Unbridled and Untethered [The Double Rider Men's Club 10] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (4 page)

A tingle ran down her spine, raising goose bumps across her limbs. In the safety of her mind, she tried to picture what the three of them might do together.

What would it be like to have two men touching her sensuously, kissing her soulfully, and bringing her off repeatedly until she screamed her voice raw?

Beneath the silk robe she wore, her nipples hardened in response to the mere fantasy of two men stroking her flesh. She opened her eyes halfway, looked down at her parted robe, and caught a flash of one pert nipple as the silk fell across her sensitive tip.

Warm all of a sudden, she leaned back in her desk chair and opened the garment wide, exposing herself. She didn’t have a bad body. Her breasts weren’t medically enhanced, but still, she was a bit more than a handful. She sent her palms across her heated flesh from collarbone to breasts to thighs and back again. Heart pounding suddenly in anticipation, she stroked herself, pinched her nipples, and weighed each breast in her own hands to determine their likability. Even touching her own nipples felt incredibly good. Having someone else stroke her could almost bring her to climax. Almost.

Closing her eyes once more, she allowed her hands to mimic what she imagined two men might do given free rein. What if one suckled at her breast and the other put his mouth between her legs to suck her clit? A rush of heat exploded in the center of her body. A moan escaped before she realized she intended to make a sound.

She licked her fingers and brushed moist pads over her pert nipple. It grew harder and even more sexually sensitive. With Zeke’s face planted firmly in her mind, she squeezed her aching nipple between thumb and forefinger, sending several potent spasms of pleasure on a direct path to her pussy.

Without realizing she’d even moved a limb, her other hand found its way between her thighs. She widened her legs. Juice from her pussy spilled out onto her fingers as she stroked her sensitive lower lips. Her clit suddenly ached with insatiable need. She shot two fingers into her body to gather slick fluid.

Brushing the tip of her forefinger across her clit only once nearly brought her to release. A rush of air expelled from her lungs suddenly, and helped calm her down. She wanted this to last a bit longer. Glancing down at her own hands, she tried to imagine the shadowy mental picture of her dream lovers, Zeke and Luke, using their strong male hands to bring an orgasm.

Her eyes closed again. She pictured what it might be like to be sandwiched between two firmly muscled men, their wiry chest hair exciting her sweat-slicked flesh both in front of her and behind. Then one would kneel before her, push his face between her legs, and flick his tongue quickly across her clit to tease and stimulate. His tousled hair bobbing sensuously between her open legs would send thudding pleasure through her body. Zeke. The five-o’clock shadow from his jaw brushing along her inner thighs and tantalizing her even more as he continued licking her clit and shoving his firm tongue deeply inside her pussy. He’d lick her hard and fast, building her climax until she wanted to scream the walls down with her release. But he wouldn’t let her come too fast, so he’d ease back, keeping her balanced on that razor’s edge of almost orgasm.

Luke, behind her, his strong, naked chest pressing into her shoulder blades, would reach around and place his strong rancher’s hands on her breasts. He’d squeeze her nipples mercilessly and repeatedly to mindless pleasure as Zeke tongued her hard and fast then light and slow.

The picture in her mind was set. Two men working in tandem to make her come. The pleasure from her own hands as this fantasy played out suddenly pushed her near the edge of gratification. One more flick of her finger below and a last pinch of her nipple sent her careening into oblivion. Her body stiffened. Her eyes flew open. She moaned at the ceiling as a strong climax pulsed through her body. Her pussy clenched hard again and again, signaling its final pleasure. She held herself rigid for several seconds before the gratification crested and she slowly slumped against her chair.

Breathing hard from her efforts, she closed her eyes again and relaxed further against her office chair. After making her come, what would two handsome, virile men want to do next? They’d both want to fuck her. One in front and one in back. Double penetration.

Her ardor cooled quickly now that she was satisfied. Two men in her body together was too much to contemplate. She couldn’t quite fathom ever taking a man into her ass let alone having another fuck her pussy at the same time.

She understood exactly how the Double Rider Men’s Club worked. Two men fucking one woman in view of others who enjoyed the same pleasures. And probably the exhibitionism aspect of the lifestyle came after watching other threesomes fuck each other.

Emma Rae wouldn’t have any problem watching others have sex. Looking at people having sex simply made her want to come. In her fantasy sexual world, she also wouldn’t care if others watched her wildly fucking two men until they all reached screaming climaxes.

However, fantasy wasn’t reality.

Her ultimate problem wasn’t that anyone might watch her having wild, wicked threesome sex with two men so much as it was learning to even trust getting naked with the two men she was fucking. What if they didn’t like what she liked? What if they insisted they knew best for her in all aspects of her private and public life? What if they hurt her in the heat of the moment, trying to prove their male superiority? What if they fucked her ass before she was ready? She shivered.

A memory of being locked away in a dark place surfaced briefly before she could stuff it back down again. The recall of the ominous threat hurled through the door regarding her virgin ass shook her from the dark path of a past life. No need to go there. She’d escaped. She was free.

Emma Rae opened her eyes again. She heaved a sigh. If even the idea of only one man scared her into remaining single, two would definitely send her over the edge.

Angry that her past troubles with men seemed so difficult to overcome, she snapped her robe shut and marched off to her room. Snuggling deeply into her large bed all alone, Emma Rae sighed, wishing for the strength to trust her judgment with men. As more time passed from the unpleasantness of her past, she realized she was possibly more lonely than scared.

Should she give men another try instead of satisfying her increasingly potent urges alone? She dozed off without discovering a firm answer.

In the night, Emma Rae found herself dreaming about both Zeke and Luke again. They plied her with smiles and good behavior and touched her in ways she’d missed from the opposite sex.

Emma Rae eventually woke in the night fevered with desire, unable to go back to sleep until she’d retrieved her battery-operated boyfriend. She relieved herself for a second time of the immense ache created by two men she didn’t even know.

Zeke entered the bank in a rush, barely paying attention to any of the patrons inside. He didn’t really have time to go inside the bank but needed cash. Unfortunately, the ATM around the corner was out of service. Someone had tried to either bash the crap out of the machine or possibly open it up the hard way with a brick or another heavy square object. Either way, if he wanted money, he was getting it from a teller inside the bank today.

He hurried inside the building, hoping there wasn’t a noontime crowd. There were loads of files on his desk needing attention before the end of the day. He didn’t want to have to work late, however the delay right now would likely warrant it.

He and his best friend Luke Benton were scheduled to play poker tomorrow night with several other DRMC members. The standing game, held on the first Friday of the month, was supposed to be a boys’ night only with cigars, poker, and high-end booze all night long. He couldn’t wait. His workload had been weighty of late, and he needed to blow off some steam. After work tomorrow, he was heading straight to the poker game.

He took his first quick step inside the main branch of his bank and surveyed customers already inside to see how long it might take. Not too bad. Only four people in line. He launched forward, headed to the end of the line before anyone else beat him there. He put his focus on the last person in line and took a second fast step in that direction. Female, blonde, hair cut short, petite, shapely body, impatience written all over her posture. He could relate to that himself. Perhaps she’d been waylaid by the smashed ATM, as well.

As his gaze zeroed in on his target, the hair stood on end at the back of his neck. The woman at the end of the line looked familiar. She turned to one side, and he caught a quick glimpse of her profile. He almost skidded to an exaggerated halt on the shiny marble bank floors like a stunned cartoon character on Saturday-morning television show.

He took a longer look. It
was
her. The cute blonde from Clay’s security fortress was revealed in his careful examination. Damn, he wished he’d gotten her name.

She stood at the end of the patron line waiting for an available teller. While he didn’t know her name, he definitely wanted to get to know her. The first-sight lust he’d experienced last week still rippled through his body as if it had never really stopped moving. Seeing her today doubled the vibration rate.

Zeke hightailed it over to her, narrowly missing an old man slowly headed in the same direction.
Sorry, old dude, but I have a date with destiny.

Her back was to him, but she turned slightly when he stepped close. The lush scent of honeysuckle wafting from her hair made him think of late summer and lazy, hot days. Her straight, chin-length, blunt-cut hairstyle framed a heart-shaped face. If memory served, her eyes were a curious mix of blue and green. He drew ever closer to her in the line, unable to keep a civil distance. After less than a minute of inching closer, he was practically touching her. And in fact, that was his next goal. Perhaps it would be a great conversation starter. Just bump into her, grab her close, and start talking before she could get away like last time.

The sultry scent of her put his libido into dangerous territory. He wanted a chance to at least get her name. Since she wasn’t holed up in Clay’s security fortress this time, she was most assuredly fair game.

He swayed closer and slid his feet a half a step into her personal space. She wasn’t very tall. The top of her head would tuck nicely beneath his chin. He couldn’t wait to take her into his arms. Suddenly, as if the heat from his body finally registered at her back, she turned and bumped her shoulder into his chest before making it all the way facing him. Fate started the pending conversation for him.

“Sorry, I—” she started to say, but then her eyes widened as her stunned gaze focused in on him. “You!”

“Hi, I’m Zeke Traynor. Great to actually speak to you this time.” He brought his hand up between them and held it out. “And I’m even happier to see you.”

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t move. She simply stared into his eyes, and Zeke didn’t mind that at all.

He kept his smile in place and stared right back. She was so lovely. So petite. So perfect. Since she hadn’t moved to shake his hand, he dropped it to his side and in doing so brushed the sleeve of her shirt. This action brought her out of her trance. She snatched her arm away and took a huge step back. He fought the urge to follow her move.

Planting his feet in place, he took another tack. “What’s your name again?”

“How did you find me?” she asked. She looked all around her as if to assure herself that she was in a public place and couldn’t be kidnapped without witnesses.

He shrugged. “I didn’t find you on purpose. It’s just a lucky coincidence. This is my bank. I was here to get some money for a standing poker game tomorrow night. The ATM outside was broken, so I had to come inside. And here you are. If you bank here, too, then I guess fate is smiling down on us.”

She swallowed hard. “That seems unlikely.”

“Why?” He leaned closer, as if to whisper conspiratorially. “Don’t you believe in destiny?”

“No. I’m much more practical,” came her soft, breathy reply. Most importantly, she didn’t move away from his advance.

“Good to know.” He watched carefully as her face relaxed. She glanced up and stared deeply into his eyes as if trying to get a peek at his soul. If he wasn’t mistaken, her cheeks deepened in color, suddenly turning very pink. She was even more attractive blushing. Her gaze hadn’t moved from his face. Was she staring at his lips or his eyes?
Doesn’t matter.

He was transfixed by her intent fascination. “Are you going to answer my other question?” he asked quietly, not wanting to break the mood or stop her from looking her fill.

“What question?” she replied in a whisper. Their eyes locked. She swayed a little closer, but her gaze didn’t waver.

“The one about your name and what it is.”

She opened her mouth as if to answer, but no sound came forth. Her wide-eyed gaze trapped him. He leaned down as she swayed closer. Their lips were mere inches apart. Was she about to kiss him? Would she let him kiss her right here in the center of the bank?

Zeke wanted to freeze this moment in time and keep it forever. The breath from her lips brushed across his chin. He leaned closer still. His lips made the barest of contact with the corner of her mouth before an unexpected shout from the front door interrupted their idyllic first kiss.
Damn it all to hell.