Monroe, Melody S. - Deception Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

Jack beamed. “You bet.”

They’d dressed for the hike, thank goodness, and looked hot enough to eat. She let Sharon know where they were headed so no one would worry when they didn’t show up for dinner.

Sharon opened a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. “Here’s a pass for that area. Don’t forget lots of water because there’s none on top of the mountain. The resort has a few spare sleeping bags and some camping gear, if you need anything.”

“We could use a few extra things.” Diana always had her gear with her, but they’d need a poled tent if all three were to sleep together, along with a stove and few other group gear items.

Once they gathered the equipment, they headed outside to her Jeep. “I’ve got all my outdoor gear already packed, so I’ll drive.” It felt good to be in charge again. “I’ve got ropes, carabiners, harnesses, and some prepackaged dry food and water.”

“Yum.” Jack grinned, but Trace’s pinched brow and his solemn expression told her he was going to be uncommunicative today. Oh, joy.

“It’s not bad tasting, really.” She laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “Have either of you been rock climbing, other than at some indoor place?”

“No,” they both said in unison.

“No problem. We’ll take it easy.”

“We don’t want easy.” This came from Trace, whose purposeful stride and roaming gaze told her his head was spinning. It didn’t take her degree in psychology to know what bothered him.

Maybe she should demand he drop trou in the parking lot before they began their adventure. That way she could suck on his cock and massage his balls until he came, which might help ease his sexual frustration a bit. Knowing Mr. Macho, though, he would deny he’d been turned on and that he didn’t need any pity. So, instead of granting him the release, she kept quiet, not wanting to get into a pissing match she was sure she’d lose.

Trace and Jack loaded the resort gear into the back of her Jeep.

“Where we headed?” Jack said as he piled into the back, leaving Trace to sit next to her.

Great. I got to ride next to the solemn one.

“Mt. Lemon. It’s not far up the mountain.”

“Cool. We’ve both skied it.”

She bet the more than nine-thousand-foot mountain that soared above the Sonoran Desert was quite different in the winter than in the early fall.

“One of my former workers, Teresa, moved down here. I contacted her this morning, and she suggested where we might find some good climbs.”

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Jack had appeared to be the more nervous of the two.

“Yes. I own an adventure company that takes executives into the woods and teaches them to climb, boulder, and do other trust exercises. It’s safe.”

“You do that?”

She loved the surprise in his voice. “Yes. I started my company two years ago. It’s been fun, as well as a lot of work, but I have four full-time employees who help guide the longer trips for me.”

She pulled out of the lot and headed up the road leading to the top of the mountain. She shook her head to clear it. Somehow in the short span of time she’d been at the resort, they’d wormed their way into her heart even more than they had years ago. While it was exciting to have this new adventure with them, in forty-eight hours, she’d be gone, and they’d be assigned to yet another woman to do wonderful things to her. Sometimes life wasn’t fair.

While she was still with them, she was determined to find out what made them really tick outside the resort environs. Her goal for the next two days was to see how well these men did climbing a hundred-foot wall of solid rock. Would they balk when confronted with the vertical slab? Be scared? Or do their best to master one of nature’s obstacles? She knew she was probably being ridiculous holding her frustrations against them, but the only way to get over her prejudice was to learn about them as grown men. Nothing exposed a person’s inner self more than taking him out of his comfort zone.

When she’d first recognized her two fantasy men as
her
fantasy men, she was angry she’d ended up in this situation, but as she got to know them, she realized they’d changed. By how much was the real question. Gone was the arrogance of being super popular high school jocks. They both exuded the same confidence and sexiness as before, only now it seemed natural instead of pure bravado by two eighteen-year-olds.

They passed only a few cars on the road, which surprised her, given it was almost November, perfect camping weather. The only hitch to the trip was that they couldn’t light a campfire in the dry wilderness. The warmth and crackle of the flames had a way of opening up a person, making him let down his defenses. The darkness would give them a chance to gaze at the stars and talk, though. Really talk, about why the men were at the resort and where their paths had taken them after high school until they got their current jobs.

The rules of the resort would still be in place even in the open air, but she planned to test their strength of character nonetheless.

Less than twenty minutes later, she parked when the road ended. Two campers sat in the lot.

Trace rolled out of the passenger’s seat. “How far’s the hike?”

“I can’t be sure, but from what Teresa said, maybe two hours. Can you handle that?” The high altitude wouldn’t bother her. Flagstaff was just as high.

Trace pulled on his backpack with ease, keeping his gaze away from her. “We both played football in college and ran sprints twenty to thirty times in an afternoon and never got tired. We can handle a little hike.”

She didn’t want to remind them that ten years had passed since that time. “Good. I’ll lead.”

Usually, she’d check behind her when she hiked with beginners, asking them if they were drinking enough water and inquiring how their feet were holding up. She figured Jack and Trace would begrudge any mothering on her part, so she walked in silence, breathing the clean air, enjoying the warm sun on her face.

She’d taken rough notes as to where the good sites were located. She told her friend she wanted a place that would provide good climbing and rappelling, but also where they would spend the night.

The hike was more difficult than she thought from the way her friend had talked, climbing over boulders and scrambling over small rock faces, but she enjoyed getting to stretch and test her achy muscles. To their credit, neither man complained, and both kept up the pace with ease.

She took out her compass a few times to make sure she was headed in the right direction. “I think Teresa told me the good climbing site was off to the right.”

Jack came alongside her. “Don’t know how you can tell, darlin’. All the rocks look alike.”

She laughed. “They have different colorings and shapes, but what looks more red than tan to one might not be to another. We can have a snack break as soon as we get to the rock face.”

They trudged forward for another few minutes. When she hiked around the end of the boulder, she found her ideal spot. “It’s perfect.”

Jack shielded his eyes and glanced upward. “It’s tall, all right. And straight up, too. You sure we should be climbing that?”

She smiled. “Don’t worry. You’ll be wearing climbing shoes. You’ll think you’re Spider-Man with those puppies on. Besides, we’ll be tied in harnesses, so we won’t fall too far.”

His eyes widened while Trace looked calm. She took off her pack and got into her climbing gear. “I need to scale the face to secure the rope on the top.”

The two men glanced at each other as if it would take a super human to climb straight up.

“You need help?” Trace straightened his shoulders, acting as if scaling the cliff was a man’s job.

She hid her smile. “I’m good. You two break out the cheese and crackers. I shouldn’t take too long.”

After checking she had her bolts, carabiners, rope, and pitons, she headed up the rock face, stopping every few feet to secure a bolt, allowing her to thread her rope through the loops for safety.

She was about forty feet up when she heard the men chuckling. Looking down might not be smart, but she had to see what those two were up to.

“Nice ass,” Jack called up.

The harness that was strapped between her legs pulled her shorts high. “Thanks.”

Her bottom involuntarily clenched, remembering the feel of the cold steel plug that had wiggled inside her. The way Jack moved the metal in and out had made her pussy so wet.

She needed to focus or she might slip. That would really put a crimp in the day’s activities.

She sobered and continued up the near vertical face. Fortunately, there were lots of places to slip her fingers into the cracks and hold on. When she reached the top, she secured herself to a large bolder and rested. The view was breathtaking of the desert below. Jack and Trace looked small, but their gaze remained on her. She waved.

So as not to keep them waiting while she came up with another diabolical plot to tease and torture her, she drove in her anchor and tied off her ropes. The fun would now begin. Adjusting her harness and tugging on the ropes to be sure they were secure, she backed down the mountain, pushing off the rock to rappel. She could almost feel their gazes pierce her body, causing her to lose her focus.

Fortunately, she reached the bottom without incident. As soon as her feet hit the ground, both men grabbed her waist, as if she was going to fall. She turned around and smiled. “I’m good.” She nodded to the empty packages. “You leave any crackers and cheese for me?”

“Yup.” Jack reached behind his pack on the ground and produced a few premade ones.

She gulped them down. Food always tasted better outside. “You ready for some climbing?”

“I want more than that.” Trace reached his hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. From the smoldering look in his eye, he might not stop there. From behind her, Jack snaked his hands around her waist and pulled her against his body. Clearly, he enjoyed watching her climb the rock, if his hard cock was any indication.

“What’s going on?” She wanted to ask what happened to the no touching rule, but their hands excited her too much to ask them to stop.

Jack nuzzled her neck then slid his hands up to her tits and squeezed just as Trace pulled her close and kissed her hard and with passion, as if stealing a kiss was more important than breathing. He leaned back for a moment, his eyes hooded with desire, then traced his tongue along the seam of her lips. She didn’t want to give in, but being sandwiched between these two men melted her. It was as if she were in a dream, falling and falling, and she couldn’t wake up. She opened her mouth to explore Trace, but his tongue dipped into hers first and captured her mouth. Sirens went off in her head, but she didn’t want the kiss to stop. Ever.

Jack’s erection continued to dig into her back, and his hands remained pressed tightly between her and Trace.

Common sense intruded, and she pulled away. “I’d like nothing better,
men
, than to continue exploring our sexual side, but how about if we delay the instant gratification for after we’ve climbed?” By then they’d be too tired to do anything.

Trace jerked back as if she’d slapped him. “You’re the boss.”

Like he believed that. His pullback surprised her, given the strength of the kiss. While he was the aggressor of the two, she’d never remembered him being this moody for so long.

“Ready for your lesson?” She forced her tone to be light, when she was anything but happy about the way Trace had reacted.

Donning her professional shield, she had them put on their harnesses while she picked out shoes for them. Next, she demonstrated how to tie the figure-eight knot from their harness to the top rope.

“I’ll belay you both until you’re ready to go over the top.”