Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Untangled [The Double Rider Men's Club 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (24 page)

“Want to try it now?” He turned the vibration off.

Olivia trembled with a sudden need. Even after three orgasms, she wanted it. “Yes.”

Already on her back, Olivia pushed the sheets down to reveal herself, lifted her knees, and opened her legs wide.

Wade slathered a bit of lube over the device. He pushed the tip of the lifelike cock between her thighs. The tip brushed her pussy lips. It was surprisingly warm. Perhaps that was another feature of the device.

Dalton continued to tease her clit. Wade inserted the dildo into her pussy slowly. Once it was fully inserted, he turned the vibration back on.

Olivia moaned. “Ohmigod.” The sensation was deliriously different and exciting and wicked. And she loved it. Olivia arched her back, readying herself for the intense vibrating orgasm about to rock her world.

Dalton sped his strokes to her clit and bent his head to suck and nibble on one nipple. Wade pushed and pulled the vibrating dildo in and out of her slick pussy gaining speed with each stroke.

Olivia climaxed in a rush so powerful her lips went numb before the ripples of the wondrous pleasure came to an end.

Dalton and Wade took turns kissing her mouth as she drifted down from the unexpected release.

“I can’t believe I came again,” she panted and tried to remember how to breathe normally again.

Dalton kissed her cheek. “So that’s a
yes
to sex toys, then?”

She laughed. “Only if you want to extract that all important fourth orgasm from me.”

“Duly noted.”

She drifted to sleep in mere seconds soon dreaming of a perfect unbridled life with Dalton and Wade.

Hours later, she woke sandwiched between her two men, warm, satiated, and satisfied times four. They ordered room service, dined half naked, and talked about plans for the future.

“I will include a headquarters move in my strategy going forward. Wade was right when he said I can run my company from anywhere. I just need to install and implement the modernization of the business first.”

Wade asked, “What’s the holdup?”

“The good old boys club on the board of directors headed by my own grandfather.”

Dalton said, “I’ve met your grandfather. He’s a tough old dude.”

“That he is.” She took a sip of coffee from the cup in her hand. “But they simply cannot ignore the facts I presented. I left the detailed information with my grandfather, and he promised to reconsider the merits of my plans.”

“What happens if they don’t?”

She shrugged. “Then I guess I’m fired.”

Dalton shook his head. “They won’t fire you. Even I know that would be a foolish mistake. And if they are so unwise, then take your résumé and plans to your biggest rival. I’ll bet they’d hire you in a New York minute.”

She nodded absently.
Do I want to stay in New York?
“If I wanted to remain in the East, anyway.”

Wade stroked a hand gently down her arm. “True. And I’m sure there are businesses in Colorado that also need your brand of exuberant business sense.”

“Maybe I’ll just start up my own company.”

“Also a possibility,” Dalton said with a nod. “I can see the headline now. Olivia Stanton, formerly of New York, makes Colorado her new home. When asked about her career plans, Ms. Stanton has decided to break ground in Ryder on her new business where she plans to take over the world in less than a year.”

Olivia laughed. “I can see that headline so easily.”

Her cell phone rang suddenly. She put her cup down and crossed the room to her purse, answering on the final ring. A glance at the screen told her it was her grandfather.

“Hello.”

“I heard you took the day off rather suddenly. Is anything wrong?”

“No. Everything is right. What’s up with you?” She walked into one of the bedrooms for some privacy in case this call turned into a screaming match like their last fight.

“I wanted to set a meeting for tomorrow to discuss the plans you left with me regarding the updating of our holdings. Would two o’clock be acceptable?”

“I don’t have my calendar in front of me, but that sounds great.”

“Good,” he said. “I’ll have my secretary confirm with yours.”

“Fine.” Olivia hoped he might give her a hint about what he wanted to say, but as usual he was tight lipped.

“One other thing. You left Margaret Rourke’s party rather suddenly. I know her grandson was looking for you. What happened?”

“I was feeling ill, so I went home to get some rest.” Not a complete lie. She’d been sick, all right. Sick at heart.

“You’ve been working too hard.”

“It takes hard work to run a business. You taught me that.”

“Yes. Well, perhaps I should have included other lessons, too.” There was a voice coming from her grandfather’s side of the phone that interrupted him. “I have to go take care of something,” he added. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she said. Good or bad, do or die, tomorrow’s conversation would likely decide her ultimate future.

* * * *

Olivia entered the Stanton Industries building the next morning bright and early. Having repeated rounds of sexual pleasure yesterday and last evening had definitely charged her batteries up for today. She had a light morning and then the meeting with her grandfather in the afternoon. She looked forward to a quiet day.

The moment she stepped foot off the elevator, she knew something was amiss. The receptionist went still and frowned. She heard raised voices from the hall on the left leading to her grandfather’s and Bradford’s offices.

She could see the partially opened guest closet with several coats hanging inside. What was going on? Had there been a meeting change?

“Hi, Lydia,” she said to the receptionist. “What’s going on? Was there a meeting called?”

Lydia’s first expression was one of panic-stricken desperation. She took a breath and glanced down the hall where several voices could be heard in what sounded like serious discussion.

“Mr. Stanton called an early-morning special meeting.”

“My grandfather?”

She shook her head. “No. Mr. Bradford. He had some out-of-town guests brought in for today’s meeting.”

A distinct voice was raised down the hall as if a very lively discussion was taking place in her absence. Unfortunately for her, she recognized the voice as one of the financial backers she’d acquired for her modernization plan.

Olivia’s heart clenched, and her stomach fell almost to her feet. This had the potential to be very bad. “And was I not placed on the attendee list for this impromptu meeting?”

Lydia shook her head. “No, ma’am. You
are
on the list. But Mr. Bradford didn’t expect you until later in the morning.”

“What about my grandfather? Is he in there?”

“I don’t think so. At least not yet.”

“Well, I guess I better get down there.” Olivia turned to gather her courage and face this situation—whatever it was—head on. Lydia leaned forward as if to pick up the phone. Olivia turned back. “Lydia, if you pick up that phone and warn him, I’m going to make your life miserable.”

She leaned back in her office chair and crossed her arms. Clearly, her loyalties were suspect, if not already divided, and against Olivia’s cause.

Quickly covering the length of the hall with powerful, angry strides, Olivia breezed into the conference room.

Standing at the head of the conference table, dressed in an expensive suit, Bradford looked very shocked at her appearance.

Good
.

“Hello, gentlemen. Sorry to be a bit late. I thought this meeting was planned for later on this morning.”
Surprise, I’m early, you bastards. Now what’s going on?

Bradford pursed his lips and looked sideways at one of her financial backers. In fact, all three of the men she’d negotiated with in order to modernize the company were here.

“I thought you said she was fired, Bradford,” one of them said as if she wasn’t in the room listening to him.

“You thought wrong. I’m still in charge of this company. Bradford, what’s going on here? What do you think you’re doing?”

Bradford looked like he had a hangover the size of Texas bouncing painfully in his head. The pale, drawn face, the red-rimmed eyes, and his overall shaky appearance suggested he was not at his peak. Although, his
peak
wasn’t very high anyway.

“I’m doing what needs to be done for this company.”

“And what is that, siphoning off my investors so you can squander their money on your own personal scheme to acquire your version of lifestyles of the rich and stupid?”

“The investors are working for me now, Olivia. I had planned to call you in later in the morning, once you’d arrived, to inform you of the changes.”

Olivia searched out and looked at each of the investors. “He doesn’t even have the authority to change his mind in our family company, let alone an established negotiation. I don’t know what he said to draw you here, but he isn’t in charge.”

“Grandfather put me in charge. He’s going to tell you this afternoon about your new role.”

“I signed papers to be the CEO. Just because you covet it, Bradford, doesn’t mean you can take it away by wishful thinking.”

“A formality. You’re out as of the end of today.”

“Well, if I’m still in charge, then I’d like to discuss moving forward with my plans for modernization today.”

The Texas investor cleared his throat. “Bradford promised each of us a twenty percent share in the company. Unless you plan to do better, I’m sticking with him.”

Olivia cleared her throat. She glared at Bradford. “Twenty percent share to three new investors would give them a controlling interest in the company. I
know
Grandfather didn’t agree to that.”

Bradford had a smug smile dancing across his chapped lips. He shrugged. “Details. Details. Ones I’m not prepared to discuss with you right now, cousin.”

“I’m still in charge of this company,
cousin
.”

“At least until the noon board meeting,” one of the investors muttered under his breath.

Bradford turned a glaring, fierce look at the mumbling man. “Shut up, or you’ll ruin this for all of us.”

Noon?

“And what board meeting is that?” she asked.

“Nothing for you to worry about. Why don’t you run along to your office and make some more plans to decorate?” Bradford’s gaze darted around the room as if he had too many people to keep his eye on.

“Decorate? Are you drunk?” He probably was smashed, or wished he was.

Behind her, her grandfather came in. “What is all the shouting about in here?”

Bradford looked strangely happy at her grandfather’s appearance in the room. That also didn’t bode well for her.

“Did
you
know there was a board meeting today?” Olivia asked.

Her grandfather’s eyebrows furrowed. “No. Who called it?”