Wedding Favors (23 page)

He set his silverware on his empty plate. “By the way, Maddie. I meant to tell you something last night before we got ... distracted.”

Madison refilled his cup, the aroma of the coffee curling pleasantly in his nose. “Tell me what?”

“The real reason Keith Girard wants to get his hands on this house. Apart from the fact that it’s on prime real estate.”

Madison filled her cup and Alexi’s and returned the pot to the counter. “Do we have to talk about him right now?”

“You’ll want to hear this. It’s funny.”

“Tell us,” Alexi said in mild tones. “It will be important.”

Thomas wasn’t sure what Alexi meant or whether the man also knew the truth. Thomas fixed his gaze on Madison as she sat down again and reached for her cup.

“Girard thinks there’s buried treasure in this house,” he said. “Legend says that Jean Lafitte was a close friend of your great-great-great-et-cetera-grandfather, Jacques Bouvier—some say the lover of your great-whatever-grandmother. Lafitte gave her a gift, the story goes, worth a hell of a lot, his personal possession, not pirate plunder. After the War of 1812 ended, Lafitte sailed off, never to be seen again. But the Bouviers kept the gift, handing it down through the women of the family, and the last to have her hands on it was your grandmother, Felice. People suppose that she brought it here when she married your grandfather. Not that people talk about it much anymore. Mostly the story’s been forgotten. But I found evidence that Girard has been looking up the legend, trying to find out everything he can about your family’s connection with Jean Lafitte, and where anything could be hidden in your house.”

Madison listened as Thomas talked, her cup hovering at her lips. When he finished, she set down her cup, tilted her head back, and laughed. “Keith believes that? What an idiot.”

“Story’s not true then?” Thomas asked.

“Oh, who knows? There’s a legend about Jean Lafitte in every old family—people swear their ancestors were best friends with him or that they know where he’s really buried or where he hid some of his booty.” She shook her head. “I always knew Keith was a moron. I should marry him and let him get his hands on the house just to make him look stupid.”

“No,” Thomas said abruptly.

“I was joking.”

“Damn right, you were.”

Madison gave him a look of surprise. “You’re high-handed this morning.”

“We’re not finished here,” Thomas said. “For another day and a night, you belong to me.”

Heat flared inside Madison, but she pretended his words didn’t affect her. “I only meant that Keith is stupid. My grandmother told me about Jean Lafitte’s ‘gift’ when I was a kid. I went all over this house looking for it. Other kids went to summer camp; I tapped on walls looking for secret compartments. The treasure doesn’t exist.”

Alexi smiled to himself. Yes, the old house hid its secrets well. He’d tell them all about it, in the fullness of time.

“Thomas is right,” Alexi said. “For this weekend, you’re ours, and I have many ideas about what to do with you.” He watched her eyes darken, desire stirring her blood. “Are you up to them, Madison?”

“After last night? Let’s see, you two tethered me to the bed, felt me up, ate me out, put a toy up my ass, and topped it off by fucking me together. I’m surprised I can walk this morning, but I feel pretty good.”

Alexi knew she did. His magic could do more than lock doors.

Madison made a wry face as she sipped her coffee. “But if any of your ideas involve a French maid’s uniform, count me out. Even worse, a cheerleader.”

Thomas laughed. Alexi pinned her with a black stare. “I have nothing like that in mind,” he said. “However, Thomas and I agreed that having you as our captive slave for the day might be fun.”

Madison ran her finger along the rim of her coffee cup, her pussy clenching in a pleasant way. “And what kind of things would that entail?”

“Anything we wanted,” Thomas said, letting his voice go dark. “Like you sucking us off, right now, while we sit here at the table.”

Madison shivered at his words, pleasantness giving way to hard excitement. “Lucky me,” she said faintly. “I’ve just had the floor cleaned.”

Alexi gave her a wicked look. “Then do it, slave. First him, then me.”

Madison went hot all over. She slid out of her chair and crawled under the table to where Thomas sat. He moved his chair back a little bit and spread his thighs. Madison worked his button and zipper open—liking that his cock tumbled free, unobstructed by underwear—and took him fully into her mouth.

Thomas groaned, pressing his palm to her head. She leaned in, loving the taste of him, smelling the soap from his shower, liking that nothing existed under this table but her and his penis.

Two penises. Thomas eased her off him and made her turn to see that Alexi had also opened his pants and was as hard as Thomas. Two cocks, one happy woman. She licked and sucked, loving her power, until both of them were coming. She drank them down, and laughed.

 

 

Madison
had always been of independent spirit, but she decided she liked Alexi’s game of captive slave. They made her do all kinds of things, like go down on them wherever and whenever they wanted her to. At one point Thomas demanded she strip down to everything but a pair of red satin panties, the only thing she was allowed to wear for several hours. They ate lunch like this, Madison mostly naked while they remained clothed, and then Thomas had Madison straddle him on his chair, making love so deep she screamed.

Later Thomas commanded that she put on one of her dresses with no underwear at all, and Madison again enjoyed the feel of cool linen against her skin without a barrier. That way, Thomas explained, when he wanted to taste her, all he had to do was lift her skirt and have at it, which he and Alexi proceeded to do—in the living room, the dining room, the kitchen, the back courtyard.

At times they didn’t do anything at all, and simply lounged in the living room, reading newspapers or books. In the warm afternoon, Madison gave them a tour of the house.

As Madison took them around, Thomas understood how much she loved the place. Pride and happiness flowed from her as she showed them the nursery where she’d spent her summers, the photos of her grandparents when they were young and madly in love. Madison greatly resembled her grandmother in the photos—put Madison in flapper clothing and an old-fashioned hat, and she would be the spitting image. Her grandmother had favored elegant and distinctive hats throughout the years, he saw, which was probably where Madison had developed her interest in them.

Thomas loved Madison’s willingness to play along with their sex games. She was having as much fun as they were, if the wicked glint in her eyes was anything to go by.

I
want to tell her
I
love her. But not now. Not with Alexi and
during these games. When it’s the two of us alone, no menage, no play, I’ll tell her. If she doesn’t love me back ... I’ll have to live with that.

Thomas knew he’d never simply “live with it.” He wanted Madison for the rest of his life.

But for now, he enjoyed making a slave of her. The best game was when they tied her to a porch post in the back courtyard after they stripped her of the dress. They tethered her facing them, hands over her head, and then he and Alexi licked her all over, trading places between her legs. They had her coming three times before they finally let her loose.

Alexi was good at this. He became the master, ordering Madison to perform various acts of pleasure on Thomas, promising punishment if she didn’t do it to his exact specifications. Thomas got to be the recipient of her sucking him off, her bending over the back of the couch so he could have access to her pussy and ass. Screwing her with a wand, then with his cock, in both entrances, made him crazy with excitement.

Madison did everything Alexi told her, though once, with a sly smile, she disobeyed, and squealed with joy when she had to be turned over Thomas’s knee for a spanking.

After that, Thomas took her on the floor, both of them desperate for release.

Later, after dinner, they went upstairs and prepared Madison for another double. She was enjoying this so much that Thomas wondered if she’d ever be satisfied with Thomas alone, when playtime was over. Thomas didn’t like that thought. Although Alexi was making life very sweet for Thomas this weekend, Thomas didn’t want this menage to be a permanent thing. Madison was his. When the weekend was over, he wanted her with him. Alone.

But for now, sex was wild, wicked, and crazy, and they reveled in the freedom of it. Thomas tried to stay awake as long as he could that night, making love to her again and again, but in the small hours of the morning, he finally dropped off, spooned against Madison, where he should be forever.

When he woke in the morning, Alexi was gone, the air felt light, and he knew that the weekend was over.

When
Madison opened her eyes, the room was already bathed in sunshine. Something felt different, and it took her a moment to realize what. The thick, sultry feel to the air had gone, leaving it cool and ordinary. Everything felt, well,
normal,
again.

A warm weight depressed the bed behind her, a long wall of man against her back. Thomas, she knew it was him. She recognized his warmth, his scent, the way he cupped his hand casually on her hip. Of Alexi, there was no sign. He wasn’t in the room or sitting on the balcony.

Madison knew without checking that the doors and windows would be unlocked now, and she’d no longer be trapped inside the house with Thomas.

No,
trapped
was the wrong word. Not once in the preceding night and day had she wanted to leave. Even when Alexi had allowed them out in the courtyard, running away had been the furthest thing from her mind. Besides, she’d been stark naked, and letting herself be tied up for their pleasure had been much more fun.

Thomas lay behind her protectively, his head resting between her shoulder blades, warm breath brushing her back. He’d stayed, even when Alexi hadn’t. That thought warmed her heart. They could have both abandoned her, let her wake alone.

But Thomas was still there.

She teased herself even more by imagining waking like this with him every morning, his arm around her. He’d grunt when she woke him up, then give her his sleepy smile, the one that warmed his eyes.

Madison sighed as she scooted over to look at the clock on her bedside table. It was just nine.

Damn.
Her heart sank. She had an appointment downtown at ten. She had to shower, put together her portfolio, and get the hell out of here, or she’d lose a commission she desperately needed.

She started to slide out from under the covers, trying not to wake Thomas. Thomas’s big hand clamped on her wrist, and in one swift move, he’d pulled her down onto the mattress and rose over her, bracing his weight on his big arms. His knee parted her thighs, and he nuzzled her neck as though taking in her scent.

“Where you going,
cher
?”

“Work. I have an appointment in an hour.”

“Mmm. Time enough.”

“Tommy.” She pressed her hands against his chest but didn’t push. His heart beat evenly beneath his muscles, blood warming that fine, tall body. “I can’t afford to miss this appointment. I need the orders.”

“You won’t miss it. I’ll drive you.”

“I have my own car.”

“Too bad.” Thomas lowered himself to her again, brushing warm lips across hers. “One more time?” he whispered.

Madison twined her arms around him, his dark eyes and tousled hair breaking her heart. “Yes,” she said. “One more time.”

 

 

Afterward,
they showered, Madison pushing Thomas away when he tried to slow it down. Giving him her big Madison smile, she told him she had to get downtown, and snapped off the water before he was finished rinsing.

Thomas turned the water back on as she danced out of the shower, her wet ass gleaming in the sunlight. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

By the time Thomas finished rinsing off and got out to dry himself, Madison was in the bedroom, dressed. She pinned earrings into her ears, leaning over the dresser to peer at the mirror.

She wore another sheath dress, this one black, her black high-heeled sandals already on. She reached for a hat with a white crown and black brim, which was shaped a little bit like a boat, but when Madison slid it over her dark hair, it looked cool and elegant. He knew that as soon as she appeared in it, every wealthy woman in New Orleans would want one for themselves.

Thomas dried himself slowly, not bothering to hide his hard-on. She was as luscious dressed as naked, and now his body knew the feel of her.

“Got to go.” Madison flashed Thomas her sweet smile and breezed out of the room. She’d noticed his obvious need, which was probably why she’d smiled. Thomas might have played the Dom all weekend, but he’d known damn well who’d had the upper hand. It hadn’t been him or Alexi.