Unbridled and Untethered [The Double Rider Men's Club 10] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

She brushed one more hard stroke over her clit just as Zeke bit down on her nipple. The sensation pushed her over the edge. She came apart with a long, resounding moan.

“Fuck that feels good.” Luke sped his thrusts, and she groaned even louder. Each thrust of his cock sent a rush of pleasure screaming through her body. He suddenly shot his hips once more deeply inside her pussy and stiffened. A growl emitted from his throat, sounding much like a satisfied beast.

Zeke lifted his head away from her breast just as Luke collapsed on top of her. He was breathing very hard.

“That was utterly and completely amazing,” she said.

Luke nodded but didn’t speak. Zeke grinned. “I agree. I already can’t wait to start over and do all of this again.”

“I’m deplorably out of shape,” Luke murmured. He pulled his cock from her and lifted off of the bed. Scratching his chest, he stretched and moved toward the bathroom.

Zeke shook his head. “Nah. You’re just out of practice. Two or three more months repeating this and you’ll be fine.”

Emma Rae smiled inside. She hoped they’d still be together in two or three months. She turned to face Zeke. He swooped down and kissed her mouth, licking his way inside for a deeper taste.

He broke only long enough to whisper, “Seriously, I’d be perfectly content just kissing your remarkable lips for the rest of my life.” Then he captured her mouth once more in a rousing kiss that soon had them plastered together and rolling back and forth slowly on the surface of the bed.

Luke returned and snuggled up behind her when he was able. Emma Rae broke from Zeke, twisted, and pushed her lips against Luke’s mouth hard and fast. If she thought Zeke’s kiss was aggressive, then Luke’s was overwhelmingly forceful. Little growling noises came from him as he thrust and parried his tongue powerfully between her lips.

After quite a while, she pulled back and looked at Zeke. Head propped on one palm, he smiled as if he’d also thoroughly enjoyed the lip-lock she’d shared with Luke. For her, the ease with which these two men accepted her love for the other was the most difficult concept to grasp.

“You really aren’t jealous when I kiss Luke, are you?”

“Nope.”

“And I love to watch you kiss Zeke like you want to gnaw his face off. It’s sexy.” Luke nibbled her shoulder. “Honestly, we love to watch each other almost as much as we love to participate.”

Emma Rae was reluctant to bring up the topic she was most worried about going forward in this unusual relationship. The double penetration sex was certainly coming sooner rather than later. She’d researched the subject in greater detail since meeting them.

While there had been a fleeting desire to try this dark intimacy long ago, she was a reluctant virgin in this respect. In a previously horrid relationship, the act she’d longed to try had been used as a threat of violence. She’d shied away from it thereafter. With no men in her life for such a long time, she hadn’t thought about it for years. Lately, it was
all
she thought about.

She didn’t plan to bring it up until they did. Hopefully, it would be a few weeks or, better yet, months before she had to consider participating in the decadent double penetration sex.

“There’s a DRMC event planned for this coming Saturday in a place we call the Stadium. We’d like to invite you to our private box to watch a show.”

The idea of watching naked women jiggling their assets on a private stage or more likely contorting their bodies around brass poles slid into her mind and made her smile. “Whatever will we watch during this show at your men’s club?”

“Double penetration ménage sex,” Luke said as a simmering smile shaped his lips. “Then perhaps we can act out what we see.”

Saturday night had arrived very quickly. For the first time in possibly forever, Clay was uncertain he was doing the right thing. Stalwart in his intent to move forward with his sex life, he still fought the nervous anxiety racing through his veins at the coming evening.

Would Jake want to join him as his partner and continue with a ménage lifestyle at the DRMC? Was his old friend still even interested in this unique way of life? It had been quite a long time. Perhaps Jake was over that phase and wasn’t as fascinated as he had been in his youth. But then again, what if he was? He’d sounded very interested on the phone to come down and check things out.

Ultimately, Clay knew he planned to charge ahead and make this life his own regardless of the outcome of tonight’s initial foray into his search for another male partner. If Jake wasn’t interested, he’d likely have his answer tonight.

The long-ago memories of Jake had been on his mind of late. While that night long ago with Jake had been his first time sharing a woman, if memory served it hadn’t been Jake’s first time. This gave him hope. However if his memory was faulty, perhaps he was inventing reasons why Jake was the perfect partner for his future.

He should just let things unfold. But he was antsy at waiting to discover Jake’s thoughts on the lifestyle presented and preserved by the DRMC. He chided himself for feeling like a girl headed to the fairy castle for a date with the prince.

Jake was already on his way to the property from town. He’d gotten a room at the Ryder Hotel in town and called to say he’d be at the DRMC directly. Clay couldn’t wait. Giddy excitement coursed through his limbs at the possibility that he might finally get to enjoy the lifestyle he’d put aside during the long phase of his mourning.

A buzzer sounded in the main guard building at the front entrance to the DRMC, signaling someone had arrived at the entrance gate. Clay was currently in the guard shack’s office waiting for Jake. That was likely him.

He strode out of the office to check. Through the door, he saw his old friend seated in a large, black SUV. Clay’s guard was about to do what he’d hired him to do, but Clay intervened. “I’ll take this one, Tommy. Mr. Salerno is an old friend.”

Tommy stepped back with a slightly surprised expression. “Yes, sir, Mr. Forrester.”

Clay stepped outside of the building. Through the window of his vehicle, Clay could tell that Jake looked pretty much the same as he had when they’d first met. He was a bit older and had a few new scars and wrinkles, but when he grinned, Clay’s memory of him was sent careening back years. Jake Salerno, the friend who’d launched Clay into this lifestyle.

“Clayton Forrester. Long time no see. How’s it hanging, man?”

“Past my knee caps, as usual,” Clay responded with a grin. “Good to see you, Jake.” He reached out his hand, and they shook.

Jake nodded at the gate guarding the entrance. “Quite a setup you’ve got here. I know we go way back, Clay, but am I going to be allowed entrance into this place?”

“Luckily for you, I have the final say for who is permitted on the property. And although you look as disreputable as ever, I’ll just have to keep a close eye on you while you’re here.” He turned back to Tommy and signaled him to open the gate.

“If it’s okay, I’ll hitch a ride with you and we’ll head to the Stadium. We can get a drink and catch up before the show starts.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He walked around to the passenger door and climbed in. He directed Jake through the property to the Stadium, knowing that his friend possessed the canny ability to remember the route forever. Jake could go back to a place he hadn’t been to for twenty years and easily track through the most complicated course without a misstep. At least he’d been able to do it in his youth.

“I like Colorado. Great terrain around here.” Jake pulled into the parking lot at the Stadium and stopped.

“Yep. I love the mountains, and this piece of land is exceptionally well forested and private.”

“Guess you need that for this club, huh?” Jake winked, and his grin was decidedly mischievous.

A sudden warm feeling crawled up Clay’s chest. He figured it was his hopeful attitude about to be rewarded. “What do you know about our club anyway? I meant to ask earlier.” Clay exited his SUV and walked up the steps to the Stadium.

“Enough to know that I can’t wait to see the show tonight.”

Clay smiled to himself and led Jake inside. He nodded and said a few quick hellos to several trios already within along the way, including Zeke, Luke, and, very surprisingly, Emma Rae. She smiled shyly at him as he walked by and blushed a little, if he wasn’t mistaken, although the light was low, so it was hard to tell. He tucked that interesting bit of information away for the time being and headed over to get a drink.

He and Jake ordered beers and slid onto the tall leather stools at the end of the bar.

Jake took a sip from his bottle and glanced around the room at several club members. “Interesting group of people you have in here, Clay. Have to say that I’m very intrigued by your club.”

“Good. I hope you’re intrigued enough to maybe try it out again like we did long ago.”

He nodded. “I’m game.”

Clay upended the bottle against his lips and took a long swig before asking, “So does that mean you still enjoy the same pleasures as you did way back when we were brash young men?”

He grinned. “Yes. Very much so. Although I haven’t been able to participate in my ultimate desires for quite a long time. It’s a great way to live if you can make it work. I’ve been on the road for too long to sustain any sort of regular life, let alone one with unique aspects.”

Clay nodded. “I understand that. I’ve been out of the life for a few years myself. Due to an unexpected occurrence, but I’m looking to get back in.”

Jake sobered. “I heard about that a couple years back. I’m truly sorry, Clay.”

He looked up and stared at Jake. He was very surprised. “You knew I got married?”

His old friend nodded. “I kept my ear to the ground with regard to old friends, even though I was assigned for duty overseas for the bulk of the time since we knew each other long ago.”

“Thanks. Took me a long time to get through it, but I’m ready to move on. And that’s a great segue into the reason you’re here right now. I do have a purpose in mind, and I’d like to discuss it with you.”

Jake nodded. “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?”

“Sure.”

“I’ve moved to Denver temporarily, but I can certainly move my permanent residence to Ryder, if I need to.” He looked up at Clay. “I’ve wanted to live my life in a certain way. I haven’t been able to for quite a long time. So if you’re looking for a partner for a ménage lifestyle, I’m very interested. I’m not saying it will work perfectly, but I’d like to give it the old college try.”

“Thanks for reading my mind and making this easy.”

“I’ve always been a giver,” Jake said and then laughed.

He and Clay chuckled together for a few minutes, then Jake sobered. “My next question is, do you already have someone in mind for a third?”

“Nope. Not a clue. If this eventually works out between us, then we’ll have to find her together.”

Jake held up his beer. “To finding our perfect woman.”

Clay clinked his bottle to Jake’s and responded, “And to renewing old friendships.”

* * * *

Zeke settled against the booth cushions at the Stadium bar and sipped his drink. Across the table from him Luke was nursing a beer. Between them Emma Rae also sat, sipping something sweet with a cherry skewered on a decorative toothpick.

He caught her eye, and she smiled. Tonight was their first Stadium event as a threesome. He hoped it wouldn’t be their last. The past several days leading up to this evening had been carefully and slowly planned.

Zeke went weak with unadulterated lust every time the idea of sharing Emma Rae with Luke in their box at the Stadium crossed his mind. Unfortunately, when they’d mentioned it to her earlier in the week, she had looked considerably less excited about the prospect.

Of course, they’d talked about it that night. She’d been nestled between them post lovemaking. He’d been completely sidetracked by simply staring at her and hadn’t realized she was at all distressed at first.

Emma Rae rose, resting on her elbows. The perfection of her nude body made him sigh with pleasure every time he thought about her being a part of their lives forever. She was absolutely ideal. Petite, with curves in all the right places. The scent of her repeated orgasms floated in the air around them and made his cock throb to life between his legs.

He glanced at her face and saw the obvious unease in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

She turned to him but didn’t meet his eyes with her gaze. Tugging her lower lip between her teeth, she said quietly, “I’ve never had anal sex before. I’m not sure I’m ready yet. Or if I ever will be. However, I understand it’s an important component of this lifestyle.” Her expression shifted to one of absolute misery. “I may need some time to work things out.”

Before Zeke could move, Luke slid a hand to her face and stroked her jaw tenderly. “Not a problem. We just won’t do that until you are fully stretched and ready. We promise.”

“Stretched?” Her eyes had widened, whether in fear or curiosity, Zeke didn’t know.

Luke wiggled his fingers before her eyes. “If you’ve never had anal sex, then before I’d ever penetrate you in that manner with my cock, I’d spend quite a bit of quality time stretching you with my fingers.”