Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Untangled [The Double Rider Men's Club 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (20 page)

“No. I…I meant to call—”

Dalton cut her off. “You
meant
to call? Really? Because we thought you were reconsidering a life with us.” Each day they didn’t hear from her made them think she was reevaluating their lifestyle. They thought she might come back sooner rather than later. Dalton hated to admit to being so needy. But he knew Wade especially waited each and every day for a call from her.

The realization of her own lack of action seemed to be a true surprise. She shook her head once. “I started to call once, but—”

“But what? You couldn’t call because you had too many manicure appointments? Couldn’t pick up a phone while your hair was being swirled up into your tiara? Give me a break.” Even though he felt betrayed by her. Even though she’d made them want her. Even though she hadn’t bothered to respond to their overtures, he still wanted to bury his fingers in her hair and kiss her sweet mouth until she responded in turn.

Dalton turned away feeling like a chump. He wished he hadn’t already fallen in love with a woman who was obviously a figment of his own imagination. A woman who was sweet and generous and giving and perfect and…

Olivia grabbed his arm. “Wait.”

He pulled out of her grasp. “For what?” She looked like the woman from Colorado, but the deception of her current persona didn’t fool him. It did, however, make him still desire her desperately. He should back away and forget her.

“Please let me explain.”

The growing sound of voices approaching from down the hall made them both stop and stand still in place.

“Where were you going to take me to talk privately? Let’s go there. Please.”

Dalton pushed out a sigh. This was likely a mistake. He should just cut his losses, tell Wade to stop the flower deliveries, and simply move on with his sad, lonely life.

Instead, he motioned her to follow, not trusting himself to touch her at the moment. They went down a short hallway. Dalton peeked around the corner to ensure no one would see them and then headed to an unused butler’s pantry. She followed close on his heels.

He opened the large wooden door and guided her inside.

The small room had light which he flipped on the moment they were enclosed in the tight space. Along one side was a waist-high counter and above were empty, glass-paned wood cabinets. There was enough room on the floor for them to lie down, but he didn’t truly expect things to go that far or in that particular direction.

She looked around as if puzzled. “
This
is where you planned to take me to chat?”

“Sorry it’s not a gilded palace, your highness. I was after privacy, not perfection.”

The scent of her perfume was already driving him to distraction after only a couple minutes in this enclosed space. He pushed out a cleansing breath and asked quietly, “What do you want to say?”

“I wanted you to understand that I never meant to hurt you or Wade. I
did
intend to call, but I’ve been busy. The one time I barely dialed half of your phone number, someone barged into my office and interrupted. I took it as a sign that I shouldn’t pursue you.”

Her office
?
What office? Whatever.
Even though he didn’t usually care for the rich look she wore, he couldn’t deny that she looked fucking amazing in it. The upswept hairdo with the tiara was over the top and made him want to fuck her in a most desperate way. He swore he could smell her arousal, or maybe he just remembered it because of the dress she wore. When his cock stirred, he knew he shouldn’t have brought her to such a tightly cramped place. He wouldn’t be able to back up far enough to get away from her luscious scent.

“I thought I made it clear before I left Colorado what my intentions were.” She lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. “What did you expect from me?” she asked.

Several answers to her question came to mind, but none them made it across his lips. Instead, he grabbed her, tightened his arms around her, and kissed her hard on the lips.

Her tongue jammed into his mouth so fast to duel with his, Dalton growled, and the kiss went straight to volcanic intensity, as if they couldn’t quite kiss fast enough. His tongue looped over and around hers in a frenzy. He tried to lose himself in her kiss as he rememorized every inch of the inside of her mouth.

Olivia’s arms came around his neck and squeezed tight. Her head tilted to one side, and he got an even deeper taste. Before he realized what he was doing, he’d unzipped her dress and a strap slid off one shoulder. The passionate kiss continued until he thought he might never let her go.

Dalton’s cock came to full attention the moment their lips met. She was moaning and grinding her hips against his groin to the rhythm of their exuberant kiss.

He broke the kiss and trailed his mouth down her throat, across one collarbone, and down to the top of one breast. The dress fell away, revealing one pert-tipped nipple begging to be sucked. Dalton took the bud in his mouth and bit down on the tip lightly. Olivia’s muffled scream against his head didn’t even come close to making him halt or pause.

Her fingers were buried in his hair. He reached up and pulled both skinny dress straps from her shoulders. The slinky, champagne-tinted material pooled at her hips. He went to his knees and pulled the fabric off to circle her ankles. She wore light-pink silk panties. Those slid halfway down her thighs next.

Without looking up at her or asking permission, Dalton buried his face between her legs and licked her clit. “Ohmigod.” She backed against the counter and braced herself while he licked her and shoved his tongue as deeply as possible into her pussy.

Her breath came in gasps. He soon positioned her clit between his lips and didn’t stop sucking until she came with a shriek. He slid two fingers inside her warmth to feel her pussy squeezing them hard and fast. His cock throbbed with the need to fuck.

Dalton rose and plastered his mouth against hers. She reached below and fumbled with his fly. He helped her. Once his cock was in her hand, he extracted a condom from his wallet and put it on as she watched. She shimmied out of her panties and opened her legs. Dripping in diamonds, her expensive shoes and nothing else, Dalton moved forward and slammed his cock inside her pulsing, tight, slick pussy so hard and fast his eyes practically rolled back in his head with utter joy.

She arched her body into him the moment his cock was balls deep in her pussy. One of her legs circled his thigh. He grabbed both of her hips and started pumping his cock deep and hard. Nearly slamming her against the counter with each thrust, Dalton didn’t need long to find release. He glanced down at her bouncing breasts and saw his cock disappearing over and over into her hot, slick pussy. The sight drove him over the edge. He’d missed her. The shock of seeing her, even in this hated environment, made him realized how head over heels in love with her he was. Regardless of her vapid, elevated station in life, he couldn’t imagine a future without her in it.

He thrust one final time deeply and climaxed in a rush so satisfying, it was a wonder he didn’t pass out from it. He sagged against her hard. His elbow hit the counter. His mouth found her breast and sucked the tip between his lips for a postcoital suck. She tasted better than he remembered.

The pantry door opening on them all of a sudden truly dampened this unexpected makeup-sex-slash-reunion fuck.

Chapter Thirteen

Olivia opened her eyes, looked down her body, and saw the dress pooled on the floor again at the same time she noticed Dalton’s mouth clamped around her nipple. She was in a bit of shock.

She didn’t know whether to be stunned, excited, frightened, or all of the above. And when the knob turned and the door opened, she didn’t really have time for any emotion except fear of being caught. The thump of her heart banging against her chest put a cold, hard finger of terror in her mind.

Dalton’s lips released her nipple. He stood to full height and hitched his pants up. He turned quickly as the door opened wider. He hid Olivia behind his body as best he could while he quickly fastened his fly and faced the unwanted intruder.

Olivia didn’t even have time to retrieve her dress from the floor before a familiar figure darted into the closet.

Laurel held up a finger to her lips signaling them to be silent and turned to lock the deadbolt quietly into place. Olivia stood stark naked behind Dalton, trembling with the fear of discovery. The absurd question of why the butler’s pantry had a deadbolt on the inside circled in her brain with lunatic fervor. She would not ask. She pressed her lips together.

A short time later the knob rattled, but the deadlock held. They heard voices outside the door that sounded like security, but Olivia couldn’t be sure. They waited a solid five minutes before daring to speak or even move.

“Thanks for the save,” Olivia finally whispered. “That would have been an embarrassment I might not have recovered from.”

Dalton gave her a sour look, but didn’t say anything.

“You’re welcome,” Laurel said.

She asked, “How did you know we were in here?”

Laurel turned her back to them and faced the door so Olivia could get her dress back on. “I was in the drawing room when the two of you met unexpectedly. I watched and followed when you took Bradford to the taxi.”

“I didn’t even know you were coming to the party.”

“Well, I wasn’t exactly invited. So I crashed.”

Dalton glanced over his shoulder to watch her dress. Olivia got the straps up and turned her back for him to zip her up.

“You crashed my grandmother’s birthday party?” Dalton asked as if surprised. He pulled the zipper slowly up her back. His hands rested on her shoulder blades briefly before his arms dropped back to his sides.

“Yes. In fact, I believe security is looking for me to boot me out. I didn’t want them to find you two instead.”

“I appreciate what you did, but I don’t understand. Why weren’t you invited?” Dalton asked and turned to Olivia with question in his eyes.

“Didn’t Olivia tell you? I’m the wild child, black sheep that our family barely tolerates. Meanwhile, she’s the staid, proper favorite who is also the new CEO of the family’s huge, venerable business enterprises.”

Dalton turned to her with such shock in his features. “You’re the new CEO of your family’s business?”

“Yes. The important responsibilities I believe I mentioned a time or two.”

“I see.” Dalton’s whole bad-assed, angry persona faded away in that moment. He hadn’t known why she left. She guessed it made a difference that she wasn’t a drunken wastrel like Bradford or an insipid grasping partier like many in the earlier crowd surrounding his grandmother like ants on a sugar cube.

Dalton considered this a moment and then said, “Tell you what, if anyone gives you shit about being here, you tell them you’re with me, okay?”

Laurel grinned. “Really? Thanks.”

“Sure.”

She glanced over her shoulder and laughed. “So does this mean we can all come out of the closet now?”

“Only if it’s safe and no one is around to see us.” Olivia took a deep breath and with it came the delightful aroma of Dalton and sex. Could she really go attend the party smelling like she had just been fucking in the butler’s pantry? She looked down and saw her panties under the heel of Dalton’s shoe.

She bent over, pulled them free, and slipped them back on. Dalton smiled in a superior male way that said he wasn’t upset by anything that had just transpired.

Dalton, Laurel, and Olivia exited the pantry slowly. Dalton peeked out first to ensure the coast was clear. He marched down the hall to another door and stopped. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

Disappearing into the bathroom, Dalton left them alone. Olivia turned to Laurel and said in a low tone, “Did you know who Dalton was?”