by Carew, Opal
Twenty-two
“The reservation is for two o’clock?” Marie asked as Zeke opened the front door of the car for her.
“That’s right.” Zeke got in the backseat behind her.
Ty put the car in gear and drove down the winding path back to the road.
“A steam engine?” Marie asked.
“It’s a tourist thing,” Ty said. “It takes us on a scenic tour of Garrett Hills to see the fall foliage. Then we’ll stop in the village of Wakefield for an hour or so, then head back.”
“Sounds like fun.” She gazed out the window, watching the scenery pass by.
After they parked the car at the small train station, they approached the old train. A big black engine with three dark green and white passenger cars. Zeke took Marie’s hand and helped her step up into the train, then followed her through the car. She selected a seat near the middle of the car and he sat beside her. Ty sat facing her, a table between them.
The green seats were comfortable and the table made the arrangement feel cozy. People continued to board the train and, about twenty minutes later, the train whistle sounded, then the train chugged into motion. Soon the clickety-clack of the train on the tracks combined with the gentle swaying motion, providing a relaxing atmosphere.
Marie leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the delightful view of blazing red, orange, and yellow foliage beyond the lake, the calm water reflecting the fluffy white clouds in the blue sky.
Zeke and Ty talked about some of the cars Zeke had done custom paint jobs for recently at his shop while Marie watched a couple in a red canoe gliding along the lake outside.
About forty minutes later, the train pulled into the Wakefield station.
Ty led the way off the train, then held Marie’s hand as she stepped onto the pavement. The business district of the lovely village consisted of quaint colorful buildings overlooking the lake.
“The bakery here is great,” Zeke said as he led them to a red building with yellow trim around the windows.
They followed him up the steps to the door, then went inside. Ty picked up a loaf of multigrain bread and Marie selected some chocolate croissants and pecan tarts. Next, they poked around in the general store, with quaint craft items alongside food staples for cottage-goers.
Finally, Zeke led them up some stairs at the side of the store to a wonderful restaurant on the upper floor, overlooking the water. With the sun shining brightly, the afternoon had warmed up quite nicely, so they selected a table on the outside deck.
The men ordered beers and Marie asked for a white wine.
Ty took a sip of his beer, then leaned back and smiled at Marie. “So, I didn’t know you knew anything about pony play.”
She swirled her glass of wine. “Well, I read some of the literature in a folder at the cottage. They described a number of … um … activities I’ve never heard of before … and equipment … and how to use it.”
“To our good fortune,” Zeke said, grinning.
“You seem very relaxed with each other, which is really refreshing.” She watched Ty casually, noticing that he seemed to stiffen. “Is it okay that I … pushed you a little?”
“If it turns you on, I’m definitely okay with it,” Zeke answered with a grin.
“Ty?”
“Sure,” he said, but she noticed the tightness in his voice. “As Zeke said, if it turns you on.”
She leaned forward, capturing Ty’s reluctant gaze. “I don’t mean to be pushy, but … it seems like you two have a bit of a connection.” She hedged her words, noticing Ty shifting uncomfortably and not wanting him to shut down the topic. “Look, with the kind of relationship the three of us are sharing, I’m hoping you won’t mind if I’m frank. I know there’s a mutual attraction between me and each of you. I’d like to know if there’s one between the two of you, too.”
Zeke glanced at Ty. “I’d like to know that, too.”
“Why can’t you two just leave it the way it is?” Ty asked in a strained voice. “We do stuff. We enjoy it. We don’t have to talk about it.”
“If that’s what you want,” Zeke answered, then leaned forward a little. “But if it makes you feel any better, I’ve noticed that I have certain … feelings toward you. More than a friendship. It confused me at first, especially since I don’t have these feelings for other men … and I definitely enjoy women.”
“Amen,” Ty said.
“But … that doesn’t change the … I don’t know … attraction I feel for you. Maybe it’s just because we’re with Marie. She sees you as sexy, so…” Zeke shrugged. “It somehow feels natural to want to … share more with you when we’re in that situation.”
“Maybe exploring things a little more between you would be a good idea,” Marie suggested.
Ty leaned back in his chair, his fingers gripping the wooden armrests. “How about we change the subject?”
“All right.” Zeke turned to Marie. “So what do you think of Ty’s dominant personality now that you’ve seen it put into action?”
She smiled and gazed at Ty. “Very impressive, actually. Ty, I never knew you could be so … authoritative and … sexy.” She rested her hand on his arm and stroked. “Well, I knew you were sexy, but last night was sensational.” Her insides quivered at the memory of him commanding her to take off her clothes. Of being chained to the chair, her legs wide, and Ty stroking her. Then when they’d taken her to the dungeon and fucked her silly.
* * *
Zeke watched the two of them, a sick feeling in his stomach. The way Marie gazed at Ty, her blue eyes soft and dewy. The heat in Ty’s gaze that Zeke knew was more than lust. The guy was in love with her … had been from day one. Now, Zeke was pretty sure Marie loved him back. Which is what Zeke knew would happen, but … now that it had, he didn’t want it to be so.
He wanted Marie. He loved Marie. How the hell could he just give her up to Ty?
* * *
After the train trip back, Marie sat in the car as Ty drove back to the cottage, and wondered what would happen with the three of them after the weekend.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Just sitting in the car with the two of them, her senses totally aware of their masculine presence at all times, kept her in a constant state of yearning. Which was exciting, but it also threw her for a loop. It was no longer her and Zeke as a couple and Ty along for the ride. Ty was no longer just her friend … with benefits or not. He was much more to her than that.
The whole train trip, she could sense Zeke watching her, trying to figure out if her feelings had changed toward Ty … and toward him.
How could she find a balance? She wanted both men, but at some point, she’d have to choose just one. But the longer she spent with both of them as her lovers, the more difficult it would be to give up one of them. Or both of them, since the attraction between the two of them seemed to be building. Maybe they would eventually come to the conclusion that they didn’t actually need her at all, and would choose each other.
Any way she sliced it, someone was going to be hurt.
Marie pushed aside her tumultuous thoughts as Ty parked the car next to the cottage, right beside Zeke’s big Harley. Zeke opened Marie’s door and she stepped out of the vehicle. She walked toward the powerful machine and stroked her hand along the black seat, remembering how it felt vibrating between her legs when she’d ridden it panty-less … the day Zeke had taken her to the movies, teasing her constantly. She’d been so turned on when they’d finally made love, she’d nearly exploded with pleasure.
She stroked her hand along the handlebars, the metal cold under her fingertips. Then she turned around, leaning back against the bike.
“You know, when I see this powerful motorcycle, I think of what might happen to me if I were here all alone and some powerful bikers were to come along.”
Zeke stepped toward her and stroked his hands along her hips. Ty came up behind her and curled his arms around her waist, then cupped her breasts.
“You m
ean, if they were to … take advantage of you?” Ty murmured in her ear.
Zeke slid his hands around her, cupping her behind, then drew her close to his body. His lips captured hers and his tongue plunged into her mouth.
“So you want to be used and,” he squeezed her behind, pulling her tight to his groin, “abused by a couple of bikers?”
She laid her hand on his chest. “Of course, I would resist.”
“Of course,” Ty said, sliding his hands from her breasts and moving over her shoulder, then nuzzling her ear. “That’s what makes it fun.”
Zeke lifted her onto the bike. She squirmed against the leather seat.
“You wait here. We’ll be right back.” Zeke nudged Ty’s arm, then led him into the cottage.
A few moments later, they both came out in black leather jackets and torn jeans—Zeke’s usual attire but a new look for Ty. They both had chains swinging from their belt loops and … handcuffs. Her insides flooded with heat.
“Well, look what we have here,” Zeke said as he approached her with a devilish grin on his face.
She shifted on the bike in a mock nervous fashion, then lifted her leg over the seat to sit sideways. Zeke stepped in front of her and Ty behind, both dragging their gazes up and down her body in a suggestive manner.
“I think this little lady wants … a ride,” Zeke said.
“I think you’re right,” Ty agreed.
Marie stared up at Zeke, an ominous figure in his black leather, with his studded eyebrows. If this were the first time she’d ever seen Zeke … if she didn’t know what a wonderful, caring man he was … she might almost be nervous.
Ty grasped her waist and pivoted her around while Zeke caught her leg behind the knee and lifted it over the bike so she straddled it again. Ty threw his leg over the bike and sat behind her, then grasped her hips and drew her tight against his body, his swelling cock pressing against her behind. Zeke stroked along her thighs, then up her ribs and cupped her breasts, molding his hands over them and kneading them. She sucked in air at the heated sensations pulsing through her.
“Very nice,” Zeke murmured.
Zeke began to unfasten the buttons of her shirt, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Ty grasped the fabric and drew it apart, then stroked her left breast while Zeke explored the right. Zeke ran his hand downward, past her waist and over the crotch of her jeans, then rubbed up and down over her heated mound. Ty hooked his hands around her arms, pinning them, as Zeke unfastened her belt, then unzipped her jeans. A moment later, his hand dove underneath her panties and he stroked between her folds. Oh man, she’d soaked her panties already.
Zeke stepped back and unzipped his jeans, then drew out his cock. Ty dismounted the bike and lifted Marie from the seat, then draped her over it, her stomach across the seat, her ass in the air. He held her arms behind her.
Zeke stepped toward her, his cock waving in her face. Red. Swollen. Hard. Ty drew her hair back from her face as Zeke bumped his cockhead against her mouth and she opened, then he pushed his cock inside. She wrapped her lips around him and licked.
Damn, she should be resisting, but she couldn’t find it in her. And Zeke certainly seemed to be happy. He glided forward, filling her with his cock, the shaft sliding along her lips.
As Zeke’s cock glided in and out of her mouth, and she sucked, Ty released her arms. She hooked her hands around the side of the seat to hold herself steady as Ty tugged off her slip-on shoes, then pulled off her jeans, dragging them from her legs and tossing them aside. His hands stroked over her naked ass, then he tucked his finger under the elastic of her thong and tugged, pulling the elastic tighter between her cheeks. The crotch pulled on her sensitive heated flesh. Ty ran his finger along the elastic, from her waist, between her cheeks, to the soaking wet crotch. When he stroked over her wet folds, only the thin silk between his fingers and her naked slit, she moaned. Zeke’s cock fell from her mouth, so he grasped it and put it back in.
She concentrated on sucking Zeke while Ty disappeared briefly, returning to press against the back of her thighs and … oh, his big cockhead nudged against her wet core. He pulled aside the scrap of fabric covering her crotch and pushed against her, then slipped inside her vagina. She squeezed him, as she sucked Zeke harder. Zeke moaned, then thrust slowly into her mouth. Ty pushed in deeper, slowly, stroking her ass. She opened her throat and tipped her head back, taking Zeke deeper. He pulsed in short strokes, his balls tightening.
Ty caught her hips and pushed deeper inside her, impaling her completely. She reached for Zeke’s balls and stroked them. They were tight and hard. Zeke groaned. Hot liquid pulsed into her mouth.
He drew out and stepped back, then watched as Ty drew back and thrust forward again. Back then forward … filling her with his awesome length. Zeke cupped her breasts as Ty thrust into her again and again. She moaned, then gripped Zeke’s arms as an orgasm flashed through her. Intense. Explosive. Ty thrust deep again, erupting inside her, sending her pleasure higher. Then he tweaked her clit. She wailed as she plunged into absolute ecstasy.
Finally, she flopped onto the bike, hanging over it like a rag doll.
“I think we wore her out,” Zeke said.
“Mmm. Too bad, because I had things I still wanted to do to her.”
She drew in a deep breath. “No, you mustn’t,” she murmured in mock horror.
Ty chuckled out loud. Zeke wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the bike again, facing her backward. She rested her left foot on the chrome exhaust pipe, but couldn’t find any purchase on the other side, so just let her right leg hang over the side. Zeke pulled her shirt off her arms, then quickly disposed of her bra. The cool air washed across her bare breasts and her nipples hardened into tight nubs.
Ty removed the handcuffs from his jeans and snapped them around her left wrist. The cold steel against her skin sent goose bumps racing along her arm.
Zeke held up a leather leash and smiled. “Don’t want to scratch the Harley.”
He coiled it around the handlebars as Ty pressed a hand on her chest, forcing her to lie back. Her behind settled comfortably against the rising slope of the contoured seat, which curved upward toward the back of the bike. He drew her hand behind her head and attached the other bracelet of the handcuff to one end of the leash.
Zeke retrieved his handcuffs from his discarded jeans and snapped a cuff onto her other wrist, then attached it to the other end of the leash. Now she lay sprawled across the top of the bike, her back arching upward with the curve of the gas tank. She rested her head on the handlebars, ignoring the gauges pressed against her upper back and neck.
Zeke picked up his jeans and rolled them loosely then slid his hand under her neck and eased her forward, then laid his jeans over the gauges as an impromptu cushion. When she leaned back, it felt much more comfortable.
Ty tucked his fingers under the waistband of her thong and drew it down her legs and off. She stretched her right leg the length of the bike and set her left foot back down on the exhaust pipe.
Naked and sprawled across the top of Zeke’s motorcycle, her wrists handcuffed to the handlebars. This was getting interesting. What would they do now?
“I feel like a beer. What about you?” Ty glanced toward Zeke.
“Yeah, great idea.”
They both turned around and walked away.
“Hey, you can’t just leave me here,” she cried.
Twenty-three
Marie’s jaw dropped as Ty and Zeke just chuckled and kept walking toward the cottage, then went inside.
She lay there, totally naked in the great outdoors. Vulnerable. A light breeze caressed her body, sending her nipples tightening even harder.
This place was pretty isolated. The brochure assured visitors that they could play freely outside with no worry about passersby.
She flopped her head back and stared at the tree above her, the leaves rustling in the breeze. The sun neared the horizon, staining the clouds a rich orange, laced wit
h purple.
She was a captive of two bikers. In real life. Zeke was a real biker and, judging from their history and what she’d seen of Ty yesterday, Ty probably had been a biker once, too. Soon they would come out of the cottage and have their way with her. Again. She was bound and helpless to their whims.
God, how sexy was that?
She heard the cottage door close and she glanced around. Zeke and Ty headed her way. Zeke had pulled on a different pair of jeans, since she still used his previous pair as a pillow. Both still wore their black leather jackets and T-shirts, looking badass all the way.
“That’s what I like to see,” Zeke said. “A naked woman handcuffed to my bike, all laid out and ready for me.”
“For us,” Ty added.
Something flashed in Zeke’s eyes before he stepped beside her, then he grinned. He touched her cheek lightly, stroked down her neck, then over her breast. His big warm hand encompassed her breast and she stopped herself from arching against it.
Ty stepped to the other side of the bike and leaned down, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Zeke leaned down and slid his hand under her head and captured her lips with his, then plundered her mouth with his tongue. He tasted of cold beer and hot male. His mouth left hers and roamed down her throat, pausing briefly at the base of her neck, lapping at her pulse point, then roaming farther down. His mouth covered her other nipple and she moaned with pleasure, both her nipples covered with hot man mouth.
Zeke’s hand roamed along her side, from underarm to hip as he raised his head.
“That beer has made me hungry.” He kissed downward, over her belly, then he moved lower down the bike and leaned toward her until his breath brushed across her thighs.
Ty, still lapping and sucking her nipple, stroked over her other nipple and toyed with the hard nub. Zeke’s mouth brushed her inner thigh, right below her mound, and she jerked a little in surprise. His hands stroked either side of her naked folds, then his tongue brushed her sensitive flesh and licked along her slit. She arched a little and he wrapped his hand around her hips, holding her still. He settled over her clit and flicked his tongue. She moaned.
