Unbridled and Untethered [The Double Rider Men's Club 10] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

He made another mental note to simply follow up and ensure she wasn’t bothered again. The local police might have gotten some prejudiced information. The rich, arrogant prick who’d locked her in a closet for two days deserved what he got, in Clay’s opinion. He was lucky she hadn’t shot him in the nut sac, shoved him in the closet prison she’d already endured, and barred the door before running away.

Instead, they’d struggled for the gun after he opened the door to the closet, and he’d shot himself in the shoulder during the altercation. Naturally, he blamed
her
for the shooting. His family had enough clout to railroad her into an idiotic prosecution.

Besides, all accounts of that incident had been vetted though the foolish trial she’d been subjected to. Her defense lawyer might as well have not showed up for all the good he did.

If it hadn’t been for the shithead rich boy testifying in court as to his motive, intention, and actions for locking her in the closet, the outcome for her freedom might have been disastrous. The judge had thrown the case out with a severe admonishment to the prosecutor.

Her lawyer, who’d been a complete joke in the way of representation, should have gotten the case thrown out before the trial started. The judge hadn’t been too happy with him either.

In fact, Clay noted, he was currently in the process of being disbarred for some shady dealings that hadn’t yet been revealed in the public domain. He wouldn’t be practicing for much longer. And that was a great windfall for the public in general.

The phone rang all of a sudden and pulled Clay from a vendetta scenario he
wouldn’t
be able to instigate anyway.

“Yes.”

“Hey, it’s Jake. I wondered if you’d found any information for me.”

Clay smiled. “Not quite yet, but I’m working on it. I have a friend from Treasury checking with someone to possibly obtain a list of transactions from the bank for the day in question, but he’s been recently injured. Unfortunately, it will slow down the process.”

“That’s okay. I’ll be grateful for anything you can get me.”

“As soon as he’s recuperated, I’ll check with him.”

“Thanks, Clay. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” Clay cleared his throat and changed the subject. “I was wondering if you wanted to come down to Ryder sometime soon and get a drink or dinner. We should catch up. It’s been too long.”

“Great idea. You’re the all-encompassing security for a private men’s club down there, right?”

“Yes. It’s called the Double Rider Men’s Club.” Clay let the words sink in.

There was a pause at the end of the line. “Really? That’s a very interesting name for a men’s club.” And Jake sounded
very
interested. “We’re not talking about horses here, are we?”

“Nope.”

“How about I come down this weekend? I have some time off coming. Will that work?”

Perfect
. There was an informal show at the Stadium this coming Saturday night. He and Jake could watch the ménage sex show from his private box. Then his old friend could fully understand the benefits of membership. “Yes. I’ll introduce you around at the club and we can take in a show. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great. I’ll look forward to it.”

“You can bunk with me. It’s nothing fancy, but as I recall, we stayed in worse places back when we were rowdy youngsters.”

“That will be fine. Thanks, Clay. See you soon.”

“Yep.” Clay rattled the phone back in the cradle.

Memories of that night with Jake so many years ago flooded his mind. He quelled the excitement racing through his body as he recalled their first foray into the reality of an unexpected ménage lifestyle. They’d been drinking. Naturally. They’d been young, on top of the world, in the best shape of their lives, and out searching for pussy exactly like horny men often do given the freedom to pursue it.

The better part of half a six-pack’s worth of beer already coursing through both their systems, he remembered watching his friend staring at a particularly gorgeous young thing. Clay also had his eye on her for a possible hookup and wondered if they’d have to arm wrestle for her. His mind had briefly ventured into a fantasy place he’d never shared with anyone but discarded the notion he wouldn’t say out loud.

The curvy, luscious, dark-haired girl across the room he’d been lusting after since they arrived danced with seemingly wild abandon behind the bars of a pseudo cage in the seedy nightclub. She wore a microscopic bikini that looked like it might jiggle off at any second.

Jake had suddenly said something unexpected that changed everything. He nodded once in the direction of the girl in the cage. “Think we could talk that curvaceous vision of sexy girl into letting both of us fuck her at the same time?”

Clay’s mouth had dropped open in surprise. He’d swiveled his barstool to face Jake. “How’d you know that’s
exactly
what I was thinking just then?”

Jake’s lopsided grin slid into place. He’d shrugged. “Maybe I’ve seen your porn collection.”

“I don’t have a collection. Can’t afford one yet.” His heart started thumping hard in his chest at his friend’s suggestion. It was a mirror image of his previously discarded fantasy.

Jake stared at the girl again. “Maybe I just sensed that we have similar tastes in the bedroom.”

“Whatever the reason, my answer is yes. And in answer to your initial question, I believe we should at least attempt to talk her into it.”

“And if she declines?” Jake turned and asked.

“Then we keep looking for the right girl.”

Jake grinned and took another long sip of beer, draining the bottle. He winked, slid off the barstool, and approached the girl on her next break.

She said yes.

Clay’s very first venture into the very satisfying practice of threesome sex had happened less than an hour later. The room had sported two mirrored walls and a mirrored ceiling as an added bonus for watching themselves with the dark-haired girl from the cage.

He dearly hoped that Jake still liked the same pleasures. He’d probably researched him already. His friend was a good investigator. He knew about the Double Rider Men’s Club now. Clay figured he’d find out whatever he could before arriving next week.

Exuberant at the thought of re-creating that night with Jake, Clay briefly considered his tragic past. He pondered it for a few minutes and then allowed the bulk of sadness in his heart to release and flow away.

He’d loved fiercely and lost suddenly. But that had been quite a long time ago.

Clay had mourned for years. While the pain had nearly consumed him once upon a time, he’d survived. Larissa and Mark wouldn’t have wanted him to curl up and die alongside them in that accident. Survivor’s guilt had gnawed at his soul for long enough. It was well past time to move on.

Finding Jake after all this time had to be the huge neon sign from the universe that he could allow himself some happiness in his life once again.

The coming weekend heralded his new, optimistic outlook on life and possibly finding love once more.

* * * *

After a year of no particular daily routine, Emma Rae found herself smack-dab in the middle of a rigid schedule. And she liked it. She was on her way to pick up Luke so they could visit the hospital, and Zeke, together.

For the past two weeks since the bank robbery, she’d spent her days with Zeke in the hospital, reading to him, talking to him, and learning about his life with Luke.

Listening to Zeke describe their unique lifestyle, Emma Rae discovered surprisingly that it was a life she wanted very much to be a part of. He didn’t ever mention any previous women in more than general terms. Just that they’d both tried to make a couple of previous relationships work but that they hadn’t.

Emma Rae wanted to be the exception to their past experiences. She more than anyone else understood about bad relationships that ultimately ended poorly. She desperately wanted their budding affair to end well. She wanted to try a future with them.

When visiting hours were over, she’d quickly take care of whatever work she had to do at home. Each evening, she’d drive out to their ranch and have a nice, quiet dinner with Luke. He never failed to present her flowers. A nice touch of romance she’d never experienced before and hadn’t expected from a rough-around-the-edges cowboy like him. She’d tell him about her day with Zeke. They’d rehash whatever topic they’d discussed that day. Luke’s often different account of events than what she recited from Zeke’s perspective had them laughing until her stomach ached.

Never in her life had she enjoyed simply talking to men about so many varied topics without fear of offending or, worse, sharing her opinion and being cut down for actually having one.

Luke took several evenings and taught her to handle a gun and to shoot it. She wasn’t as skillful as he was, but she didn’t shake like a heroin addict needing a fix any longer either. She especially loved it when Luke stood behind her, plastered to her body, and helped her aim.

At first he’d brought a whole new level of tremors to her frame. But she wanted to learn, and he seemed very happy to help her out.

That Luke and Zeke cared about each other was obvious. In each other’s company or out, they kidded and joked about almost everything. Most nights she spent with Luke in his enormous bed, although after that first night together, she hadn’t wanted to pursue a further sexual relationship until Zeke was healthy enough to join them.

Luke told her he had absolutely no problem waiting. But these past weeks pressed in on her and, in fact, Emma Rae was the one with the problem stopping if they began any kind of intimacy.

It often started with merely a brief kiss that soon morphed into a lip-lock gone wild and ended with her straddled across his lap grinding her crotch over his cock, trying to find the ultimate pleasure. She then tried to suck his tongue down her throat on a subliminal mission to make them both come without getting undressed.

She never slowed them down until Luke eventually pulled her away from him, stopped them, caught his breath, and said, “Pull your pants down and let me finish you. Three strokes of my tongue against your clit and we’ll both be relieved.” Emma Rae would surface from the haze of her lusty addiction and roll away, breathing hard. “Not yet. I can wait. I’m so sorry for letting things go this far.”

“I don’t think I’m sorry,” he’d always say and then laugh with an agonized tone. “One of these days, we’re both going to implode.”

Luke always had to be the one to put the brakes on each night. Even though Zeke told them to please fuck like bunnies in his absence. He promised that he’d make up time once he was out of the hospital.

During her visits, Zeke frequently pulled her close, and kissed the shell of her ear before whispering about all the decadent things he planned to do to her once he was free from his hospital bed. He recited quite a long list of items in his detailed plan to seduce her once he was healed enough and sent home.

She told him he’d have to be careful. He said that he didn’t care if he ripped every one of his stitches, he planned to have her screaming the wallpaper loose on his first night home.

Emma Rae didn’t plan to let him reopen any wounds, but she was anxious for his release.
Pun intended
. Three long days from today and he would be back home as long as there weren’t any complications.

Last night, after leaving the hospital, she’d gone home to take care of a few things that had piled up in her life. The daily trips to the hospital and nights in Luke’s bed trying not to jump his bones had sidetracked her from her loose and easy former routine. But she enjoyed the distraction and looked forward to the decadent-sex-with-two-men lifestyle they had planned for her.

The anticipation had driven her to new levels of lust. Instead of nightmares, each night her dreams were filled with sex here, sex there, and more sex pretty much everywhere.

Emma Rae drove into the ranch entrance and sped to the house. Luke had asked for a ride to the hospital this morning. They didn’t often get there together, as he had responsibilities at the ranch early in the day. But he’d left her a text early this morning to stop by on her way so they could go to the hospital together.

She parked, exited her car quickly, and bounded up the stairs to the front porch. Her fervent knock yielded a fast response. Luke opened the door wide and grabbed her around the waist and yanked her inside. His lips landed on hers a millisecond later. Her legs wrapped around his middle as if he wore a magnetic belt.

The sincere lust-filled ache she’d been living with exceeded normal bounds this morning. Three days seemed like forever. She actually whimpered and tightened her legs around him harder. His cock, already stiff, pushed solidly into the open space between her legs. She could likely rub up and down less than a handful of times to get off, but she resisted the urge. Zeke waited. She could wait.

Currently, Luke didn’t seem to want to wait. She didn’t think she had the willpower to fight off his ardent overtures.

Before she could stop him, Luke kicked the front door shut, tightened his arms around her back, and carried her on a familiar path to his bedroom.