Unbridled and Untethered [The Double Rider Men's Club 10] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

Primarily, was it something she was truly interested in trying? The fantasies she’d dreamed up this past week with the mere idea of two men in her bed had been powerful. She needed to assess the reality.

Once they arrived at his house, Emma Rae had sobered up much more. Her mind had gone to very dark places in her past. She got out of her car with the fleeting notion that it was a bad idea to enter his domain. She didn’t want to be cornered. Didn’t want to be surprised.

Then again, if not now, when?

How long did she intend to let her dark past rule her life? Resolute in her choice, she forged ahead and walked toward his home.

The inviting lights strung up around the porch were soothing to her troubled soul. Luke came alongside her and pointed to the swing on the porch. “Want to rock with me for a few minutes before we go inside?”

“Sure.” With silent gratitude coursing through her at the delay in going indoors, she headed to the porch stairs.

He gestured for her to go first and followed her up the wide wooden planks and to the right toward the swing swaying slightly in the evening breeze.

Emma Rae felt his hand press to her lower back in tender guidance. A gentlemanly gesture that warmed her all the way to her soul. The spot he touched tingled even through her clothing.

Before they even made it within kicking distance of the swing, Emma Rae stopped and turned to Luke. He smiled, and his eyebrows went up in question. She pushed her body securely into his frame and planted her lips on his mouth before she changed her mind.

He grabbed her up in his arms so fast she didn’t have time to take a breath. In an unprecedentedly aggressive mood, Emma Rae promptly licked her way hard and fast into his mouth, almost daring him to return her ardent desires.

He did.

The sudden, glorious dueling of their tongues had her nearly breathless with lust and possibilities. She couldn’t breathe and didn’t care. As if her limbs had a mind of their own, her legs lifted and soon were wrapped around his hips. His hard, wide cock suddenly pressed a dent against her belly as she clung to him.

Juice from her pussy gushed so quickly into her panties she could have sworn she heard a
whoosh
of water running. Before she knew it or could react or even care, Luke had turned and pressed her to the outer wall of his home. This action gave her better leverage to rub against him.

Her legs tightened around his body. She was able to send her hips sliding up and down easily as he pressed his body hard into hers. Her clit blazed a marvelously seductive path across his blatant erection. Her breasts were pressed tight against his chest. Nipples tingling at the friction and satisfying stimulation, Emma Rae moved her torso again, sending more lustful waves of pleasure to her already overstimulated pussy.

She couldn’t seem to kiss him hard or fast enough to gain the satisfaction she wanted. And what
did
she want? That was easy. Sex.
I want sex. Now
.

That realization had her pulling back. Not to stop the progression but to get inside and find a bed to consummate this newfound romance as soon as possible.

He groaned as her lips pulled from his.

“Wait,” he whispered and connected his lips to hers again.

They kissed for a while before she broke the connection. “Let’s go inside,” she managed to say before his mouth covered hers once more. Glued together like pressed wood in a vise, Emma Rae couldn’t wait until they came together skin to skin.

He didn’t stop kissing her, and she wasn’t sure he’d heard what she said. But several lip-licking moments later, he pulled her from the wall and carried her toward his front door. He didn’t let go as he juggled her in his arms to retrieve his keys and unlock the entrance to his domain.

The lights were on in the first room they passed, but she didn’t notice if it was the den, the dining room, or what. So intent on the flagrantly passionate kiss they still shared, Emma Rae didn’t even notice where they were when he stopped moving. Before she knew it, she was flat on her back in the center of a large, soft bed with Luke covering her completely. The bedside lamp cast a glow across an intricate quilt, but she couldn’t see much else. And truthfully, she was so engaged in dueling her tongue with Luke’s, she didn’t care.

She expected panic to rise at being pinned down but couldn’t contain her ravenous libido long enough to be the least bit frightened. After what seemed like hours, Emma Rae realized Luke wasn’t going to take this any further unless she made the first move. He hadn’t tried to strip her clothes off or touch any erogenous zones, even though they silently cried for him to do as he wished. He just kissed the living daylights out of her until she writhed with unfulfilled desire.

Emma Rae twisted her body against his. They turned and rolled across the bed’s surface until she was on top, legs straddled across his lap. His cock, thick and hard against the center of her open legs, pulsed upward once as she pulled away from the still-exuberant kiss.

“Can’t seem to get enough of you,” he murmured and kissed the corner of her mouth once before he then resumed kissing her fully on the lips.

She ground her pussy against the length of his cock and elicited a sultry groan. His hands roamed along her spine, finding a resting place on her hips. Emma Rae pulled her lips from his and stared down into his awe-filled eyes.

“You can have more.” She started to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped her.

Hand covering her fingers, he said, “We don’t have to go any further. I swear I only intended to chat when I brought you here.”

She nodded briefly. “That’s sweet, but I might not be able to walk if I don’t get some relief,” she countered. They were both breathing hard.

He laughed. Nudging his granite-hard cock against her pussy lips, he said, “I find I’m in the same state, but I don’t want to push you into anything too fast. Because I’m not looking for a quickie or a single night of pleasure. Regardless of what happens tonight, I’ll want more from you at a later date.”

Emma Rae took a deep breath and released it slowly in an effort to calm her racing heart. Luke shoved his hands behind his head and watched her with a smile shaping his luscious lips. She could kiss him all night long. He already wanted her more than just for one night.

“I won’t have regrets. I promise.” Her only regret at all was that Zeke wasn’t here with them.

“Trust me, I won’t either.”

And then a stray thought occurred to her. “Wait. Will Zeke be upset if we—”

“No. He won’t. Just like I wouldn’t be the least bit worried if you and Zeke were here alone making each other happy.”

“Are you sure? I’m not used to the idea of two men vying for the same woman but not insanely jealous of each other. Perhaps I need a further tutorial on how this unusual lifestyle works.”

He started talking in a low, sexy, steady voice. “Our biggest worry always is that the woman we are vying for doesn’t feel the same way about us equally. You have to want both of us. We’re a package deal. You get that part, right?”

“Yes. Right. I understand. Not a problem.” She rubbed herself across his hard cock. “I have strong feelings for both of you. And I’m not used to it quite yet.”

The ardent mood which had brought them into the bedroom was now broken for her. Emma Rae lifted herself away from Luke. It was difficult, but she realized that she probably shouldn’t be fucking Zeke’s best friend while he was still in the hospital with an uncertain future. Even if he had opened his eyes, it wasn’t like he’d come all the way awake. There was still question about his recovery.

“You’re worried about Zeke.” It was a statement, not a question, so he understood her sudden reluctance. He sat up on the bed and stared down into her eyes.

“Yes. A little bit.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Me, too. Even though it might not have exactly shone through during our lengthy and extremely amazing lip-lock from moments ago.”

“Intense feelings often come out more easily during crisis.” Emma Rae slid off the edge of the bed and stood up. Luke stood as well. “I should probably get home.”

“You don’t have to leave. I know it’s been a long day for you.”

“Yes.” She gazed longingly at the bed. Would she have felt bad if they’d fucked each other like crazy? She didn’t know the answer.

“Why don’t you stay here for the night? There’s plenty of space.”

She glanced around. “I like this room.”

“It’s yours. I’ll go sleep in the den.”

Shaking her head, Emma Rae said, “I don’t want to kick you out of your bed.”

“You could join me in it. I promise not to bother you.”

“Oh, yeah?” She crossed her arms. “And what happens if I bother you?”

He grinned and said, “Then my master plan to lure you into explicit sexual fantasies until you take what you want from me will have worked perfectly.”

She laughed out loud. A sincere belly laugh of long-held-in humor. Not many people could surprise her as first Zeke and then Luke had.

“Okay. I’ll stay. Which side of the bed do I get to have?”

“Lady’s choice.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “It’s a really big bed. I could probably sleep in the center and never feel you move.”

“Possibly.” His arms crossed loosely over his torso. Perhaps he was trying to block her advances. He was the one who’d initially put the brakes on. “Or I could snuggle up behind you and hold you all night.”

The outline of his rigid cock still bulged the front of his jeans. If he snuggled up tight against her body and held her all night long, she’d probably have a back injury in the morning. The thought made her smile inside.

She’d left Luke unsatisfied. Taking stock of her own body, she realized that her clit ached in equally unfulfilled lust. If she stayed, perhaps she’d end up getting her scratch itched. If she went home, the same thing would happen. However, it wouldn’t be quite the same.

Touching herself had always been second best to having a man stroke her clit to orgasm. She glanced at Luke’s calloused hands and a wave of desire suddenly pounded through her soul. Whatever else had happened or wouldn’t happen next, she wanted him.

She took a step forward, hands landing on the barrier of his crossed arms. Then she slid one hand to squeeze his cock through the fabric of his jeans. His eyes slid shut, and another groan came from his throat.

“I hate to leave you ungratified.”

“I’ll live.” But his expression belied his words. He looked like he might not live easily without being relieved of the pressure already built up in his cock.

“I don’t think I can leave until we at least kiss once more.”

Arms dropping to his sides only for a moment, Luke then caught her into a hard embrace. His lips pressed to her mouth. He kissed her like he’d never see her again. Like he might wither away and die if he never saw her again. She could sympathize.

His knee nudged between her legs, and he pushed her against the flat of the bare wall nearest the bed. She inched her legs wider to make room for his sexy contact. Nothing like being pinned to a wall and well kissed to make her libido stand up and take notice.

Leg now securely between her thighs, he suddenly lifted his knee, and the pressure between her legs built to a peak level. Her clit ached with need. She moved her hips back and forth across his hard thigh, and her clit was rewarded with crazy, wicked, and unexpected pleasure. A few more strokes and she might get her gratification after all.

Luke’s tongue wrapped around hers in wild abandon, sometimes with lazy, liquid strokes and sometimes with aggressive pushes of power. She loved his technique. She was on the rabid edge of control with regard to her libido. His hand slipped between them to cup one breast. He soon teased her nipple with thumb and forefinger. Electric bolts of sensation streaked to her clit. She moved her hips to stimulate her clit. His hand slipped stealthily between her skin and bra to touch her nipple with his bare fingers. He lightly pinched her pert tip with his amazingly calloused fingertips, and a spiral of intense sensation drilled down to her pussy.

She stroked her open legs across his thigh again. The friction sent a wild flash of pleasure up her spine. She wanted more. She couldn’t control her hips’ movement.

Emma Rae shifted again, grinding her pussy lips hard against his leg. Her aching clit, trapped beneath the pressure of their clothing, squeezed tight against his cock, twitched, and found purchase. A sudden climax roared through her limbs, stiffening her entire body. She slipped unexpectedly over the edge of rapturous oblivion. Luke’s tongue thrust hard into her mouth as the powerful orgasm consumed her heart and soul.

She moaned loud and long into his mouth as waves and waves of blissful feeling rode hard through her body. The release clenched her thighs together hard at first. The pleasure continued bombarding her system until she thought she might faint from the intensity.

Her clothing hadn’t even been removed to bring about this release. It didn’t take long for the orgasm to peak and the inevitable relaxation to take over. Her limbs sagged, seeming boneless in the wake of the stupendous experience.

Luke licked her tongue one last time before withdrawing. He kissed the corner of her mouth before pulling back a bit to stare into her eyes. His self-satisfied smile made her figure he understood what had happened. If not her moan, the sudden stiffening of her body followed by the limp way she fell against him had to let him know she’d climaxed.