMC property on all-terrain vehicles or hiking around the wooded land behind their house, Derek had never enjoyed a week spent in anyone’s company like he had with Alexis and Jackson. The memory of sex against a tree in the clearing slid past his frontal lobe. It never failed to make him smile. His cock twitched once as well. They were meant to be together. He knew it.

Derek and Jackson were currently seated at a table in the large conference room of Clay’s security fortress. They weren’t there against their will exactly, but not truly by choice, either. They were still ironing out the details of a coming rancher’s delight event that would take place at the property they leased on the DRMC’s southern border.

Clay wanted the members of their club to be happy, but he also wanted to beef up security between the two pieces of property. They’d already installed a paved road leading from DRMC land across the line and into Calista Parker’s ranch property quite a while ago.

In the time Calista had been away enjoying a new European life filled with lots of travel and her artistic whims, Clay had gotten her permission to not only put the road in between the properties, but also to build a structure on the north end of her land to facilitate parking and the addition of a guard shack near the border so that not just anyone could come and go across their respective property lines. Although the
shack
in question was larger in square footage than the family home Derek had grown up in.

There was still some residual bad blood between Calista and the southern border neighbor of her property.

The brutish and still swaggering Drew Kincaid had been in lots of trouble with various agencies, but none of his wrongdoings had been dire enough to put or keep him in jail. He was, however, a regular attendee in the local and federal court system since Calista and her two husbands, Bo Parker and Rafe Latimer, had been gone.

Derek knew that Clay took particular joy in Kincaid’s misfortune, although he didn’t know the full story of why. Probably had something do to with his closeness to Calista, Bo, and Rafe. They’d put on quite a show in the Stadium before the trio had headed off overseas.

“Yes. I believe we need to take care of this right now, or you wouldn’t be here. I’ve installed a camera there, but I don’t have anyone hired to watch it, yet. We need to be vigilant.” Clay’s irate voice broke through Derek’s idle daydreaming with the reasons for this meeting.

Jackson responded. “We trust you, Clay. Do whatever you need to do to make the property as secure as you want it to be. However, this isn’t a prison, and the club members don’t want to be searched, patted down, or given an anal probe every time they cross a property line.”

Clay rolled his eyes, but there was a glint of humor there, too. “As if.”

“We appreciate that you protect us. You do a great job. However, there are limits that need to be adhered to,” Derek added. Clay shot him a dirty look at the word “limits.” Derek knew he hated to narrow his options to anything resembling basic security.

Before he could respond, or deny that there were ever any limits to security, a buzzer sounded. Clay rose, crossed the room, and pressed a button on an elaborate communications console set up on one wall. “Yes.”

“Mr. Forrester, it’s Yates at front gate security. The propane delivery guy is here, but not the usual guy. New guy’s name is Joe Cantor. His identification and picture check out, but I figured you’d want to know.”

“Right. Hold on. Let me make a call.” He pushed another button and speed-dialed the propane company and left it on speaker.

“Hello, this is Clayton Forrester at the DRMC. There’s a different propane deliveryman than usual out at our front gate. What happened to Stanley?”

The voice on the other line said, “Right. Stanley broke his leg in an accident. He’ll be out for a while. Joe Cantor will be your new service guy for a few months.”

“Next time, please call and forewarn me if there will be someone different, okay?”

“Sure thing, Mr. Forrester. I’ll make note.”

Clay pushed out a long sigh as if discontent, but quickly pushed another button. “Yates, Joe is the new service guy for the time being. Make note for the next delivery.”

“Will do, Mr. Forrester.”

Clay turned around and seated himself at the table again, but Derek could tell his mind was somewhere else. He asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I hate disruption. And I especially hate new propane delivery guys.” Given that a while back a faulty regulator on said propane tank had blown Clay into a tree and put him in the hospital overnight, it wasn’t an unreasonable reaction. He was surprised Clay hadn’t concluded the meeting to go personally escort the propane tank guy in and right back out of the property as quickly as possible.

Derek contemplated the future possible disturbance in his life involving Alexis. Even if she decided to eventually remain with them, she’d still have to return home and take care of packing her life up.

The three of them were scheduled to have a serious discussion tonight regarding her decision. Derek figured he’d better plan on each eventual outcome. If she stayed, he’d help her move out here so fast her suitcases would spin. If she wanted to leave, he’d insist that they plan to meet sometime in the next month to ensure that was the right decision.

If she left, and stayed gone, Derek didn’t know how he’d handle it. He’d probably adopt Jackson’s previous stance. After Alexis, he’d never want to marry again.

* * * *

Alexis and Valentina parked Jackson’s fancy Jeep in the driveway and carted all their purchases in through the front door. In her opinion, the day couldn’t have gone any better than it had. The weather had been beautiful. She and Valentina had lots in common careerwise. They spent lots of time talking about the pharmaceutical industry here and abroad. They’d shopped all over Ryder, eaten lunch in the swanky Ryder Hotel restaurant, and then shopped some more. She couldn’t remember when she’d had a better day.