Monroe, Marla - Desire for Two (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Marla Monroe

  “Of course you can. Whatever you need, pet.”

  By the time she had made it to the other side of the bed, Elliot was beside her, buck naked. Desire was frantically wrapping the towel Clay had discarded around her. They’d seen every part of her already, but she was embarrassed in the light of day.

  “You don’t need that, Desire. We’re beyond that.” He tugged the towel away from her. “Come on. I’ll bathe you.”

  “Oh, well, I can do that. You don’t have to bathe me,” she said.

  “I know, but I want to. I want to run my hands all over your delicious body. Using soap will make it all the more fun.” He grinned, and his eyes lit up.

  Desire tried to keep from letting that get to her, but her pussy creamed just thinking about his hands on her. She was so hooked on these two men. She was ruined.

  “Why the sudden frown, pet?” Elliot asked.

  “Nothing.” She gave him a shaky smile and followed him into the bathroom.

  Deep down, she knew she would follow them anywhere. If they wanted her to design their house, she would do it. It would hurt knowing it would be for some other woman, but she’d do it. She couldn’t refuse them anything they wanted. She might lie to herself and say she could, but deep down, she knew better.

  Elliot turned on the water and adjusted the temperature of the shower. He procured two towels and left them on the warming bar and handed a washcloth to Desire while keeping one for himself. As soon as the water was at a suitable temperature, he helped her into the walk-in shower and immediately shielded her from the stinging spray until he had adjusted the multi-head shower so that it didn’t hit her in the face.

  He took the soap and rubbed it all over the cloth before twirling his finger for her to present her back to him. He began rubbing over her back in long, even strokes, then circles along her shoulders and down her back to her buttocks. He bathed every inch of her body despite her mild protests. Then he let her rinse. She returned the favor, paying extra attention to his throbbing erection and tightened balls.

  “That’s enough, Desire. Let me rinse off.”

  She started to get out of the shower, but he stopped her.

  “Not yet.” He smiled at her and pushed her slowly back toward the wall.

  He lifted one of her legs and fitted his cock at her entrance and thrust hard into her weeping pussy. It took three strokes before he was balls deep inside of her. She moaned and threw her head back against the shower wall.

  “Easy, there. Don’t give yourself a concussion.” Elliot chuckled then groaned when she squeezed her vaginal muscles around his straining cock.

  “Fuck.”

  “Don’t talk. Fuck me, Elliot.” She was surprised at herself, but she’d worry about it later.

  He picked up her other leg, and she wrapped them around his waist as he shoved his thick dick into her tight pussy over and over again. He tunneled in and out, grunting as he did. She could tell he was close. She grabbed his hair and pulled him in for a kiss. His mouth devoured hers as his cock pounded into her.

  He reached between them and stroked her clit until she was bucking against him in ecstasy. He growled low in her ear and called out her name as he ground his cock into her one last time. As he fought to regain his breath, Desire unwrapped her legs from around his waist and slid down his body until her feet touched the ground.

  “I’ve got your towel ready, baby.” Clay’s voice startled her and she nearly slipped but he caught her. “Easy there.”

  “You scared me. I didn’t realize you were there.” She knew that meant he’d seen them.

  “I wouldn’t have missed the look on your face for anything in the world. I could watch you come a thousand times and never get enough of it. You’re beautiful when you climax,” Clay told her.

  He reached down and dried her body while licking her lips.

  “Come on. Let’s get you something to put on while you eat.”

  “I’ll just put my same clothes back on.”

  “Naw, later. Wear this for now. It’s big enough to give you some room to move.” He handed her a button-up shirt.

  She had a feeling it was his. She raised her eyebrow at him, and he grinned. Yep, it was his. She smiled. She couldn’t help it. His smile was contagious.

  Chapter Nine

  Clay watched her eat. He loved watching her do just about everything. How was he going to deal with letting her go back home after this? He had started out with the intention of binding her to them, but what had happened was he’d bound himself to her.

  “What are you looking at? Do I have something on my face?” Desire wiped at her face with her napkin.

  “No, baby. Just looking at you.”

  “Well stop it. You’re making me uncomfortable.”

  Clay smiled and took a bite of his omelet. He barely tasted it. All he could think about was how she’d tasted the night before, like hot and spicy honey.

  “So, how long will it take you to get ready to head to Sims?” Elliot asked as he ate.

  “You mean like today?” she asked.

  “Yeah, no time like the present. You can reschedule anything we have for next week and we’ll conduct what we need to there.” Elliot took a sip of his coffee.

  “Um, I can be ready in a couple of hours, but…”

  “Great, we’ll take you there and wait on you,” Clay said.

  “Why don’t I take a cab home and pack while you pack here. It will save time and we can get on the road much faster,” she suggested.

  Elliot and Clay exchanged looks. Elliot shrugged.

  “That’s a good idea. I’ll call you a cab once you’re dressed again. We’ll come pick you up in, say, two hours,” Clay said.

  “Breakfast was delicious. I’m going to go dress now.” She smiled and slipped out of the chair.

  Clay watched her take her plate to the sink and rinse it before putting it in the dishwasher. She was skittish. They’d have to work on that. She needed to be comfortable around them. It would come with time. He glanced over at Elliot. His brother couldn’t keep his eyes off her. He knew how he felt.

  “She needs some room away from us to regroup,” Elliot said.

  “Yeah, I know, but it won’t do her any good. We need to constantly touch her. It’s the only way she’s going to get used to us.”

  “Man, being inside of her was like a piece of heaven,” Elliot said.

  “Wait until you get in her sweet ass. We’ll both sign over our lives to her.” Clay grinned and finished his coffee.

  Elliot grabbed both of their plates and took them to the dishwasher. Unlike Desire, he didn’t bother rinsing them.

  “I’m going to help her dress,” Elliot told him.

  Clay grinned. “I’ll help her undress later.”

  Elliot disappeared into the bedroom. Clay poured another cup of coffee and waited for them to emerge. He’d call a cab once she came out. It would take the cab a good fifteen minutes to arrive. That meant a few more minutes to look at her. He couldn’t believe how screwed up he was over her. He felt silly. He needed to remember to ask his dads if this was how they felt about their mom. It really didn’t matter. He knew in his heart that she was the one. All they had to do was prove it to her.

  * * * *

  Desire climbed out of the cab and went to pay the driver. He shook his head.

  “I’ve already been paid. You have a good day, ma’am.” The cabby closed her door and climbed back in before driving off.

  Shaking her head, Desire walked up to her apartment and unlocked the door. Her phone was ringing when she walked in. She hurried over to answer it before it quit.

  “Hello?”

  “Just checking to make sure you got there safely,” Clay said.

  “I’m fine. Thanks for the cab.”

  “You’re welcome. We’ll see you in two hours.” Clay hung up.

  She smiled. They really acted as if they cared. Maybe they did, but it didn’t mean anything. She was living in a dream right now, and d
reams never lasted. Besides, there were two of them and she couldn’t have any sort of permanent relationship with two men. It just wasn’t done.

  Two hours. She needed to hurry and pack so she would be ready when they got there. They had said casual as she would be walking around outside a lot. She packed a couple pairs of jeans and a couple of T-shirts as well as several blouses and slacks. She decided at the last minute to add a dress to the mix. She had her suitcase and carry bag ready in less than forty-five minutes. She needed to let some people know she would be out of town, and then she might as well get started on rearranging the guys’ schedules.

  She called Byron first.

  “You’re going with them? Woo-hoo! Sounds like something’s up, girlie.”

  “Nothing is up. They just want me to help them with a project they are working on. I’ll be managing their schedules from there.”

  “You know the office already thinks you’re sleeping with both of them,” Byron told her.

  “Shit. I was afraid of that.” Desire didn’t like that it was true.

  “I think that if they are going to talk about it anyway, you might as well go for the gold. I’d do it if I were in your shoes.”

  “Yeah, but you’re a slut.” Desire laughed. “Looks like I’m one, too, though.”

  “You didn’t!”

  “Yeah, I did.”

  “You go, girl!” Byron yelled over the phone.

  “Calm down, Byron. You’re going to wake up that man of yours and there will be hell to pay.”

  “Tell me about it. He was in a foul mood when he got home. Some nurse is giving him a hard time. I’m about ready to go and bust her one.”

  “Don’t get in any more trouble than you already get in, Byron. I like having you as a friend.” Desire laughed.

  Byron was a pain slut, and his lover gave him what he needed on a regular basis. You’d never know it, though, by how he was at work. It was one of the reasons they’d gotten along so well. They both took their jobs very seriously but could relax after work.

  “Okay, let me go. I need to be sure I’m ready when they get here. I’ll call you when I get settled to let you know how it is.

  She looked at her watch. She had thirty minutes now to talk to everyone else. She hurried through her phone calls and made sure everything was off and her thermostat set to keep the apartment at a comfortable temperature for when she got back. Just as she finished her last chore, her doorbell rang. Desire walked across the floor and opened the door without bothering to look through the peep hole.

  “How did you know it was me?” Elliot asked in a stern voice.

  “I was expecting you.”

  “But did you look to see who it was?”

  “No, but I knew you were coming,” she told him.

  “Don’t ever open that door again without first making sure who it is.”

  “Why the sudden worry about my safety?” she asked, a little irritated.

  “You’re in a vulnerable position now. By being our administrative assistant, you’re susceptible to kidnapping and blackmail,” he told her.

  “You’re kidding, right?” The thought had never crossed her mind.

  “No, I’m very serious. You’ve always got to be aware of what is going on around you.”

  “Okay, I’ll check before I open the door.”

  “Good girl. Is this all you’re bringing?” he asked.

  “Just my suitcase and my hanging clothes,” she said.

  “You travel light. That’s good.” He smiled and picked up her luggage.

  “I don’t require much. I’m mostly going to be arranging your schedules and setting up your computer for sharing with your office computer.”

  “That and working with the contractor on those plans. That’s of prime importance to us, too,” Elliot told her.

  “I’ll take care of it. I still think you need to have some input in it, though.”

  “We will have some. You’ll see.”

  She followed him down her stairs to the outside door. Waiting at the curb was a large Dodge Ram truck. She climbed in the front seat when Elliot indicated she should. He stowed her luggage in the back seat and climbed in beside her. Clay smiled and gave her a kiss.

  “You ready, baby?” he asked.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be.” She just hoped that she really was.

  Chapter Ten

  The ride over was a testament to her resistance. Between Clay riding with his hand on her thigh drawing lazy circles there and Elliot with his arm around her shoulders massaging her there, Desire wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk when they made it to Sims. Occasionally, Elliot would lean in and kiss her temple or the edge of her lips. He even nuzzled her neck a few times. Nothing she did or said would affect either of them, so she stopped trying and endured—happily.

  They drove up into a cute little motel parking lot. A woman of about sixty waddled out to meet them with her arms thrown wide.

  “Clay, Elliot. It’s so good to have you home. Your dads will be here in a few minutes. They had errands to run first. You’re here earlier than we expected you,” she said.

  “Mom, I’d like you to meet, Desire. Desire, this is our Mom, Elma Middleton,” Elliot said.

  Desire held out her hand but was instantly enfolded in a hug by the woman.

  “Mercy, it’s good to have you here. These boys don’t come near as often as I’d like them to,” she said. “Thanks for seeing that they do.”

  “But I…”

  Clay interrupted her. “She’s going to help us design our new home, Mom.”

  “That’s wonderful. Lord, I might just cry. You’re going to come home for good?”

  “Well, not at first. We’ll commute some back and forth.” Elliot gave her a hug.

  “Well, what am I thinking? I’m sure after that drive you want to unpack and rest. Here are the keys.” She held out two old-fashioned keys on key rings with room numbers on them.

  Desire hadn’t seen those since she was a child. Sims really was an old community. She couldn’t wait to see what more there was to learn about the little town.

  “Come on, Desire. I’ll show you to your room,” Elliot said, grabbing her suitcase out of the back.

  “I’ll bring the rest,” Clay said.

  Desire followed Elliot to the back of the motel where two doors were off by themselves. Elliot used the key and unlocked one of them, opening the door before standing back and allowing her to go in first. The room didn’t look like any motel or hotel she’d ever been in. It was more like what you would expect a bed and breakfast to be like.

  The room held a four-poster, queen-size bed with real bedroom furniture and a TV mounted on the wall across from the bed. Pale green sheets were turned back over the rich green comforter. She looked down and realized there were real hardwood floors and not carpet beneath her feet.

  “This doesn’t even look like a motel room. Are all the rooms like this?” she asked.

  “No, just these back two. They’re reserved for family and close friends when they visit.” Elliot sat her suitcase on the bench at the foot of the bed and opened it for her. She was mortified when the top item to view was a pair of her lacy black panties. He ran a finger over them and smiled at her.

  “Don’t say a word. Not one word.” She walked over and stood in front of the suitcase as if she could hide it from him.

  All Elliot or Clay had to do was look over the top of her head to see anything they pleased. They were so much taller than she was without her heels.

  He grinned and walked across the room to another door. She expected it to be a closet, but it turned out to be a connecting door to the other bedroom. He opened both doors and grabbed her hand to pull her over to the other room.

  She nearly fainted. Inside it was a bed big enough for three or maybe even four people. It was huge. This room was decorated in hues of blue and maroon. The same wooden floors and mounted TV graced this room as well.

  “This is where we’ll stay.
The other room is for your privacy and sense of decorum, but make no mistake, you will be in our bed each night.” Elliot pulled her into his arms and kissed her before she could protest.

  There was a clicking at the door and Clay walked in with her hanging clothes and two suitcases. He looked barely winded. She marveled that the two of them were so fit yet spent so much time at the office. It had to be genetics.

  “I see you showed her our room,” Clay said, grinning. “What do you think, Desire?”

  “The rooms are beautiful and comfortable-looking.”

  “Be sure and tell Mom, she always worries people might not like her special rooms.” Clay walked over to the bench at the foot of the massive bed and put the two suitcases on it. Then he disappeared into the other room, she supposed to hang up her clothes.

  “Come on. The dads should be back by now. Plus, it’s past time for lunch so I’m sure you’re hungry. We can run over to the diner and have something to get us through till dinner time.” Elliot wrapped an arm around her waist and led her out the door.

  Clay locked the door behind them and followed them back to the office. Sure enough, two burly-looking men stood talking with Elma. Now she could see where the men got their good looks. Both of their fathers were handsome men. Each looked enough like the other that she figured they were also brothers. Everything here was confusing to her. She felt like Alice, in an alternate universe.

  “Dads, this is Desire. These are our dads, Frank and Clifton Middleton.” Elliot pushed her forward.

  She stuck out her hand to shake and once again was encased in a warm hug then passed to the next man for more of the same.

  “Good to meet you, Desire. We’ve heard so much about you.” Frank told her.

  “You have?” She frowned at Clay and Elliot.

  Why would they have been talking to their parents about her? She was just their administrative assistant. Something wasn’t right here. Sighing, she smiled at the two men and stepped back.

  “Mom, Dads, we’re going over to the diner for a quick bite. We missed lunch and need to feed her before she passes out.” Clay wrapped his arm around her this time.