Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Undone [The Double Men Rider's Club] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (12 page)

When he’d grabbed the condoms, he’d also brought the lube. He slathered a fair amount on his cock and squeezed a little bit in her anus to ease his way.

From a few feet away, Dell watched as Zachary stepped closer to Tessa. His cock bobbed and pulsed. He grabbed himself one-handed and centered the tip of his cock between her butt cheeks.

He pushed the head of his cock past the ring of muscles at her rosette. His next thrust put him balls-deep into her ass. Tight. Hot. Exquisite. He wanted to come. She arched her spine the moment he got all the way inside.

“My God, that feels so dark and dirty. I love it. Don’t stop.” She settled her chest back onto the surface of the table. Zachary pulled his cock out half way, surprised he hadn’t unleashed his climax with the first push inside, and thrust forward once more.

He leaned forward and pushed his fingers into the dark curly locks at the back of her head. Her hair now fisted in one hand, he started a slow and steady thrust deep then pull back half way rhythm.

His other hand fastened to her ass and helped leverage his cock deeper with each penetration.

Zachary lost count of how many strokes he lasted before the weight of his orgasm spilled over the edge, and he fairly screamed his release, still pounding his cock into her ass several more times.

Slumping over and pushing his chest into her back, he pinned Tessa to the table beneath his spent body. By the time he got his breathing back under control and slid his cock out of her ass, his legs trembled so much he wasn’t sure he could stand, much less walk. Tessa lifted up from the table, turned, and threw her arms around his neck.

She hugged him tight and buried her face against his throat, kissing his jaw and cheek. “You’re amazing,” she whispered.

I love you, Tessa
. He almost said the words out loud.

It was probably too soon for such sentiment, and although the words were sincere, he didn’t want to scare her away.

Dell suggested another shower, so they scrubbed the ice cream and chocolate sauce residue away in the steamy enclosure and retired to bed. Tessa lay on her back snuggled between them.

“Tell me something that I don’t already know about you,” she asked.

Zachary answered first. “I like licking ice cream and chocolate sauce off your nipples.”

She huffed. “I already knew that.”

Dell turned on his side and placed his hand on her belly. “We want you to come to
Wyoming
and visit us on our ranch.”

“Really? I’d love to do that.” The sincerity in her tone gave Zachary hope that her feelings grew for them.

“When are you available?” Dell asked quickly, “How about at the end of the week?”

Her gaze went to the ceiling as if she pondered her busy schedule before answering. “I have something important that I have to do at the end of the week.” The sudden melancholy in her tone surprised Zachary.

“What’s wrong?”

She waved a hand in the air. “It’s nothing. I just have to go to the reading of my grandmother’s will on Friday. She died over six months ago, but I still miss her a lot.”

“I’m sorry,” they both said at the same time.

“Me, too. I would have loved for you two to have met her.” She wiped the back of her hand across her eyes quickly.

Zachary exchanged a look with Dell. He hated to see her upset.

As if sensing their discomfort, Tessa took a deep breath and asked, “So how about early next week instead. I don’t have anything pressing after Friday. I already know she left me the house I’m living in currently. This is just a formality.”

Dell kissed her cheek. “That would be great.”

“Do you have a lawyer representing you?” Zachary asked her. It was a habit. He thought everyone should have a lawyer present any time documents might be signed.

Tessa turned her head and stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Do I need a lawyer at the reading of a will?”

He shrugged. “It never hurts.”

“I don’t have one on retainer or anything, so, no, I hadn’t planned on taking an attorney. I hear they cost a lot of money.”

Dell muttered, “That’s the truth.”

Zachary ignored Dell and put his hand on her face. “When is the reading? Perhaps I could join you, free of charge.”

She perked up. “Would you do that? Really?” He nodded. “I’d love to stroll in there with you at my side.”

“Fine. I have a couple of meetings on Friday, but I’ll adjust them to make time for you if at all possible.”

 
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

Dell stroked his hand across her collarbone. “Do you ride?”

“Ride? Like horses?” He nodded. Tessa shook her head. “I’ve never even been to a ranch.”

Dell laughed. “We have lots to show you, then.”

Zachary knew Dell loved the ranch life. He’d have her bailing hay, shoeing horses, and herding cattle before the end of her visit if he had his way.

Dell started telling her about all the things that took place on a ranch, from feeding chickens to land management.

“Don’t scare her off, Dell,” he muttered.

“No. I want to hear everything,” she said. Dell continued but Zachary didn’t add anything to the discussion. Instead, he focused his attention on her face. She seemed enthralled by all Dell told her about their property in
Wyoming
. For Zachary, while he loved ranch life, his favorite part was the isolation from the hustle and bustle of city life.

His mind strayed to the meeting she had on Friday and the reading of her grandmother’s will. Given such a treasured house, would she ever want to move?

Was it unfair to tell her he loved her and make her choose?

Chapter Eight

The next morning, Tessa woke to the alarm she’d set on her cell phone. Dell was already gone to an early meeting. He’d kissed her an hour ago before he left. She tried to snuggle up to Zachary, but presently, he was also out of bed.

She sat up and hugged her legs to her chest. These men were so hard to resist. Last night they’d told her all about their ranch in
Wyoming
. She already couldn’t wait to visit. The lie she told herself was that once this week was over, they would be gone and she’d go back to her ordinary life. But hope crept in as she entertained the notion of ensconcing herself in a long-distance relationship. The idea came up when they invited her to visit their place.

Long-distance relationships never worked, though, did they?

Was she prepared to leave
Colorado
?

Tessa flashed on the idea of leaving her grandmother’s house forever and knew that would be her toughest obstacle. She loved that place. She’d grown up there. Her favorite and most cherished memories resided there.
 

“Are you awake, or do I need to come in there and get you out of bed another way?” Zachary’s voice drifted in from what sounded like the dining area next to the bar. Memories of the night before filtered through her brain. She smiled, knowing she’d never look at ice cream or chocolate sauce the same way ever again.

“I’m up.” She slid out of bed so as not to make a liar out of herself. She grabbed Zachary’s starched shirt from the day before and shrugged it on. She’d rinsed out her bra and panties the night before and left them draped over the clear glass of the shower stall. Dell and Zachary didn’t require her to have a sleeping garment to share their bed. In fact, they rather insisted she stay naked all night.

True to his word, Zachary had apparently washed and dried her uniform and apron from yesterday and hung them on the closet handle for her to use today. She didn’t have to be at work until seven, so she had forty-five minutes to wake up.

She shuffled out to the dining area where she found Zachary dressed in another fine, starched shirt beneath an expensive business suit sipping a mug of something steamy.

“I made you coffee.” He gestured to a cup on the table.

A giggle erupted from her throat at the idea of him making the resident coffee kiosk employee a morning beverage.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. I appreciate it. I usually make coffee for everyone, not the other way around.”

“I washed your uniform for you, too.”

She nodded. “Thank you. I saw it hanging on the closet door. I don’t want to know what you did to it before you washed it.”

“Nothing too prurient. I just buried my face and breathed in the coffee scent…and your delicious fragrance before tossing it in the washer.”

“Someday you’re going to make someone a wonderful husband.”

A pang of regret formed around her heart at the thought of him with another woman. She already hated that the week was half over. She would miss these two men very much once they were gone.

“Really? Would
you
be interested?”

She shrugged, but her inner mind wrapped around the idea.
Wyoming
country never looked so good. But could she truly leave the only home she’d ever known to be a mistress to two men?

He tilted his head to one side and scanned her from head to knees with a gaze she recognized. Lust. “What are you thinking about, Tessa?”

“Nothing,” she lied. “Nothing at all.”

He didn’t look convinced but soon broke the engaging stare and glanced at his watch. “I’ve got a meeting in a few minutes, so I’ll leave you to shower and get ready for work.”

Tessa appreciated that his lip didn’t curl in disgust at the mention of her job like Arthur’s always did.

Zachary stood carefully from the table and reached into one jacket pocket. “I took the liberty of having a room key made for you.” He moved closer and slid an arm around her waist. With the key card held between two fingers, he brushed one corner of the plastic from her collarbone to the pocket of the dress shirt she wore. His shirt. The scent of his cologne still clung to the fabric she wore and mingled with the new one beneath his suit. “I hope you’ll come back to stay with us tonight. I should be finished by about four.”

Tessa smiled. “I’m going to head home after work and pick up a few things for the rest of the week. Then I’ll be back later in the evening.”

He kissed her gently. “Perfect. I’ll see you when you get here.”

“You call that a kiss?” she scoffed. She wanted a deeper, longer, and more involved kiss. “I want more.”

He graciously accommodated her. Pulling her against his firm body and fairly scorching her mouth with a tongue-twisting, decadent display, Zachary kissed her again. Tessa got much more than she bargained for this time and exactly what she wanted.

He pulled away after what seemed like an eternity. “I hope that was satisfactory because it’s all you get until tonight. I’ve got to go or I’ll be late.”

Tessa walked him to the door. She readied herself quickly, dressed in the clothes Zachary had washed for her, and headed downstairs to the coffee kiosk with their room key burning a hole in her pocket. She already looked forward to tonight.

* * * *

After a long day making coffee for seemingly every resident of the entire state of
Colorado
, Tessa carried her weary soul home. She packed a bag with her extra uniform and enough under things to last the rest of the week. Plus, she added some outfits. Perhaps they could all go out to a restaurant for a meal or to a bar to drink and dance. She would suggest it once she got back to the room tonight. Without a doubt, they wanted to please her, and she knew if she merely crooked her finger, they’d let her do whatever she wanted in or out of the bedroom.

Tessa walked out to put her bag in her car, then cursed as she noted that her father’s car was parked at the curb. She didn’t want to talk to him. The anxious rush of feelings from staying with her men faded and died as her father stepped from his vehicle.

“We need have a talk, Tessa.” He walked slowly over to where she stood rooted to the ground, unsure whether to make a dash for the car or run back and hide in the house to avoid the conversation he wanted to thrust upon her.

“If you’re here to persuade me to consider Arthur again, you’re wasting your breath.”

“Why do you hate him so much? He’s a good man. I’ve trained him in every facet of my various businesses. He’s ready to take over the reins of my legacy once I retire.”

“Well, then I hope the two of you will be very happy together, but I’m not interested in a man who is cruel and only interested in me as a quick conduit to my father’s business riches.”

“How is he cruel? Isn’t that sort of the pot calling the kettle black? Because you have not been very nice to him, either. And I’ve never witnessed him be anything but kind and generous with you.”

“That’s because he’s all flowers and sunshine in your presence, but behind your back and alone with me, he acts differently. He doesn’t like the things that are important to me. He doesn’t care about what I want.”