The Sextet Presents... Playing in the Raine [A Toy Story] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (3 page)

Rafe shook his head and smiled—that perfect, no-one-can-resist-me smile. Damn, if Matt’s cock didn’t stand up and take notice. “I’m trying to eat. No smiling. Wait until we’re in bed to turn on the charm.”

“You’re such a fucking slut.” Rafe’s laugh made him grin.

“Yeah, so?”

“Just saying, not complaining. You said the hiking chick e-mailed Vince? Does she want to meet him?”

Matt nodded and poked another bite. “Art museum. Thursday or Saturday.”

“You’re tomorrow, I’m Wednesday, and Vince is either Thursday or Saturday. I can’t imagine that we’ll get lucky enough to find the right woman on the first try.”

“Geez, don’t say that. I haven’t gotten any more new e-mails related to the ad. Our only option is to try to find the redhead if PlayingInTheRaine falls through. I think Vin would rather have her anyway.” Shoveling in the last bite, Matt carried his plate to the sink and rinsed it. “Hell, I wouldn’t mind having her, either. Did you see her lips? Full, perfectly shaped, made for sucking cock.”

“Matty, you’re giving me testosterone poisoning. Can’t you think about anything besides sex? We’re looking for a relationship, not some casual one-night stand.” Rafe stood, stretching his arms over his head. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

He was right. They needed a woman who wanted to be with all three of them for the long haul. Sure, the fucking, sucking, and licking would be great, but she had to want to stay.

“Right behind you.” Matt followed Rafe through the living room to the master bedroom. “We’ll find someone.”

He said the words to convince himself as much as his lover.

Chapter 3

Shuffling past her work suits, Raine thumbed through hanger after hanger, searching for a casual yet sexy skirt to go with the bold green-and-black-print halter she’d chosen for her…date. Not really a date. Just a drink and some conversation.

She pulled a denim skirt from the rack, going for more casual than sexy. Matt didn’t seem to need any encouragement in that area, if his e-mails were anything to go by. Grabbing a pair of wedge sandals, she tossed the clothes on the bed and shrugged out of her sports bra, shorts, and underwear. She headed to the bathroom to take care of two absolute necessities before she got dressed for her evening out.

With the hot water turned on, she opened the package she’d left on the counter earlier, carefully reading the directions.
Fill the reservoir with warm water. Replace cap. Warning: Water will leak from product. Use only in waterproof areas.
Holding a finger in the running tap, she nodded. Close to body temperature. Warm enough. She unscrewed the lid, setting it aside while she filled the plastic tube. Cap back on, she stepped into the shower and flipped on a cool spray to rinse off the sweat from her workout.

After a quick wash, she focused on breaking in Ed. His length and girth met her expectations.
Now to see if he really expands and shoots his load like the genuine appendage.
She leaned into the pellets of water pulsing against her nipples, closing her eyes as tremors zipped from her breasts to her cunt. Moisture gathered between her legs, and she slipped the toy through her pussy lips, pressing it to her opening.

She eased Ed inside, inch by slow inch. Her muscles trembled at his invasion. He was bigger than any man she’d slept with in the last three, maybe five, years. Yowza, her G-spot liked this cock. It filled and stretched her, touching every sensitive nerve ending as she pushed deeper. Out, in, out, in. The smooth glide sent tiny ripples of pleasure through her clit while she rubbed over it with her finger. What she wouldn’t give to have Ed attached to a real man, a man who’d lick and suck her nipples as he pounded inside her.

Withdrawing more of him, she thrust him deep. Again. And again. Her muscles tightened around him, and he seemed to grow, getting harder with each thrust.

“Make me come! Come with me!” She fought to breathe as waves of orgasm crashed over her. Warmth flooded her pussy. “Oh, God, yes!”

Three more quick pumps. She cried out again, and another surge of warm wetness gushed into her. Spasms wracked her body. She reached for the wall to keep from collapsing. Sinking to the floor of the shower, she let the spray drip into her face as she pulled Ed from her still-quivering muscles. Maybe she
didn’t
need a man. Her new toy had given her more satisfaction than most of the men she’d ever screwed.

“Eddie, honey, you get a five-penis review.” And she didn’t have to worry about hooking up with boy toy number three tonight.

* * * *

Blowing out a gusty breath to calm his nerves, Matt opened the door of the restaurant and aimed for the bar. He checked his watch. On time, for about the second time in his entire life. He wasn’t about to jeopardize this opportunity to find his, Vin’s, and Rafe’s Ms. Right. If she was their one shot, he sure as hell didn’t want to ruin it by being late.

He scanned the tables and the stools lining the bar. Why? He had no idea what she looked like.
I’ll find you.
Her promise from the last e-mail seemed ridiculous. She didn’t know what he looked like, either.

Three more steps brought him to an empty seat at the counter.
Okay, come find me.

“You must be Matt.” A sultry voice next to his ear sent a shiver down his spine to his balls. “I’m Raine.”

“How did you know it was me?” He swiveled around to smile at her. Instead, he almost choked on his tongue.
The redhead. Vin’s going to have a fucking spontaneous orgasm.

“I came in the door about ten feet behind you. Guy enters the bar, scans the room like he’s looking for someone, then settles at the bar to wait. You’re right on time, too.” She wiggled onto the stool next to his, her long, bare legs drawing his gaze southward. “I like promptness.”

He’d managed to make a good first impression.
Eyes on her face. Don’t blow it by doing or saying something stupid.
“I wouldn’t have wanted you to think I wasn’t going to show up. Do you mind if I buy you a drink?”

Raine tried not to stare at Matt’s sexy, shoulder-length hair. She needed about two seconds to remember where she’d seen him before tonight.
The coffee shop
. He and his friends had been the polite trio to hold the door for her. Did he recognize her?

A drink
. “Let’s pay for our own drinks this time. If we decide to go out on a real date, I’ll let you buy me a drink.”

He nodded, that adorable mop of brown hair swinging with the movement. “Fair enough.”

“Sorry for the wait.” A bartender appeared on the other side of the counter. “What can I get for you?”

Matt gestured for her to go first.
Wow, prompt and still polite.

“I’d like a glass of sangria, please.” She pulled her wallet from her purse, handing her ID and credit card to the barkeep.

“I’ll have a beer. Whatever you have on tap is fine.” Copying her actions, Matt slid his driver’s license and a ten across the bar as he turned to face her. “Want to get a table?”

Want to get a room?
Damn. Ed might be awesome, but he wasn’t a real man, and she’d gone far too long relying on her box of battery-powered playthings.
I am
not
having sex with a near stranger tonight.
Maybe if she repeated it enough, she’d follow her own advice. “A table would be great.”

A couple minutes later, they walked with their drinks to an empty table in the far corner of the room. Matt held the chair for her before sitting adjacent to her. Had she ever dated a man with old-fashioned manners?
Not in the last decade, if ever.

“Thanks.” She sipped her sangria, letting the cool, fruity flavor relax the nervous tension in her neck. “You didn’t say much about yourself in your e-mails. Tell me what you do for work, for fun.”

He tucked a hank of hair behind his ear and took a swallow of his beer. “Work? Well, I enjoy it so much I hate to call it work. I’m a painter. I’ll be graduating with a master’s degree next week, and I have my first big art show next month. It’s a collection of romantic, impressionistic, and pre-Raphaelite oil paintings. Kind of an eclectic mix, I know, but every human body reveals something different about the person inside. I match the style and technique to the model.”

Ah.
Now she understood his reference to posing naked. He was a sensualist, in art and in life. “Whether we connect or not, I’d love to attend your showing. As someone who can hardly draw a stick figure, I appreciate the skill of a true artist. Collier and Rodin are my favorites.”

His eyes sparkled, making her tummy flip-flop. “You have much broader horizons than the average person. For fun, I like to play in the rain.”

She couldn’t stop her sudden burst of laughter. “And knock people over with your subtlety. You have to be the most unpretentious man I’ve ever met.”

He grinned. “What you see is what you get. What does the beautiful Raine do for work and play?”

“I work for the state as a civil engineer. I’m also on the town’s planning commission. For fun, I visit the art museum, hike in the woods, and go to the symphony. Sometimes, I stay at home and play with my toys.” She’d spent way too many nights and weekends playing with her box of toys by herself recently.

His eyebrows rose. “An engineer. Cool. Toys? What kind of toys?”

A waiter stepped up to the table, offering menus. “Would you care to order an appetizer or dinner to go with your drinks this evening?”

Saved
. Like she could tell him about her box of sexual accessories. Not this soon, anyway. “I’ll have the grilled fruit kabobs. Matt?”

He looked up at the waiter. “Do you still have the spinach dip and flatbread?”

“Yes, sir. Would you care for anything else? Another sangria or beer?”

“I’m fine. How about you, Raine?”

She smiled at his courteousness. “I’m fine too.”

By nine thirty, Raine knew without a doubt that she wanted to see him again. He hadn’t asked her age and didn’t seem to care. His focus had been on her and only her. Why had she ever been attracted to someone like Gil? Matt was interesting, intelligent, playful. Everything she needed in a man.

Walking her to the parking lot, he slipped his fingers through hers. “I had a great time. Are you free Friday night?”

His touch sent tingles up her arm and straight to her greedy clit.
Anticipation will make the first time better. I. Am not. Having sex. With him. Tonight.
“Sure. What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, you really don’t want to know.” He laughed, tugging her closer. Then he leaned in to kiss her, a light caress of his lips against hers.

Mmm.

“You’re a special lady, Raine. How about if we play a round of miniature golf and get ice cream? My treat.”

How long since she’d done something fun like that? Long enough ago that she didn’t remember. “Sounds perfect. I enjoyed getting to know you tonight.”

They stopped at her car, Matt pulling her into a hug and nuzzling her neck. “Do you want me to pick you up, or would you rather meet there?”

Was that an erection pressing into her hip? Shivers raced over her skin. “Let’s meet. A girl can’t be too careful, you know.” She traced a line down the middle of his back to his belt and nipped at his earlobe. “Seven o’clock?”

“Mmm. Seven’s fine.” He stepped back. “I better go before things get crazy.” His eyes sparkled in the brightness of the security light. He took another backward step and smiled. “See you Friday, Raine.”

Her hormones screamed at her to grab him, but she managed to exercise some self-control. “See you Friday, Matt.”

The seven-minute drive home was too freaking long. As soon as she closed the front door of her house, she started stripping off her clothes. In the bedroom, she dragged her toy box out from under the bed. The butterfly was strapped in place and buzzing away at her pussy within seconds. She cupped her breasts in her hands, rubbing her thumbs across her rigid nipples as the vibrations between her thighs brought her nearer to relief. Closing her eyes, she imagined Matt’s tongue flicking her aching clit as she lay on the bed.

“I want to fuck you, Matt. I want your hard cock inside me. Right there! Don’t stop!” Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, sending her reeling. She arched, and her muscles contracted, the spasms rolling through her. Aftershocks continued to shake her to the core. Finally, her body calmed, going slack in sated exhaustion.