Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (22 page)

Another wiggle and Roarke was there, shoving his face between her legs, his mouth covering her pussy, licking and sucking her juices until Grayson thought he’d have to have their lover surgically removed.

He gave them a moment before he laughingly separated them. Marley made a cute noise of frustration as she was thwarted yet again from achieving an orgasm. Climbing up on the bed behind her, he pulled the butt plug gently from her ass, admiring her stretched, fluttering hole which was just beckoning him to claim it. After applying a generous amount of lube, he lined up his latex-covered cock and pushed inside, giving her only enough time to adjust to his size before he thrust forward and bottomed out.

Marley howled with pleasure, a wild sound he would give anything to hear again. Grabbing fistfuls of her long hair, he held her like that as he began fucking her hard and fast. She ground against him, grunting, meeting him thrust for thrust until her body began to undulate. Sweat beaded over her skin as it began to flush with pleasure. The woman truly was a wild animal in bed.

“Come on, baby. Come for me. Let me know how much you love my cock in your ass.”

A series of short, mewling cries escaped her as Roarke reached between them to pinch her clit. The howl of pleasure when she came was like the rawest, most primitive mating song. He growled in response and slammed into her as her body clenched around the length of him. Her dark channel clung to him, sucking him in. His gaze fixed on the point where their bodies were joined. He watched as his cock slid in and out of her asshole. It was a hot, erotic sight. At that moment he wished he had the ability to fuck both his lovers like this at the same time.

A wicked smile curved his mouth even as the tingling began in his spine, his balls drew up into his body, and he came with the force of a summer thunderstorm. He roared his pleasure, drove his cock deep inside her, and then collapsed over her back when the spasms claiming his body ended.

An impatient Roarke rolled Grayson’s slow-to-recover body off her, and then he claimed Marley for his own, shoving his cock into her ass with one smooth thrust. Grayson watched him spread his body over hers. The sight was hot as hell.

“Are you ours, Marley?” Roarke demanded roughly, his voice a deep growl.

“Yes.” It was a low moan.

“Will you always be ours?” Roarke ground his pelvis against her ass, burying his cock even deeper in her asshole.

“Yes!” The wild scream which accompanied the word rent the air. She reached out for something to hold onto as her orgasm rocketed through her slender body, latching onto his hand. Grayson winced as she crushed his fingers together. “I’m yours!”

Well, it wasn’t as romantic as he had been hoping for, but Grayson would take what he could get.

Roarke came quickly, peppering kisses over her neck and shoulders as his body shook them both. When his cock began to soften, he carefully reached between to catch the top of the condom.

After that it was all about Marley. It had been an amazing day but Grayson doubted that either he or Roarke would be able to perform like horny teenagers again. He was nearly thirty-two, not eighteen. Though he still had a lot of good years left in him, at least he hoped he did, making love endlessly to a beautiful woman was more of a fluke than a natural gift.

Roarke had changed the sheets earlier. They wiped her down with warm, wet cloths, buffed her dry, and then rubbed lotion into every inch of her soft skin. She moaned and smiled through it all, seemingly boneless and incapable of doing more than sighing with pleasure as they pampered her.

“You guys are wonderful,” Marley told them as she watched Grayson put away the handcuffs in the bedside stand. She was now tucked in with a sheet and soft cotton blanket covering her. “I’ve never had so much fun. Where’s my chocolate?”

Grayson laughed at the grin on her face. Roarke snatched the square of chocolate off the table before he could get it. Then he was feeding it to her, groaning when her lips slid down his fingers as he withdrew them.

“I’m going to weigh four hundred pounds and have rotten teeth, if you guys keep giving me food rewards.”

“We’ll work it off you, baby,” Roarke reassured her. “Now, go to sleep. I’m going to go let the dogs out one more time, and then I’ll be back up.”

Leaning over her, Grayson kissed her softly on her lips. “Be a good girl and do what Roarke says. I have to go call in to the office one more time.” He collected his clothes and headed for the door.

Marley nodded and yawned, then curled up on her side and closed her eyes. As he paused in the doorway and looked back he didn’t think he’d ever seen anything as beautiful as Marley sleeping in the silk-draped bed.

After Grayson dressed in Roarke and his bedroom, he went downstairs to tell his lover that Duncan hadn’t been found yet and that he would feel better if he went out on patrol around Silver to search for the man. The state police were also on the lookout for him. It was only a matter of time before he was captured, but until then they would have to be extremely diligent. He didn’t want to worry Marley, however. She was going through enough as she dealt with her sister’s death, preparing the gallery, as well as getting to know Roarke and him.

“I don’t think we should tell her,” Roarke said as he made coffee for Grayson to take with him when he went out on patrol. “She doesn’t need the extra stress. We’ll just have to be sure one of us is around or someone is watching her.”

He grimaced. “Why do I have the feeling it’s not the right decision? Marley’s a strong woman. She’s not going to break down if we tell her that Duncan made threats against her and that he’s escaped. We should tell her.”

But Roarke was shaking his head. “No. I don’t want her upset or scared.”

“Well, I don’t want that, either. Okay,” Grayson sighed heavily, reaching for the coffee Roarke was holding out to him, “but if she gets pissed off, I’m going to blame you.”

Roarke chuckled and pressed himself close. “Fair enough. Be careful out there, babe.”

Marley all but danced through the next few days. It was like she had been reborn, recreated, into a new and improved version of herself. Whatever had happened, she welcomed it with open arms. It was as if she had finally been freed of the chains holding her back since she had left California.

Every day that passed she found it easier to cope with Callie’s death. She was still sad at times, but the burden she had been carrying was lessening. She would always miss her darling little sister, of course. Callie had been a very important part of her life. Though she had traveled the world as a part of her job as a photojournalist, she had been lucky enough to choose most of her destinations in order to pursue those elusive butterflies for her sister. It had been a passion for them both. It had been butterfly madness, she supposed with a smile, using Roarke’s amusing term for how he felt about the butterflies decorating her body.

With sunshine pouring in the windows of the gallery, Marley decided she would have to add some kind of window treatment to prevent direct light on the paintings. Something which would block UV rays, she decided, but would allow muted light to come through. She put it on her mental list of things to do before the end of the day.

Martha followed her through the gallery. Barney had decided he was going to stay with his best buddy Chug. The two were practically inseparable, which seemed to relieve Bailey. With the new furniture delivered and placed around the gallery, the alarm system in, and the placards in place announcing the showing of Callie’s work, Marley was only left with going over the menu once again with the caterers and finalizing the selection of music with the members of the string quartet playing that evening. They would be in the gallery at the far end of the former department store, which would be rather dramatic as she had lights installed to highlight the stonework alcoves behind it.

Both Roarke and Grayson had been spending a lot of time with her. It seemed a little strange, especially since both men worked, but Marley just put it down to their wanting her to get to know them better. It made her feel very loved and her own love blossomed even more with each passing day.

But as good as she was feeling, there were moments when she felt she was being watched as she went about doing errands. It was both troubling and creepy. The feeling came and went unexpectedly. The hair on the back of her neck would stand up, causing her to look around nervously. She never saw anything unusual. These unsettling feelings were the only things marring otherwise perfect days.

With the calls behind her, Marley was suddenly at loose ends. She decided to walk down to the toy store to visit Roarke, his father Dennis, and his grandfather Roy. The men were so funny together. It was like watching three comedians working in the store. She had met them, as well as Roarke’s mother and grandmother and Grayson’s entire family, at the Walkers’ party. Wanting to continue her mood, she set the alarm and locked the door. Martha waited patiently on the sidewalk.

Marley paused in front of the store long enough to admire the beautiful placard announcing Callie’s show for the following Tuesday evening. The RSVPs were coming in from people who already owned her sister’s magnificent work. No one seemed to have a problem coming to the middle of nowhere to acquire something new, something unique, because there would be no more of it.

Fighting off the sting of tears, she began walking down the sidewalk, once again admiring the charming town. It never ceased to amaze her how beautiful it was, so peaceful and laid-back. She had certainly found the perfect place to heal.

When Martha began growling Marley’s peaceful world came screeching to a dead stop. She froze, the strange sensation of being watched creeping over her again like a cold chill. Never in all the years she’d had the dog had she ever heard Martha growl. And it wasn’t just a growl. It was a threat and a warning. At nearly two hundred pounds Martha could do some damage to someone if she chose to.

Placing her hand on her collar, she looked in the direction Martha was staring. There was a man across the street, standing in the center of the park. He was big and wearing dark clothes. There was nothing extraordinary about him. In fact, he looked quite ordinary, until she got the feeling she had seen him somewhere before.

The club, Marley remembered suddenly. She had seen him at The Silver Edge. He was the man who had hit the woman who was his submissive. Shivering, wondering why he was staring at her, Marley tugged Martha’s collar.

“Martha, come along,” Marley commanded firmly when the huge dog didn’t budge. “Martha, heel,” she said, her voice thinning out and rising an octave as the man began walking in her direction, reaching the sidewalk around the park, where he paused again to stare at her. Her whole body tensed. She looked around frantically. Martha wasn’t going to move. Even trying to drag her would be almost impossible. Obviously the dog thought taking a stand was the thing to do. Stupid dog. She pulled her phone out and punched the speed dial number for Grayson. When he answered, she could have cried out her relief. “That man from the club is here. He’s crossing the street from the park. Martha won’t move. I can’t leave her.”

Grayson’s voice was intense. “Leave her, baby. Just run. Get back in the gallery if you’re close. If not, just get into any store along there and lock the door. Martha will follow you. I’m on my way. Run, baby.”

As much as she loathed leaving her beloved dog behind, Marley listened to Grayson and ran to the nearest store. It was the bakery of all things, operated by two of the sweetest women she had ever met. They were behind the counter in their pink-and-white-striped uniforms, white caps on their heads as they served the customers in line. Their smiles of welcome turned to shock as she rushed in.

When she went to close the door and lock it she saw that Grayson had been right. Martha had followed her. She opened the door, the dog shot in, and then she was slamming and bolting it. She stumbled back as the man reached the door and jerked the handle, trying to get in. Martha jumped up, putting her front feet on the door. She was a good foot taller than he was and stared down at him, every white tooth showing.

“Everybody please go to the back,” Marley ordered shakily. “Grayson’s on his way. I don’t know what this man wants, but it can’t be good.”

She went with them, leaving Martha again, as she and the others left the sales area and closed the door. Sirens could be heard and relief swept through her. She didn’t know what the man wanted from her. Why would he focus his attention on her? She didn’t even know him. When she’d moved from California she had hoped she had left the scary people behind.

With her heart pounding in her chest, Marley unlocked the door and peeked out. She could see Grayson and two other deputies, Tim Macon and Cherry Preston. She had met both at the Walker party, which she had gone to with her men.

They were wrestling the man into handcuffs. A large black German shepherd, which was snarling and snapping, was making him cooperate a little more than he had the last time. But not by much. Obviously he wasn’t easily intimidated.

When Marley saw Roarke she left the room and joined a barking Martha at the front door. She unlocked it and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“What’s going on?” she cried, her whole body shaking with both fear and relief. “I don’t even know that man. Why was he coming after me?”

There was a moment when Roarke seemed to decide whether he should tell her or not. A sigh escaped him even as he hugged her tight.