Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

“Do you want your treat now, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

Reaching for the box, he opened it and grabbed a fork. He dipped it in through the crust, scooping up gooey chocolate with it. Then he was offering it to her, smiling when she opened her mouth. His cock twitched with renewed interest as she closed her eyes and moaned around the decadent dessert. He watched as she moaned, licking her lips, chewing until she swallowed. Four more forkfuls followed. The throbbing length of his cock told him just how excited he was by feeding her in this manner. It was something he was going to have to share with Roarke. They could take turns feeding their beauty.

When Marley pulled back from another mouthful and shook her head, he knew she’d had enough. Taking her shoulders in his hands he lifted her to her feet, steadying her until she could stand on her own.

“Thank you,” Grayson whispered, lowering his head so he could kiss her softly. Her lips clung to his as she came up onto her toes. It was another good sign, one he could barely wait to tell Roarke about.

Turning her around, he removed the handcuffs and tucked them back into the pouch, then gently rubbed her wrists.

“I won’t be able to think about anything else the rest of the day.” Grayson kissed her again, wanting nothing more than to undress her, call Roarke, and then take turns making love to their woman until she agreed to be theirs. As it was, he had the feeling they still had to take this nice and slow, despite what had just taken place between the two of them. He didn’t want to frighten her. His phone rang, causing him to grimace. “I have to go. I’ll come see you later.”

Marley nodded even as he answered his phone. Grayson caressed the side of her face one last time before he left the office. It wasn’t until he was out on the sidewalk that he realized she hadn’t spoken.

When she did, would she still be as receptive? Or would she tell him she never wanted to see him again? Grayson decided he would bring a small chocolate treat to tempt the right answer out of her.

* * * *

Marley stared at the doorway Grayson had just walked through. A sense of disbelief was washing over her. Had she really just given the very first blow job of her life to the town’s sheriff, and for chocolate?

Heat flooded her body as she replayed the sexy scene in her mind. She hadn’t come. She had pushed it back so she could concentrate on giving the tall, handsome man all the pleasure she could. She hadn’t wanted to screw it up. What if the man realized she had never given a blow job before? Maybe he hadn’t. But maybe he had and just didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Then again, he was a man. Men liked to have their dicks sucked, didn’t they? What was there to not like about it? All that was involved was a dick, a mouth, and a little tongue. It wasn’t rocket science, so how could she possibly screw it up? And he was a man, she thought again. They didn’t need much to get them excited. That’s how companies sold men cars. They showed them a big, shiny object, men drooled, men bought. Simple. So, pleasing a man with a blow job, even if it was a first for her, couldn’t possibly require that much skill. And she hadn’t bitten him. She had been very careful with her teeth. She wasn’t an idiot, after all.

Frowning, Marley thought over the reactions she had seen on his face. By what she saw it had appeared she was doing everything right, that he had liked the way her tongue and mouth had worked his cock.

A smile curved her mouth. She liked the taste of him. Salty, tangy, and very, very manly, it had driven her wild. And his scent! Oh, lord, it should be bottled, she thought as her eyes closed and she inhaled. She could still smell him, his cologne, but the taste and smell of his body was still on her lips. Poking her tongue out, she ran it over her lips, wanting more.

The remainder of her morning was decidedly boring. Marley was less than halfway through the second coat of paint on the walls. Deciding she needed a break, she took the couch potatoes for a walk. They were a huge hit in the park. People were always drawn to the dogs. She gave her permission for everyone to pet the duo. Martha sat on the ground, leaning against Marley’s legs, as children of every size came up to pet her. Barney loped around the grassy area, woofing and eluding the children chasing him. He had brought along his rope, which he’d place on the ground, then would snatch it away when one of his two-legged playmates tried to get it.

Once the dogs had their exercise they returned to the gallery. Marley frowned when she saw several people standing in front on the sidewalk.

“May I help you?” She recognized several from the day before, when she had helped with the cleanup at the liquor store.

An older man named Jerry smiled at her. His wife, Helen, was beside him. The five others with them smiled as well. “We came to help out. We see you’re painting. We can help with that.”

Marley wasn’t going to ask why they would offer. This wasn’t the cold atmosphere she had left behind in California. This was Silver and it had a different set of standards, one which seemed to scream “help your neighbor.”

“I’d appreciate that. I’m only half finished. Come on in.”

Barney and Martha went in first, Barney disappearing with his rope into their room in the back. Martha wanted to socialize, so she followed Helen around, watching as paint was poured from the five-gallon bucket Marley had been using and into a tray. Since Marley had plenty of supplies, such as brushes, small trays, and rollers, it wasn’t long before everyone was prepared to paint. They did the walls and the small detail work. What would have taken Marley several more days was completed in an afternoon.

She went out to get food for everyone. They had a late lunch, sitting on packing crates and overturned buckets. Discovering her neighbors brought a good feeling to Marley’s heart. She wished Callie was there to experience everything with her. In all their fantasies they had wanted to find somewhere like Silver, where people were friendly and accepting. It seemed Silver had a great deal of both qualities, where she had expected a great deal more reticence from the citizens toward an outsider. But that hadn’t happened and at this point she didn’t expect it to. She had been welcomed, accepted, and now she was being made a friend of. It made her feel good. And knowing how much Callie would have loved Silver, she felt some of the burden of guilt she had carried around with her being eased a little.

There was still a sense that it was just wrong that Callie had been taken by cancer. How was that fair? What had her little sister ever done to anyone? The three years of remission, the three years of hopes and dreams, had been cruelly crushed. Why had she been given this death sentence when so many others, people with truly hideous characters, were allowed to keep on living and spreading their own kind of disease?

It wasn’t fair, but it was the way of life. Marley knew she would never get an answer to her questions. It was something she was slowly accepting as time went on. Still, it didn’t make missing her sister any easier. The pain was alive in her heart. That, too, would ease with time, but she almost didn’t want it to go away. If it did, it would feel as if she was letting her sister go forever, that she was forgetting her.

Marley took the scenic route home, as she always did, walking the dogs along the sidewalk. It was nearly six o’clock and activity was lessening in the downtown area. As she walked down one of the few side streets she found herself passing in front of the liquor store which had been robbed. When she looked inside she was surprised to see Roarke standing behind the counter and speaking with a customer.

On impulse she went inside, Barney and Martha sighing. She smiled and patted them. They wanted their dinner and had obviously expected her to get right on that. Roarke and the man he was talking to turned at her entrance. She left the dogs sitting at the door, not wanting their large tails wiping shelves clean. She had spent enough time the day before cleaning up broken glass and pools of alcohol from the time-worn, wooden floors.

The men smiled at her. “Hi, Marley,” Roarke greeted warmly, his gray eyes filled with pleasure. He came around the counter to wrap her in his strong arms and hug her tight. Considering what she and his partner had done together that morning she could hardly protest. And, if she was honest with herself, and she usually was, she wanted to feel his body up against hers. “Marley, this is Nick Walker. Nick, this is Silver’s newest resident, Marley Jacobson.”

Extending her hand, she took the one Nick offered. The man smiled politely, but as she looked up at him she saw a great deal of pain in his dark eyes. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said quietly, wondering what his story was. Everyone had one.

“It’s nice to meet you, too. How do you like Silver so far?”

“It seems to be a wonderful place. The longer I’m here the more I’m amazed.”

Nick and Roarke both nodded. “It’s not perfect, but most residents try hard to make it a good, solid community.” Nick moved a little and she stepped aside automatically, which brought her in closer contact with Roarke. “Well, it was nice meeting you. There’s a party out at my parents’ ranch this Saturday. Roarke and Gray know the details. Everybody’s invited.”

“Thanks.”

Then he was gone, a shadow of a man. “He seems like he’s in a lot of pain.”

Roarke’s handsome face was grim as he watched his friend go. “He is. His partner and their wife were killed in a car accident last fall. It’s coming up on the anniversary. It’s going to be a rough time for him.”

“Is he drinking?”

“Do you mean do I suspect he’s become an alcoholic?” Roarke shrugged broad shoulders. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen a lot of him since the accident. He’s been living out at his parents’ place. He’s got a lot of support there. I suspect they know what he needs.” He took her by the shoulders, pulling her close. There was a more than a little mischief dancing in his gray eyes. “I hear you like chocolate.”

Marley thought she would die of embarrassment right then and there. While she had known Grayson would share with his partner, she hadn’t expected to have it brought up so soon. Or, maybe she had. Was that why she had really come into the liquor store when she had seen Roarke? Had she wanted to relive the heat of her encounter with Grayson with him?

“Wait one moment.” He walked to the front of the store where he locked it securely, sliding the closed sign into place. Then he walked back, the dogs following behind. She held her breath until they made it along the aisle without knocking any bottles down. “I have some chocolate in Ned’s office.”

“You do?” Marley squeaked, not knowing if she should follow the man to the back of the store. If she went, he might expect her to have sex with him, too.

“Yes. I went to the candy store and got a one of their samplers. They have the best chocolate. There’s a factory just outside of town. They ship it all over the world. I was thinking,” he said, as he closed the door and the dogs out in the hall. She heard them thump against the wall as they sat down and leaned. Barney woofed his protest, but she knew neither dog would move. She watched as Roarke went to the bank of new electronic equipment and pushed buttons. “We don’t want anyone watching you eat chocolate.”

Marley blinked. “No,” she said carefully, “we wouldn’t want anyone seeing that.”

What the heck was Roarke planning? she wondered dazedly. He cleared the desk of a stack of papers and file folders. Then he was kneeling in front of her, pulling off her sneakers, as well as her socks. Her jeans came off next, then her pink silk panties. His big hands slid around her hips, holding her still.

“Oh, fuck,” Roarke whispered, his breath warm against the skin of her shaved pussy. “It can’t get any better than this.”

Hadn’t the man ever seen one before? They had claimed they were bisexual, but she supposed she shouldn’t have made the assumption that they had been with an actual woman. But there were plenty of resources out there, magazines and the Internet. It must be his first live one, she thought. Marley nearly laughed at the awe and amazement she heard in his deep voice.

“What?” she asked when he didn’t say anything more, simply continued to stare at the smooth mound at the apex of her thighs. She was beginning to feel a little underdressed as she stood there in nothing but a paint-splattered T-shirt. “You have seen one of those before, haven’t you?” He sounded so amazed by the sight she just had to ask.

Roarke laughed and placed tiny kisses, butterfly kisses, on the inside of her thighs, sending electricity shooting through her pussy. She thought that was kind of dangerous, as wet as she was. They could both get hurt by a high-voltage electrical charge.

His fingers tightened on the flesh of her ass. “Don’t move. I have to admire your beautiful pussy. I can’t believe you have a butterfly tattooed on it. It’s fucking gorgeous. The detail is tremendous. Whoever did all of your tattoos is incredibly gifted.”

“He’s a friend of mine. I wouldn’t let just anyone do it.”

“Of course not,” he agreed in a thick voice. “Did you let him eat your beautiful pussy?”

“No. I said he was a friend.”

“Do you think he wanted to eat this beautiful pussy?”

Marley squirmed. “I don’t know. If he did, he never said anything. Can I have chocolate now?”

Roarke laughed. “Baby, you can have all the chocolate you want, if I can have a taste of your beautiful flesh.”

When he straightened he lifted her onto the desk and arranged her carefully, bringing her ass nearly to the edge of the heavy wood surface, her legs dangling. He opened the box of chocolates, searching for just the right one, before handing it to her.