Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Untangled [The Double Rider Men's Club 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

“You look amazing.”

“Thanks.”

“I loved the blue dress you wore when we first met, but this one is even better.”

“I bet it will hit the floor just as fast as the blue dress once we’re all alone together, though, right?” Olivia wore a very revealing spaghetti strapped dress with shimmering beads sewn into the bodice. Trails of beads also dripped artfully down the full-length skirt.

Wade gave her a deviously boyish grin. “Maybe. Maybe not. We’ll see.”

From a few feet away a man’s voice called out, “Wade.”

Wade turned and nodded to his friend. The guy motioned him over. “Be right back,” he said, and kissed her on the cheek.

Alone with Dalton, she remembered the lusty little interlude earlier in the afternoon. The memory made heat come to her face. It also made her pussy gush in a very satisfying and desire-filled memory. She couldn’t wait for the grand finale double-penetration sex tonight. But the more she thought about it the more she decided she’d enjoy tonight’s experience so much more if no one else watched her this first time. It wasn’t about fear. It was something else.

Dalton leaned in and distracted her wayward thoughts. He kissed the back of her neck and sent a tingling shiver down her spine. “I vow to peel this dress off of you very slowly, love.”

“I’ll look forward to that.” Olivia took a cooling sip of champagne.

“The color of the fabric matches your skin tone so closely that it’s almost as if you’re wearing nothing at all.” Dalton skimmed his free hand down her side, smoothing the soft fabric over one hip.

She glanced down at the champagne-colored dress. “Oh, it’s not that bad. The sparkly beads are strategically placed.”

One of his shoulders lifted slightly. “You’re right, it’s not that bad. It is, in fact, vastly appealing.”

“I’m so glad you like it.”

“Did you have to spend a year’s worth of salary on it?”

Olivia shot him a sideways glance. Was he a fashion expert? “No. Not a year’s salary. But admittedly, it wasn’t cheap.” She’d spent far too much on this latest designer creation, but she liked it, and didn’t often indulge in expensive dresses.

The rich pieces in her wardrobe were usually only necessary for glad-handing at charity events to extract money from the wealthy friends of her family. The irony of those situations was not lost on her, but she was expected to present a certain facade. Her grandfather demanded it. Perhaps when she was in charge, she’d change things. Either way, she’d planned to also wear this dress to a function at home. And she would spend the night thinking about its debut here at the DRMC.

“Well, it’s an amazing dress.”

“Thank you. I look forward to tonight and taking it off.”

Dalton released her elbow and stepped in front of her. His serious gaze drilled a hole very nearly to her soul. “Do you really look forward to tonight, or are you just saying that?”

Olivia swallowed hard and stared back with equal intent. “Of course I’m looking forward to tonight. The truth is it’s all I can do not to push you to the floor and have my wicked way with you right this instant.”

His gaze never wavered from her eyes. His mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something but hadn’t figured out the proper words to use.

“I wanted you to know that this afternoon was—” He stopped talking abruptly, as if he couldn’t quite think of the right words to complete the thought. “Unexpected. It was very powerful for me,” he finally said. “I wanted to ensure you were not bothered by what transpired.”

Olivia smiled and gazed up into his serious stare. “It was powerful for me, too, Dalton. Thank you for allowing me a safe place to try out a personal fantasy.”

His eyes closed briefly as if in relief, and their intense gaze was broken. “Trust me when I say it was entirely my pleasure.”

The uneasy expression shaping his face said he still had lingering doubts about how much she’d enjoyed the afternoon spent in their unfinished house being commanded sexually.

Olivia reached out and stroked her palm along the hard, angular planes of his face. She leaned in, caught his gaze again and whispered. “The truth is, I can’t stop thinking about what happened earlier. I hear your voice saying the words, ‘suck me, now’ in my mind, and my pussy gushes immediately. I’m so wet right now, it’s a wonder I don’t leave puddles behind me when I move.”

He laughed and true relief crossed his features. “Let me know when you’re ready to head for our private box and we’ll go.”

Before she had time to even take a step in any direction, a waiter with a single glass of champagne on his tray tripped over the corner of the area rug. The tray lurched in her direction.

The one remaining champagne flute tipped over on its side before the waiter could stop it or prevent it. The entire contents shot out of the narrow-rimmed glass. Icy, golden fluid suddenly drenched her bare arm from shoulder to elbow, making her flinch even though she’d seen it coming.

Olivia swiveled her hips away from the falling drips of champagne rolling off of her arm and only a few drops landed on the skirt of her dress. Once it dried the color of the dress would more than likely hide the stains.

The waiter’s horrified expression startled her as much as the cold drink now dripping off her fingertips.

“I’m so very sorry, ma’am. Did it get on your dress? I hope it didn’t get on your dress.” He whipped out a towel from his jacket pocket and dabbed the soft white cloth repeatedly down her arm. “I promise to pay for any cleaning needed to restore it.”

Olivia took the cloth from him gently and said, “Please don’t worry about it. It mostly landed on my arm. I’ll be fine. I wore this color on purpose. It’s very practical for champagne parties.” She smiled, but the waiter just looked like his life was about to be over.

Dalton took the wet cloth from her once she’d finished wiping her arm and handed it back to the waiter.

The fretful man still didn’t seem convinced he was off the hook. “Are you sure, ma’am? I’m happy to pay for it. I tripped on something…” He trailed off and glanced over one shoulder as if to figure out how he’d stumbled in the first place.

Olivia shook her head at the poor distraught man, feeling the need to console him. “I promise you, it’s fine.” She patted him on the arm and he finally moved away. The buzz of conversation, which had stopped the minute champagne hit her skin, soon resumed around them. She had been to more than one soiree at home where clumsy waiters and waitresses didn’t last long with the rich and powerful set. But she wasn’t like that. Accidents happened. She hoped no one here was about to dress down the waiter.

Dalton looked carefully at her dress again, from head to breast to toes. “Maybe we’ll have to get you out of that dress even more quickly than we thought.” His grin said he didn’t mind.

She laughed. “Please. Like that wasn’t your big plan the whole time anyway.”

Wade came over from talking to his friend and asked, “Are you okay? Do I need to go have a stern talk with the wait staff?”

“No. Leave that poor man alone. I’m fine.”

“Okay then, can I lick the rest of the champagne residue off your arm?”

“Maybe later when we get to your private box.” The thought of the Stadium and what would happen in her near future slid anxiously into her mind. Olivia went back to worrying about all the other members that might watch her having sex through the glass of the private box tonight. Could she do it? Why did it bother her so much to be seen? She was suddenly fidgety without a good reason to be.

“What’s wrong?” Dalton asked, breaking her worrisome reverie.

She shrugged. “Nothing really.”

“Must be something,” he insisted. “You seem uneasy.”

“Maybe I’m just overexcited. Maybe I need to burn off some energy.”

“I’d really love to help you with that.” Wade kissed her shoulder. His tongue darted out and licked downward a few inches before she pulled away.

“Let’s go to our private box. Are you ready?”

“We don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.” The sooner they went the faster she’d be forced to face her sudden fear of being watched.

“Well, the show doesn’t start for another half an hour, but I thought you might be more comfortable there.”

Olivia felt her eyes widen. Panic filled the core of her body. She didn’t think she’d be more comfortable there. Not yet. She needed more time. What was wrong with her?

“I can wait.”

Dalton looked at her quizzically for a moment and then asked, “Do I have to command you to go?”

She froze in place staring deeply into his intense, blue-eyed gaze. She started shaking her head before she spoke. “No. Not necessary.”

Olivia broke the stare and glanced around the room. She caught sight of Laurel across the room. She was currently wrapped around one of the men she’s spent time with this weekend. In fact, she was in a bear hug, and soulfully kissing one of her men.

Dalton turned and looked over to where she did. “Isn't that your cousin?” he murmured.

“Yes. Her name is Laurel. She’s the one who invited me here this year.”

“Remind me to find her later and thank her profusely.”

Olivia nodded. “Okay.”

“Please tell me why you’re upset. And don’t say you aren’t, because something is obviously bothering you. What is it, for God’s sake?”

She turned to face him, gazed deeply into his eyes, and blurted out, “I don’t want anyone to see into our box tonight when we have sex.”

He looked puzzled for a split second and then a half smile formed on his luscious lips. “Okay. That’s no problem. We’ll just keep it in privacy mode.”

“Really? I thought it was important. I thought you’d want to…” She stopped talking and threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

She kissed him with all the gratitude in her soul. Then she turned to Wade and kissed his lips hard and fast, too.

“All you had to do was say you didn’t want to be watched tonight,” Dalton whispered in her ear after sandwiching her between him and Wade.

“Yeah,” Wade agreed. “We want you to enjoy this, too.”

Olivia nodded. “I will enjoy it. I’ve been looking forward to it. And I know it’s silly. But for this first foray into the Stadium, I just want it to be the three of us.”

“Does that mean you’re ready to head there now?”

“Yes. I’m ready now. Thanks.”

Without another word, Dalton put his drink down, grabbed her elbow, and started leading her through the throngs of people.

Wade followed without comment. They ducked into a narrow hallway that led to an elevator. They were quickly whisked to a different floor. The elevator doors opened into another small foyer with a choice of only two sets of double doors. They went to the set on the left.

Once inside their private box, she walked directly to the huge, almost wall-sized, window and looked out and then down to see the stage below. It looked like they were on the second floor. The private room was more spacious than she expected.

Below on the circular stage was a beautiful boudoir setting. There was a large circular bed with what looked like lavender silk sheets and a padded, white, curved headboard. There were lots of shapes and sizes of silver, white, and lavender pillows strewn about on the bed and on the floor surrounding it.

An oversized padded, black bench seat rested at the opposite the headboard at the foot of the bed. The seat looked large enough to hold four comfortably. The bed could likely hold five or six people.