Her Wanton Ways [Notorious Nephilim 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (12 page)

“Why don’t we all get some dinner?” asked Blade.

“Is it that time already? Just let me run back to my suite and change.” That’s all that was wrong with her. She was simply hungry.
Sure, Joelle. Just keep telling yourself that.

After she’d changed clothes and met them in the lobby, she thought they’d head for the main dining room but they surprised her by leading her toward one of the two new dining rooms, still under construction. “Do we need hard hats?”

Blade chuckled. “No. This one is nearly finished. We thought it would be more pleasant to have a private dinner tonight. You two have a seat, and I’ll be right back.”

Joelle sat at a large round table with Cristian and glanced around, taking in the heavy wallpaper and wall sconces. “This is so elegant.”

“We plan to do small parties in here and save the main dining room for lunch and dinner. The second new one is smaller than this one, and we plan to use that for breakfast, since most of our guests order that meal in their suites.”

“How did all of you learn so much about running a resort? You seem to have thought of everything. There are so many personal touches, and things you don’t find even in the most expensive hotels.”

Cristian’s smile was easy. “We watched and learned over time. Zach and Emmett do a great job of keeping an eye on what other resorts and high-priced hotels are doing.”

“What’s it like working in the same office as Zach? From what little I’ve heard about him, he broods a lot.”

“He’s not so bad. Just focused on his work.”

“I share an office with a woman named Doris who is also an administrative assistant. She’s in her fifties and never been married. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile, and she has sharp words for everyone. Very unpleasant woman.”

“That can’t be any fun. Why don’t you just ask your father for your own office?”

Joelle shook her head. “Oh, no. I don’t want anyone saying I have special privileges because of who I am. And besides, then one of my friends might have to share the office with Doris, and they’d never forgive me for doing that to them.”

“I hope your friends appreciate your sacrifice.”

Blade walked back into the room, followed by several staff members pushing two trolleys. Once the food, plates, and silverware were unloaded, the staff members left. “Our own special feast,” he said, waving his hand across the spread with a flourish.

Cristian lit two candles in the middle of the table, and Blade opened a bottle of wine. Dinner was delicious, as was every meal Joelle had eaten here. They asked Joelle about her job, and she jabbered on about what she did at work, who her friends were, and some of the things she and Peggy did together. They listened with interested looks, and again Joelle was struck by how different her experiences were with them when compared to those of other men she’d dated. Most of the men she’d dated—including Scott—would have stared off into space or changed the subject if she’d talked too much about work or her friends.

When the plates had been cleared and they were on their second bottle of wine, Joelle became giddy, laughing at everything Blade and Cristian said. Both men had a great sense of humor, and they played off each so well.

At one point Joelle excused herself to use the bathroom, and when she returned Blade pulled her onto his lap and asked her if she was ticklish. She laughed and tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he was stronger. He tickled her under her rib cage, and Joelle screamed and squirmed, laughing as she begged him to stop.

“Not until you agree to something.”

“Anything,” she said, panting. “Just stop…please.”

“Smooth move, Blade,” said Cristian. “Now we know how to make her do our bidding.”

“Didn’t have to try very hard.”

“Oh, that’s not nice.” Joelle punched Blade playfully in the arm. He gave her a look of shock and began to tickle her again.

Tears ran down her cheeks by the time he finally stopped, but he still didn’t release her. “Now, about that request.”

She looked into his eyes and her heart skipped a beat. How could a man be so devastatingly handsome and charming at the same time? “What do you want me to do?”

He cut his gaze to Cristian. “What do you think? We have her at our mercy. The sky’s the limit.”

Cristian looked around. “It’s not very comfortable in here, and she’s already had sex in the billiards room.” A wicked smile spread across his face, and Joelle sighed with pleasure at the images floating through her mind.

Blade tapped his chin with one finger and scrunched up his face as if to show he was thinking deep thoughts. “Have you seen the indoor pool yet?”

“No.”

Cristian and Blade exchanged a glance. “I think she should see it,” said Cristian.

“Oh, I agree. It’s too nice to be missed.”

“You want to show me the pool?”

“Let’s hope no one is already there,” said Cristian.

“Assuming it’s currently unoccupied, we’ll have to make sure no one can get in,” said Blade.

“Zach and Emmett will have a fit,” said Cristian.

“We won’t tell them. Who’s on front desk tonight?”

“Molly.”

“Perfect.” Blade stood up and took Joelle’s hand.

As they passed the front desk, Joelle waited with Blade while Cristian spoke with Molly. Molly smiled at Joelle before she scurried down a hallway to the left of the front desk. When she returned, she assured the group no one was using the pool, then made a hand-written sign to indicate the pool was out of order. She slipped Cristian a key as well. “This way you can lock the door in case anyone gets the urge to see if it’s really out of order.”

Cristian took the sign and key from her then blew her a kiss. Joelle smelled the chlorine before they reached the doors leading to the pool. “How long has Molly worked for you?” asked Joelle as Cristian locked the doors behind them.

“Since we opened. She was one of the first people we hired.”

A shudder ran through Joelle. She stared at him. “We? Cristian, you make it sound like you were here when this place opened.” She turned her attention toward Blade. “Didn’t you tell me it opened in 1921? You two couldn’t have been five or six, at most.”

A look of fear crossed Blade’s face. It was gone quickly, but Joelle couldn’t pretend she hadn’t seen it.

“It’s just an expression, Joelle. We’ve all been involved with this place since we were born, so to speak.”

Images flashed through Joelle’s mind as she looked from one man to the other, starting with the scents that emanated from them. She recalled how the air seemed charged and hot at certain times when they were around.

“Come on, Joelle.” Blade reached for her hand. “Let’s take a look at the pool.”

She jerked her hand away as the flashes continued. Their stamina in bed was almost unbelievable, as was the way they never ate much. She remembered the anxious look on Cristian’s face when he told her they’d been planning the second set of horse trials for over two decades, after she’d questioned his use of the word “we.” Cristian had also looked worried when he realized Joelle was staring at the picture of the twelve of them out front, dressed in clothing from the twenties. Why?

Blade and Cristian exchanged a veiled glance. They did that a lot, now that Joelle thought about it. Joelle was so distracted with her thoughts, she didn’t have time to react when Blade picked her up and walked toward the pool.

“No!” she screamed, laughing and trying to wiggle out of his arms. “I’ll ruin my shoes. Don’t you dare throw me in.”

He stopped walking and gave her a smoldering look that made Joelle’s clit start to throb.

Cristian removed her shoes. “Problem solved,” he said, his voice light and teasing.

Joelle willed herself to relax and enjoy them, the way she had all morning and afternoon. She was simply tired and overreacting to things, the same way she’d overreacted to Cristian the day before. She’d had a perfect day with both men, and she didn’t want to break the spell. “I’ll ruin my dress, too.”

“We can take care of that as well,” said Cristian, waggling his eyebrows at her.

Blade put her on her feet. “Take off the dress, Joelle.”

She reached behind to unzip it then pulled it over her head, hoping they liked the naughty lingerie she’d worn. From the twin wolf whistles and slack-jawed looks on their faces, she knew they did.

“Wow,” said Cristian. “See-through black netting is your color.”

Joelle smiled and twirled around. “Do you like it? I ordered it from this catalog Peggy found. This is the first time I’ve worn it.”

Blade stepped close, and Joelle felt light-headed from his scent and the lust rolling off him waves. “We’re honored that you wore it for us.” His voice was deep and sexy. She stared into his eyes, ready to give him anything he wanted. “But if you wear that lingerie in the pool, it might get ruined.” He ran a hand over her left breast, and she moaned. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to take it off as well.”

Joelle was so wet they’d probably see her pussy glistening with juices as soon as her panties were off. She unhooked her bra and teased the straps down each shoulder, grinning at Blade and Cristian in turn. Holding the bra in place with one hand, she slipped off her panties with the other, wiggling them as far down her thighs as she could with one hand.

“Stop being so coy,” said Blade. “We’ve seen you naked.”

“Have some patience, Blade. The anticipation is half the fun.”

“The anticipation makes my dick hurt.”

Joelle laughed loudly and dropped her bra. Then she stepped out of her panties. She walked toward the edge of the pool and dipped a toe in. The water was warm, so she jumped in. When she resurfaced, Blade and Cristian were removing their clothes.

Joelle swam a few strokes then turned onto her back to float. She hadn’t been swimming in a long time and had never been in a pool this nice. Her parents had an outdoor pool, but the weather didn’t allow them to use it for more than a few weeks every summer.

She floated toward the shallow end when Blade and Cristian got into the pool. Cristian caught her as she floated past, placing one hand under her back and the other over her breast. He smiled down into her eyes. “Ever do it in a swimming pool, Joelle?”

She giggled. “No. Have you?”

He looked embarrassed. “Maybe.”

“I’ll bet you have, Cristian.” Joelle made a noise of contentment as Cristian fastened his mouth on one nipple.

Blade placed one hand behind her head to support it then kissed her rough and deep. She moaned into his open mouth. The sensation of floating on the water while her two gorgeous men pleasured her with their mouths was enough to bring on an orgasm. It poised there, ready to burst.

Cristian trailed his tongue over her other breast then down her abdomen to her pussy. Blade released her mouth and put both hands under her back to keep her afloat. Cristian moved between her legs and spread them, placed both hands on her ass, then bent his head to lick her clit. She exploded in a blinding climax and only their hands kept her from sinking under the water.

Cristian continued to lick her until another orgasm began to build. Joelle couldn’t thrash around like she wanted to because she was afraid she’d become completely submerged This was too exhilarating to do anything to stop it. When Blade moved one hand to her breasts and began to tease her nipples, she thought she’d go out of her mind with need.

Finally Cristian stopped licking her, but her men weren’t finished with her yet. Blade took his place at her clit, while Cristian placed one hand under her back and the other under her head. “Turn toward me. I’ll hold your head up.”

Joelle didn’t think it would work, but he was able to keep her entire head out of the water with one hand while pushing his cock into her mouth. She sucked him without taking hold of the base because she didn’t want to move her arms and risk upsetting the balance of both men holding her afloat.

Blade’s tongue was inching her toward another climax and Cristian’s dick tasted like pool water, but she loved having her mouth filled with it. Blade released her pussy, and Cristian pulled out of her mouth. Blade lifted her out of the water and held her against him. She wrapped her legs around his torso. He cradled her ass, and she put her arms around his shoulders. He kissed her, filling her mouth with the taste of pool water and her own pussy juices.

She heard Cristian move out of the water as Blade began to walk toward the edge of the pool with her still cradled in his arms. As he set her down on the pool deck, her ass touched a cushion Cristian must have placed there. Blade plunged his dick into her soaking-wet pussy, and Joelle clung to him as he fucked her deep and hard.

Cristian walked to where the men had put their clothes and pulled something out of his pants pocket. Joelle was too busy crying out as the orgasm tore through her to notice what it was. It didn’t matter. She’d do anything these two asked of her.

Blade pulled out and climbed out of the pool while Cristian took his place. He stood in front of her, stroking her face gently, then pulled her into his arms. When he slid into her pussy, she clung to him, enjoying the feeling of being totally filled with his thick, long cock.

Blade stroked her hair then whispered into her ear. “I’d love to fuck you in your ass again. And I’m sure Cristian would, too.”

She turned her head to see him holding a bottle of oil and packages of condoms. “Oh…yes…”

Cristian pulled out and laid Joelle sideways on the long cushion he’d placed there. “What are these?” she asked.

“Patio furniture cushions. We store them back here in the winter.”

“We’re going to ruin them,” she said.

Cristian shrugged while he placed a condom over his swollen shaft then moved behind her. “Do you really care, Joelle?” he asked as he rubbed her ass crack with warm oil.

She writhed and moaned. “No.”

Blade slid next to her on the cushion and pulled her on top of him. He rocked his hips into her pussy, and she ground it into his erection. “Hang on a second,” she said. “Let me try something I’ve always wanted to do.”

Joelle sat up and lifted her hips then lowered her pussy until she’d sheathed Blade’s cock. Blade groaned and cupped her breasts then pulled her down on top of him. Joelle cried out as his thrusting rubbed against her tender clit.