Adams, Eve - Trio [Gideon's Ring 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (21 page)

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing at all. I’m just saying that I think I may have met my match in you, Sarah Emerson. Barrett and I may both have.”

“Never had a woman stand up to you before?”

He chuckled and pinned her to the seat under his weight. Thank God for long bench seats. His hand had somehow found a way beneath her jeans and now tortured her clit with slow, lazy circles. “Never.”

She panted, her tongue running along her lips, licking off the taste of him. He watched the action closely. Then, without warning, he captured her wrists in one hand and held them above her head. He pushed his knee between hers and spread her legs open.

“Do you really want to challenge me?”

“With every bone in my body.”

“How about one more?”

He rocked his hips and pressed his erection up against her, dragging friction against her clit and sending her into a fury. She ground up to him, desperate in her quest for more.

No way would she let him have the upper hand, not this time. “Double or nothing.”

He quirked those damn sexy lips into a grin that had his eyes gleaming wickedly.
“
If I recall, I pulled myself out of the bet.
”

“
Are you going to pull out this time?
”

“
Not on your life, baby.
”
He then growled before taking her lips, a pure carnal, animalistic sound that sent quivers spreading over her skin. She pulled his shirts up until she felt the firm muscles beneath his flesh, the need to touch him too much to resist.

This time she had a plan. She’d take his cock into her mouth and bring him to the very edge, let him hover there, and then when he was about to scream for more, she’d pull back until he begged for her to finish. She’d own him.

When she tried to move, to buck and slip out from beneath him, he only pressed her further into the seat. “Not this time, sweetheart. We have all the time in the world, and I sure as hell don’t want it over as fast as it was last time. Stay still.”

Barrett joined in and held her down at her shoulder. She glanced up at him and the erotic look in his dark eyes had her ready to submit to them both once again.

She had to escape if she wanted to follow through with her devious plan, although as she glanced up into Chris’s wicked eyes, so dark and primal in their hunger, she started to doubt whether she really had the upper hand.

Like hell. She bucked and almost had him off her. Almost.

“I’m definitely going to have to restrain you,” he groaned and pressed his hips into hers, rubbing his hard cock up against her aching clit. “You’re not obeying me.”

“Make me.” She wanted to do whatever she could to destroy his self-control like he had hers. Her juices dripped from her pussy and coated her panties. Damn it.

“I should have ballgagged you when I had the chance.” Barrett’s lips quipped up into a smirk as he looked down at her. “That would have shut you up.”

“You are all talk, Barrett Gideon. You too, Chris Gideon.” Even as she said it she knew the truth. Still, she bucked under Chris
’s
weight and almost broke free.

Almost.

Barrett grinned and stopped the snowcat. “Oh, yeah? Maybe I’ll just find something else to gag you with.”

She hid her smile at his threat. That was exactly what she wanted. She
’
d own one of them, at least. “Bring it on.”

They’d
cheated. Again.

Sarah kept her arms crossed in front of her as she stared straight ahead. How was she supposed to know that Chris would do something as sneaky as pull her jeans down and literally rip her panties from her body.

“Those were my favorite panties,” she protested, not that it would have mattered. Chris had them both naked where it counted and had buried his cock deep inside her pussy, driving deep and hard, just the way she liked it, while Barrett pinched and teased her nipples.

She’d come in record time.

And it was all their fault.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” Chris said.

“A sexy pair,” Barrett added.

“Those were sexy.” In fact, they were the sexiest pair she owned.

Chris laughed, and it only irritated her, as well as excited her—which only irritated her more. “Hardly. We’ll go shopping at somewhere other than
Grandma-Panties-R-Us
.”

How dare he insult her panties. “They’re practical.”

“They’re ugly.”

“That didn’t seem to stop you from ripping them from my body.”

With a flick of that devastating look, followed by his sexy crooked grin, Chris had her ready to submit to him again.

Damn it.

“Baby, I’d rip a bodice from that sweet body just to get to the creamy center.”

That had to be a dig at her romance novels. She tightened her arms around her and sank down in her seat even though the compliment threatened to make her smile. “How much further?”

“Just around this last corner.” Barrett kept a careful watch on the road.

They turned the corner, and through the haze of the snow she spotted a grouping of wall tents, each one with its own stovepipe poking out the top. “Are those the tents?”

“Yep.”

“They look more like cabins.”

“They’re glamp tents.”

“Now who’s making words up?”

“Seriously, that’s what they call it. Glamping. It’s like glamour camping. You should see the inside. They’ve got port-a-potty bathrooms, wood floors, and come fully furnished. It’s like a private cabin. During the summer, those are used more than the lodge.”

A sudden, brilliant idea came to mind. “Barrett, how many glamp tents are there?”

“Six.”

Perfect
. “Let’s get them ready.”

He turned and looked at her. “Come again?”

“Instead of taking the blankets out, we should bring the guests here. Think about it. The lodge has no heat source without power. We all know that fireplace isn’t going to do more than produce a romantic glow and fill the main room with soot and smoke. Each one of these tents has a woodstove.”

Chris
’s
lips slowly curled into an easy grin. “And beds. What about food?”

Barrett nodded. “Enough to ride out the storm.”

“And there are six couples, right?”

“Right.”

Sarah had to admit, she loved her mind. “It’s perfect.”

Barrett grinned ear to ear and reached for her hand. She took it, and he squeezed her fingers with his. “It certainly is.”

“We could stock each tent with enough wood for the night and even get the stove and lanterns going in each one so that when the guests arrive they are nice and toasty with a warm glow.”

“Sarah Emerson, you are absolutely brilliant.” Chris leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“It’s one of my many fabulous traits. The body may only be a seven, but the mind is a full-on ten, baby.”

“You don’t give your body enough credit. To me, it’s perfect.” Barrett pulled her gloved hand up to his lips and kissed it.

She watched the gesture and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. They both sounded sincere, but then again, weren’t they supposed to? Was all of this, the compliments, the playful banter, the amazing sex, all part of their role? Or did they sincerely mean what they said?

She couldn’t think about that right now. She wanted to enjoy herself, and if she constantly questioned everything they said, she’d never have any fun. And, damn it, she was having fun, more fun than she’d expected.

She knew she should be focusing on looking for the thief and had even made that decision last night after Barrett and Chris had taken turns fucking her into
orgasm after blinding orgasm.

It didn’t matter. She’d made her decision and had fully expected to follow through with it.

Then she saw them again this morning, and all bets were off.

She had no willpower when it came to these sinful Gideons. They controlled her more than she cared to admit. And she liked it.

They pulled up to the first tent, and Sarah hopped out after Chris. As soon as the frigid air hit her face, she sucked in a breath and lost all other train
s
of thought but getting the tents ready for occupants. Even the plug didn’t distract her enough.

They all ducked into the first tent and out of the bite of the wind.

“Do you know how to start a fire?” Barrett asked as he grabbed the kindling.

Chris looked at him. “Ask me that again and I’ll beat you to death with two pieces of kindling.”

Barrett chuckled and turned to Sarah. “What about you?”

She looked at him and feigned innocence. “Sure. You rub two pieces of wood together, right?”

He grinned and gave her a shrug of those incredible shoulders. “Sorry. I keep forgetting how self-sufficient you are.”

“Damn straight.”

“Fine, you get this one ready. I’ll go do the next one. Chris, take the third.” The men walked out of the cabin and left Sarah to start the fire with nothing more than a few weak pieces of wet wood and nothing to light it with.

Me and my big mouth
.

She looked around, found a box of matches on top of old newspaper, and got to work. Within minutes she had the fire going and fed it larger chunks of wood until she had it full. She then shut it down, and the warmth spread throughout the cabin.

Time to move on to the next one. As she passed the tent next to the one she just left, she hollered out, “I’ll be in the fourth one.”

“I’m already in the fourth one,” Barrett hollered back.

“And I’m in the fifth one,” Chris yelled. “You are falling behind, sweet Sarah.”

She ran up to the fifth tent, fighting knee-high snow, and poked her head in. Damn it. He’d already started to ball up the paper and shove it into the stove. Not wanting him to better her, she hurried to the last tent just as the men both walked out of theirs. They stopped when they spotted her going into the tent.

“Bet I can get my fire started before you get your asses over here.”

“You’re on.” Barrett jumped into a run, followed by Chris, and she darted into her tent to get started. Balled paper, check. Kindling, check. Matches…

Where the hell were the matches?

No.
No
.
No
.
No
. The other tents had matches next to the newspaper. Did she pick them up and set them somewhere? Now in a panic that she’d lose out to them three times in one day, she frantically searched everywhere for those damn matches.