She almost came right then even as she wiggled her hips at him. She dug her fingers into the cushion she sat on and clung to it to keep from melting into a puddle at his feet. She looked down her body to where his shoulders separated her thighs and his head hovered over her empty, aching pussy. He looked thrilled, excited, and just a bit too pleased with himself.
“Watch, Madeline.” His voice was almost as hypnotic as the sight of his tongue gliding between her pussy lips. His eyes glowed with erotic intent and expertise, and they held hers as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. Pleasure sparked through her, and every nerve ending in her body jumpstarted. Then he pulled away, a half-cocked grin on his face, and pressed a finger into her pussy.
Madeline sucked in a shaky breath, and her head suddenly felt very heavy. “Garrett…”
“Damn, you’re tight. How long has it been for you?”
She fought to think, to form words, but the only thing that swirled through her mind was pleasure.
“Wh–what?”
Garrett gave her clit another heavy lick. “How long has it been for you?”
“Oh, God. I don’t even remember.”
“So no one’s touched you here for a while, then?”
She shook her head with too much fervor, and she felt her hair knotting on the cushion. “No.”
His palm slid under the back of her thigh and cupped her ass cheek. Suddenly, his teasing, sensual mood turned raw and sexual.
“What about here?”
For a moment, Madeline glimpsed Dalton’s raging intensity in Garrett’s eyes. She flinched away from the heat she saw there and from the fingers on her bottom, but he did not let her move very far.
“Answer the question, Madeline.” He lowered his face toward her, and his lips and tongue made love to her pussy and gave her clit a tongue lashing. The bastard teased her until she could not take it anymore.
“No. No one has ever touched me there.”
The smile he sent her was all sex. “Dalton is going to be very happy about that. I’ll leave that part of you for him to inspect.”
What in the living hell does that mean?
And then Garrett lowered his mouth to her pussy, and her mind went blank as her body took over. He tormented her with pleasure, saturating all of her senses until she became a bundle of nerve endings that awaited his next touch.
He swirled her clit with his tongue, then sucked it between his lips the moment he pressed a thick finger into her pussy. Madeline gasped, and her eyes shot open in shock. For a brief moment, the barely visible stars above downtown Dallas twinkled back at her, and then her vision went blurry as he swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit and gently sucked it into his mouth. Madeline’s orgasm erupted through her without warning, pulsing and throbbing through her body until her fingertips tingled and her back arched off the bench cushions. On and on it went, her body like a wave undulating against his face, tongue, and hands as she rode the pleasure and crested until she could not keep track of how many times she came.
Garrett would not let her come down. He kept tonguing her and pressing against that spot inside her pussy.
“You like that, sweetheart? That’s your G-spot.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, Garrett’s spot.”
She rocked against his face, in time with the fingers fucking into her. She must have looked like a complete wanton all spread out before him and presenting her pussy to him so shamelessly, but she could not muster the mental capacity to care. And Garrett seemed perfectly happy with that. Thrilled, actually. He growled against her sopping cunt, and the vibrations converged in her clit, making it light up for him again.
The exquisitely painful torture he gave her seemed unending. Vaguely, she felt him move up her body, pressing kisses against her overheated flesh as he went—her hip bones, her lower belly, her nipples.
“Garrett!” She wove her fingers through his hair and clutched him to her breasts, lost in the wet tongue-lashing against her nipple as his fingers toyed with her clit.
He claimed her lips, and she tasted herself, tasted him. “One more, Maddie, because I’m feeling greedy tonight.”
She wanted to tell him that he was being self-indulgent, but he gently pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and everything from this evening converged inside her, and she came so hard her vision spotted.
Chapter Five
As Madeline settled herself inside the sleek black Bentley, the smartly uniformed chauffeur closed the car door for her. She could not get over how odd it might seem to the other residents of her modest-looking apartment complex that she had been picked up in this fancy car. They’d probably think she had either won the lottery or had started working as a high-end call girl. Oh, well.
She shook her hair back and tucked a stray piece behind her ear. She watched through the car’s heavily tinted windows as the hustle and bustle of downtown Dallas, the buildings and traffic and people, changed into the quieter outskirts of Male Order. The town was on the small side, with only about ten thousand people calling themselves native residents, but Madeline sensed that it would be growing soon. Family-owned shops and markets dominated the local business scene here and so did family-owned restaurants—the kind where great-great grandma’s secret lasagna recipe was Friday night’s dinner special.
Yet, for all its soft, quiet, almost rugged quaintness, there was a certain sophistication underlying everything in Male Order. The streets were clean without any hint of trash littering the perfectly hedged grass lining the sidewalks. The landscaping was elegantly done, with Texas wildflowers constituting the majority of the flowers that peppered the planters with their bright bursts of orange, blue, and yellow.
They drove toward downtown Male Order. Fully restored and maintained buildings from the town’s illustrious past mixed with newer, trendier buildings along the waterfront and into the heart of the town. Once they drove into the center of town, Madeline could not take her eyes off the charming rows of shops, the coffee houses, and the grand, elegant, beautifully structured gazebo in the middle of the old-fashioned roundabout. It was its own little green island, perfectly maintained and starkly white against the bright flowers running along the base. There was a sophisticated, timeless beauty about everything here, even the public restrooms, she was sure. Erika also told her that there was really good shopping up here, especially at Jacqueline’s flagship location, which she saw out the window to the left of the car. Its carved, elegant façade made her want to jump out of the car and take a picture of it. She was sure that if she posted that picture online, people would think she had gone to Paris or London for the day. Apparently, the huge and very high-end department store had started in Male Order, but she would have to make a special visit some other time. She barely had enough money to pay all of her bills and rent.
As they passed through downtown, the newer shops took precedence over the old ones, all of the famous high-end shops—Chanel, Fendi, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Armani, David Yurman, Tiffany, and countless others—lined the street on either side, practically begging her to pass through their shiny glass doors to experience their glamour and magic. If only her credit card would let her.
“Welcome to SoMale,” the driver said.
SoMale—South Male Order—was the high-end shopping district, Madeline recalled from her research of Male Order when she put together the funding proposal.
Madeline looked out her window and observed the locals in their natural habitat. Some of the most beautiful women she had ever seen breezed right along in their perfectly tailored dresses and pants, accentuating their toned figures. She swore that more than half of them could gloss the covers of fashion magazines. Their hair, whether it was short, curly, or long, was perfectly groomed, their skin luminous and clear, and their shoes were breathtaking. Madeline came to the conclusion that the typical Male Order woman had to be at least five-eight and look like she did Pilates or yoga twice a day. It really was not fair.
The high-end shops, museums, restaurants, and cafes lining the streets in the heart of downtown Male Order turned into business offices housed in restored Victorian-era homes the farther they drove, and while the buildings and landscaping were not as lavish, they were still stunning in their pristine beauty and overall perfection.
Once again, her thoughts returned to Dalton and Garrett, and she wondered what it was like for them growing up in this town. Thinking about them made her mind wander into erotic territory, a place it was quickly growing accustomed to. The past week had been peppered with evening phone calls from Garrett, and even when they only talked about the weather he fueled her desire for him. Suddenly tornados and barometric pressure took on new meaning.
She thought about all the things he had said to her, especially that night on the terrace. What did Garrett mean when he said Dalton would be happy no one had touched her back entrance yet? And why did she want to let Dalton do the honors while Garrett worked on other parts of her body, namely her pussy? What in the hell was going on with her? The thought of their hard cocks inside her—together—turned her on more than anything else ever had. It was turning her on even as she sat in the car. The flesh just under her skin heated up, making her feel as if she were wrapped up in a thermal blanket and standing outside in the middle of July. God, if she did not stop thinking about what would have happened had Dalton been there with them at Garrett’s bachelor pad, she would erupt in girl sweat and her nether regions would start aching to be filled.
She fiddled with the hem of her dress and tried her damndest to calm the mental hard-on she had for the Ellis brothers. The non-profit. She needed to think about the youth center and social networking and making connections with the Male Order elite.
She could not do it. Images of Garrett laving her pussy with his tongue while Dalton fingered her back hole bombarded her.
Damn, damn, damn.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, Miss Madeline.” The driver’s voice cut through her sexual fantasies and dropped her rather ungracefully back into reality.
“I’m sorry?” Her voiced wobbled a bit. She cleared her throat and sat up straighter in her chair. “I didn’t catch that.”
“You’ve got nothing to be worried about. Except their sister. She’s a little on the eccentric side, but she always means well.”
“Their sister?” Neither Dalton nor Garrett ever mentioned a sister.
“Yes, ma’am. She’s Garrett’s twin. If they haven’t mentioned her, it’s because Garrett’s usually upset with her.”
Garrett had a twin? “Why is he upset with her? Garrett seems too carefree to ever let anything bother him.”
The driver sent her a curious glance via the rearview mirror. “Garrett’s got a hot temper on him, Miss Spencer. Don’t let all those smiles fool ya. He and Miss Bea are constantly bickering. She’s always trying to set him up on dates with all of her rich friends, you see.” The driver spoke with a casual ease that sounded more like an uncle or old family friend than an employee. She sensed he had been working for the Ellis family for a long time and was speaking as if he were catching her up on old times.
“He doesn’t seem to be the type to let someone do all the fun work for him.”
“Which is where they start fighting. Miss Bea thinks she’s going to be the premiere matchmaker for the upper crust of Texas society, and she plans on total world domination.” The driver chuckled. “At least that’s what she says. She always has projects going, and Garrett is usually her test subject. He’s usually very popular with the ladies. Second only to Dalton.”
Something inside her froze. Her heart, maybe. Of course Dalton and Garrett would have cut a swath through the beautiful women of polite society. How could they not? They were charming and intelligent and possessed more than their fair share of handsome between the two of them. Madeline could have slapped herself. Here she was, on her way to a networking meeting with the most influential people in the Dallas area—maybe even the nation—and she was bothered about the other women—the competition—who came before her.
She did not have any clue as to how she got to this point, but somehow, the two of them felt right to her. Dalton and Garrett came to her together in her fantasies, her waking dreams. She had never been one of those girls who was overtly sexual or even completely experienced, but the idea of the two brothers kissing her, caressing her, loving her together did more for her lady parts than any past experience ever had.
“What kind of women do they usually like?” she blurted out.
The sound of the road rushing under the car’s tires filled the silence. Then he said, “It’s funny you should ask that.”
“Why is that?”
“I think you’ll find that out soon enough.”
The car drove up a gently, steady rise, then came to a stop at the top. The driver stepped out, rounded the trunk, and opened the door for her. “I’ll be waiting for you when you’re done to drive you back, Miss Spencer. Enjoy your meeting.”
Madeline took his proffered hand and used it to balance herself as she straightened from the car. “Thanks,” she said, smiling at him. She stepped aside to give him space to close the car door and looked at the building in front of her.
The building’s glamour was straight out of the twenties and included four massive marble pillars framing the main staircase at the entrance. Embellished Roman columns framed the large, graceful windows, and as Madeline let her gaze track upward, she saw there was some sort of terrace on the roof, judging from the balustrade lining its entirety. When she turned her attention to the huge staircase leading up to the main entrance, she saw the men she came all the way out here to see were standing at the top. Dalton already had a glass of scotch in his hand.
She glanced down at her watch and cringed. She was a little late. She’d had no idea what to wear to a lunch gathering. She would usually dress casually, but this was the Male Order elite she’d been dressing for. Their seasonal wardrobes would pay her bills and rent for an entire year. She smoothed down the front of her ruffled silk dress and hurried toward them.
Dalton stood still, his face blank, but the air around him was charged with his quiet intensity. Everything seemed to revolve around him while he stood in place, commanding with his hypnotic eyes and his dark, focused persona. Garrett, on the other hand, paced around, back and forth, his big body a huge ball of energy needing to be expended. She wondered what kind of children they might have been—Garrett running around and getting in trouble with his teachers because he could not sit still. She imagined Dalton was the child who took everything too seriously, who had to remind himself to have fun, who would be devastated by an A minus instead of an A.
Madeline approached them, and all at once, all their attention focused on her. She felt the very moment it happened. Her breath lodged in her chest, and her pussy started thrumming with the insatiable need to be filled. She choked down a rough gasp of air and bridged the rest of the distance between them. She did not trust her legs to get her to them. Just looking at Garrett walk toward her with his proud, fluid gait brought back memories from the other night. She felt her skin heating and focused her attention on Dalton to distract herself. Bad idea. He positively stalked toward her with all his swarthy man grace, his suit clinging to his body in all the right places, including the thickening bulge in his pants. She reminded herself that she was in a proper public place with proper upper-class people and that she should not be acting like a hormonal teenager, but her body refused to listen.
Garrett reached her first and wrapped a steely arm around her waist, curling her into his big body. Chills and tingles ran down her body in sensual little rivulets, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Wait. She opened her eyes, and her gaze collided with Dalton’s emerald-green, smoldering stare over Garrett’s shoulder. Dalton’s sexual heat burned her even with Garrett standing between them. The throb in her pussy turned into full-blown desire that she could not ignore, not with Dalton looking at
her like that while Garrett’s hand skimmed down her side toward her ass. She wanted nothing more than for Garrett’s fingers to lift her skirt, curl around her ass, and press into her pussy while Dalton watched. Then she wanted Dalton to take over and drive her as crazy as Garrett had on the terrace.
“You look ravishing as always, Maddie.” Garrett pressed a kiss against the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. A tremor went through her, and Garrett pulled away with a very knowing smirk on his face before he stepped back.
“I thought this was supposed to be strictly professional.” The grin playing across Dalton’s perfect lips was the only thing that told her he was speaking in jest. That and his hand pressed against her lower back—or more accurately, her upper ass—as he led her up the stairs. Heat radiated out from where his hand touched her, and desire gathered in her stomach, killing the nervous butterflies that flitted around inside her. With Dalton and Garrett at her side, she had nothing to fear. She knew on a level beyond the instinctive that they would do anything and everything in their power to protect and shield her. Not that she wanted or needed those things, but the knowledge that they were there did more for her confidence than they could ever know.
“Thank you both for inviting me. I think this will be a great opportunity for my organization, and I really appreciate your help.”
“It is our pleasure, Madeline, and you’ll be happy to know that I brought up your non-profit and need for funding this morning at our annual meeting, and all five of the family heads said they’d love to speak with you about it. Well, technically, it was only four. I’d like to speak to you about something different altogether.” Dalton said the last sentence more quietly, lowering his voice as he lowered his head so his lips just caressed her ear. Even standing a step or two below her, Dalton still had to hunch a little to speak directly over her shoulder and the power of his stature made her feel delicate and vulnerable. She knew he could effortlessly overpower her, even break her in half, and that suddenly became the most tempting fantasy she’d had in a long time. She took a breath and swallowed to collect herself and rein in her wanton, wandering imagination.
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