Dark Desire in Elk's Crossing [Sequel to Ecstasy in Elk's Crossing] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

* * * *

Sven sat on the edge of the mattress in the guest bedroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror over the chest-of-drawers. He was simultaneously overjoyed at having made love with Annika and endlessly miserable that he’d fucked her.

So what had he done? Made love with Annika, or fucked her like some Viking would, taking the vanquished woman however he wanted? What made this question even more tormenting for him was that the only person who could rationally have a valid opinion was Annika. Whether Sven felt he had made love to her or fucked her wasn’t a part of the equation. Not having a vote in the decision made him feel powerless, and that was a sensation that never sat easily on his broad shoulders.

He closed his eyes, and in his mind’s eye, he saw Annika as clearly as if he was looking at a photograph. He saw the expression of fear-laced desire on her face and the erotic rise and fall of her luxurious breasts. He saw Joshua’s enormous hands surrounding her wrists, holding her arms outstretched. He saw the rounded curve of her naked hips and the small triangle of hair above her pussy. The sensation of feeling Annika’s body opening for him, the delicate lips of her pussy separating to accept him, was one he knew he’d never forget.

Sven had pleasured himself with more women than he could count or remember, but he’d always remember
precisely
what it had felt like to thrust the entire length of his cock into Annika’s slick, receptive pussy that very first time.

He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto a nearby chair. A shower is what he needed.

As he headed for the bathroom off the guest bedroom, Sven wondered what Annika thought of him now.

* * * *

Joshua put his head under the shower stream and felt the shampoo getting rinsed out of his long, thick hair. He had already soaped up his body three times in an effort to feel truly clean.

The evening’s activities kept playing over and over again in his head like a movie projector from hell. While it was undeniably true that Joshua had enjoyed several
ménage à trois
encounters in his life, he was always the only man with two women. And it was also true that women had made love with Joshua and then slept with one of his friends later in the evening. But Joshua himself had never accepted what he derisively thought of as “sloppy seconds.”

But he’d done precisely that earlier in the evening. Why? What was it about Annika that made him put aside many long-held beliefs, just so that he could feel the passion she was willing to share?

And what was it about Sven that made Joshua willing to hold Annika by the wrists in quasi-bondage just so the big Norwegian had unrestricted access to her body? Joshua remembered vividly the shockingly erotic sensation of holding Annika’s arms out as she was slammed back against him each time Sven thrust into her. The pounding that Joshua had taken against the corral fence had put a lusty fire in his veins that made it impossible for him to not bend Annika over at the waist to have his wanton way with her.

With his body and hair rinsed clean, Joshua turned off the shower, grabbed a thick, terry towel from the rack, and muttered under his breath, “Whiskey. I need a nightcap.”

* * * *

I must have had a gallon of cum inside me.

The thought made Annika shiver as she leaned close to the mirror and applied mascara to her lashes.

Stop it. Don’t exaggerate like that.

She reached for her lipstick, stopped herself, then selected a clear lip gloss from her purse. It was too late to put on all the war paint.

I had the cum of two different men inside my pussy at the same time.

The libidinous awareness prompted another shiver to work its way up her spine. While she had known all along that sooner or later she would resume having a sex life, what Annika had not imagined, nor even fantasized about, was having a sex life that included two of the biggest, most gorgeous men on the planet. Oh, and not that it really mattered, but they were both rich enough to make kings feel like paupers.

How many times did they make me come? I can’t even remember.

Another warm flush went through her, coloring her cheeks and throat. Slyly, after putting away the lip gloss, she reached beneath the loose-fitting leg of her cotton teddy and touched her vagina with her fingertips cautiously, almost experimentally. She was a little sore, but only a little. Considering how long she had been celibate, how well-endowed her lovers were, and how thoroughly and completely they had both ravaged her, Annika considered it a minor miracle she was “only a little” anything. She was, she grudgingly acknowledged, out of commission for the rest of the night. She doubted that by morning her wild behavior with Sven and Joshua would be anything but a luscious memory that better judgment dictated she forget but common sense said she never would.

An unplanned and unprecedented
ménage à trois
with Joshua and Sven was something no woman would ever forget.

She stepped out of the bathroom and into her private guest bedroom, walked to her bed, then stopped and looked down at it. She had pulled back the covers prior to showering, and that told her she had every intention of getting clean, then going to bed with the desire to sleep until morning, when she hoped to wake up with her sanity quite fully recovered.

But if that was really what she wanted, why had she selected her teddy instead of the nightshirt from her suitcase. Both were made of simple cotton, but the nightshirt was something her grandmother would wear, and the teddy, while not being made of silk or satin, was still quite attractive. Her full bosom was put rather nicely on display in the décolletage that was meant to do such things, while the rest of the lingerie was loose-fitting. It was a comfortable piece of nightwear, but it wasn’t as comfortable as the well-washed sleep shirt.

“Don’t do it.” The words were whispered into an empty room, but they seemed to echo over and over again in Annika’s ears. “They said we should talk, so I guess we should talk.” She started toward the bedroom door then stopped herself. From her suitcase she extracted a bathrobe that covered her to the middle of her thighs. “Much better,” she said to herself, trying hard to ignore the tingling in her clitoris and the erotic sensation of her naked thighs scissoring as she walked.

Dressed in a strap-sleeve T-shirt, red, cotton boxer briefs, and a robe so old that he couldn’t remember when he’d bought it, Joshua walked from his bedroom to the library, quite certain that he needed a nightcap more on this evening than ever before in his life. When he got to the library, quite intent on gulping his first whiskey-and-ice and then sipping the second, he found Sven, standing in white silk pajamas and a black, silk robe with a gold sash, making himself a vodka martini.

“Hello,” Joshua said, standing at the doorway. “You beat me to the liquor cart.”

“I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“Of course not.” Joshua crossed the room. He suddenly felt uncomfortable in Sven’s presence, and he didn’t like it. They had shared an experience with Annika that Joshua still hadn’t quite wrapped his arms around. “So your poison of choice is vodka, eh?”

Sven nodded. “But I like to go native wherever I go. You were having whiskey, so that’s what I had.”

Joshua made himself a nightcap, filling the glass to the rim with ice and whiskey. “How are you doing?” It was a softly voiced question. After several seconds of silence, he added, “Can’t stop thinking about what happened with Annika?”

“Precisely.” Sven breathed a soft sigh of relief. “I’ve never done anything like that in my life. Not even close to like that. With another man being there, that is.”

“I’ve been in a few
ménage à trois
situations in my life, but every time it happened, I was the only man with two women.”

Sven nodded vigorously in agreement. “I am not the kind of man who shares.”

“And I’m not the kind of man who—” Joshua stopped himself before using his usual, and coarse, phrase for having sex with a woman after another man had already been with her. “Let’s just say that I don’t like being the second man to take a woman to the dance floor.”

Sven smiled expansively. “No Juicy Lucys for you?”

“That’s what you call it in Norway? In American we call it sloppy seconds.”

“No matter what you call it, that’s not our style.”

“But tonight, for me, it was.” Joshua took a sip of his whiskey then took a big swallow. He enjoyed the burn as the liquor went down his throat. “It was like she’d put fire in my veins.” He combed fingers through his hair and sighed, shaking his head slowly. “I never saw this coming.”

“Neither did I, my friend,” Sven replied, putting a hand on the American’s shoulder. “I’ve never mixed business with pleasure, and now I have in the biggest way possible.”

Movement drew Joshua’s attention, and he watched as Annika stepped into the room then stopped. She wore a lightweight, belted robe that came down just to the middle of her thighs. Beneath it, she had on pajamas of some sort—Joshua couldn’t see exactly—but her legs were tapering and bare, and the fullness of her bosom was now on display. His body and libido instantly warmed to her presence, and in the back of his mind, Joshua wondered if Annika had bewitched him somehow, using magic to entice him as other women hadn’t.

* * * *

Annika looked at Sven and Joshua, standing near the liquor cart, and thought, My God, those are handsome men. Is it any wonder I let them both fuck me?

The coarseness of the F word, even though she had only thought it and hadn’t spoken in, made her close her eyes for a moment and give her head a little shake. When she looked at the men again, she saw the way their gazes raked up and down over her, assessing her charms and, it would seem, finding them appealing. She was glad now she’d chosen the teddy with a short robe and not the body-concealing nightshirt.

“Please tell me there’s a gin and tonic with my name on it,” Annika said, hoping to lessen the tension in the room. “A strong one is in order.”

“Coming right up,” Joshua said, already beginning to make her cocktail.

Annika felt butterflies in her stomach as, barefooted, she walked closer to the men. By no means a sexually intemperate woman, she had no experience to fall back on. How was a woman to behave with two men she’d just had sex with? She hadn’t quite taken the nightcap from Joshua’s outstretched hand when she began thinking that this evening was the biggest, most foolish mistake of her life.

She took several sips of the drink. Neither man had fully closed his robe, and she thought their sleep attire interestingly characteristic of them. Joshua was mouthwatering in his boxer briefs and T-shirt, and Sven was the very definition of eye candy in his silk pajamas and robe.

“I’m not really sure what happened tonight,” she finally began, “but please understand that the way I behaved is something that’s never happened before, and will never happen again.” She watched as both men reacted negatively to her blunt declaration. “Until you two—I can’t believe I’m actually having to say this aloud—I hadn’t had sex in three years. Then, for reasons that escape me completely, I had sex with two men on the same night.” She closed her eyes and felt a warm embarrassment turn her pale cheeks and throat pink. “I’ve never been sexually experimental, never promiscuous.”

“But you did enjoy yourself?” Joshua inquired. When Annika hesitated in answering, he asked, “Didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. I’d be lying if I told you otherwise.” She combed her fingers through her hair then stopped abruptly when she realized that the move caused her robe to separate slightly, showing pale cleavage that the men obviously enjoyed looking at. “But it can’t happen ever again, no matter how good it was.” She closed her eyes and said in a guilty whisper, “I had
sooo
many orgasms.”

“I will respect your wishes,” Sven said with quiet sincerity. “You are under my employ. I should have kept my distance. But I couldn’t…”

Joshua said, “I propose a slightly different trail we ride. There’s a saying about Las Vegas that whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. What about ‘Whatever happens in Elk’s Crossing, stays in Elk’s Crossing’?”

Annika felt her nipples tighten at the suggestion that a once-in-a-lifetime evening of unbridled passion might become something of greater duration. She felt the quickening of her heart and noticed that her hand was trembling slightly as she took another sip of her cocktail.

Sven’s brow furrowed. He looked at Annika and shrugged his broad shoulders.

“It’s American slang. What it means, if I’m interpreting Joshua’s suggestion accurately, is that as long as the three of us are in Elk’s Crossing, we can all do whatever we want to. But when you and I return to Oslo, we’ll end this little fling, and none of us will ever talk about it ever again.”

Sven smiled, and Annika felt her clitoris begin to itch slightly. His smile did disastrous things to her self-control.

“Say ‘yes’ to the proposition,” Joshua said, “and you’ll make me the happiest cowboy North Dakota’s ever seen.”

“Yes.”

“Seal the agreement with a kiss?”

Annika stepped closer to him and lifted up on her tiptoes as his left arm slipped around her waist. He slanted his mouth down over hers, kissing her lightly but evocatively. His hand slid from the small of her back to her bottom, where he cupped one cheek through her robe and teddy.

Under any circumstances it would turn me on to kiss Joshua, but it excites me even more to know that Sven’s watching me, waiting for his turn with me. I could sooo get used to this kind of attention from these men.

By the time the kiss finally ended, the lips of Annika’s pussy were slick with nectar, and whatever discomfort she’d experienced from the vigorous lovemaking earlier in the evening was slowly becoming a fading memory.