Ray, Helena - A Bride for Two Roughnecks [Male Order, Texas] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Helena Ray

  Tristan turned her out, and for a moment, she felt the relaxation and freedom she had admired on the dance floor. When he pulled her back to him, he pressed the full length of his body against hers. Being so close to him set her pussy on fire, the musky scent of cologne and sweat filling her nostrils and intoxicating her.

  He kept her against him, and suddenly, she felt a foreign sensation against her mound. A hard, denim-clad bulge pressed against her, and she realized that pressure came from his cock, hardened from his arousal. Alexis looked up into Tristan’s eyes, and the weight of his stare indicated that he meant for her to feel his erection.

  The song ended while they stood still, Tristan’s hand pinning Alexis to his body. He dipped her body downward, and she stiffened when her senses once more took over. What the hell was she doing?

  As soon as he returned her to a standing position, she quickly stepped backward, breaking his grasp.

  “Thank you, Tristan,” she managed as she looked around the dance hall, trying to regain her bearings.

  “Sure thing, but don’t you want to—” He took a step toward her and held out his arms in hopes of bringing her body against his again.

  “I have to go.” Alexis turned and hurried back to the table where Janet and Winston sat waiting.

  “How was your first time, sweetie?”

  Alexis stared at Janet in disbelief. Was it that obvious? Realizing she meant her first time two-stepping, Alexis let out a breath and smiled.

  “Good, it was real good.” She forced a grin then turned her focus back to the dance floor. Tristan was standing at the edge. He ran a hand up to sweep the tuft of hair away from his eyes and looked directly at Alexis.

  She straightened in her chair and looked away, desperate for him not to see how he affected her, and contemplated running back to her Jeep.

  * * * *

  Tristan Burke’s ears pricked when he heard Max, the beloved bartender of the Twirling Lasso, yell “Out-of-towners get a free beer!” Technically, yes, all out-of-towners were entitled to a beer under Max’s policy, but he only brought up the policy when an attractive, female out-of-towner stumbled into the Lasso.

  Looking around from where he rested his back against the wall, beer in hand, at the edge of the dance floor, he searched for the unfamiliar face. All the regulars seemed to be there, along with a few of the fancier Male Order types. He supposed he should count himself in the latter category, but he forced that thought out of his mind for the moment.

  Finally, his gaze landed on a tall blonde making her way to Janet Willis and Winston Fairchild’s table. That couple never quite made sense to him. A real life cowgirl with an L.A. entertainment lawyer? To each their own, he guessed.

  As he examined the newcomer, his cock strained against the tight denim of his jeans. She was the sexiest woman he had ever seen in real life. She was tall, and most of that height was legs. She wore skin-tight jeans that showed off those damn near perfect walking sticks. Her breasts were round and firm, just the right size for a good handful. And she was heart-stoppingly beautiful to boot. He could see the glow in her light brown eyes from across the room. With her high cheekbones and lightly tanned skin, she could be a model.

  The longer he stared, the harder his cock grew, and he had to let his mind dwell on his current legal predicament to get rid of the erection. That was always good for killing his buzz.

  He looked around again, making sure Jeremiah wasn’t there. He would undoubtedly have some objection to Tristan picking up women in his establishment. Jeremiah be damned, Tristan had to touch this woman or he would explode. The music died down, and he saw her lean over in conversation with Janet and Winston. When she bent over, the waistband of her jeans dipped down, giving him a view of the top of her pretty little ass. Oh, how he wanted to get his hands on her rear end.

  As the music started again, Tristan saw his opportunity to attack. She had thankfully accepted his invitation to dance, and they’d had a few nice turns around the dance floor. His cock kept getting longer and harder as they danced, as if trying to reach out to the prize at the V of her legs. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and pressed against her. He could have sworn he smelled her pussy getting wet, but she looked so scared when he had tried to go in for the kill. She had run away like a frightened deer, leaving him confused and hard.

  Now she sat shyly at the table while Janet and Winston showed off their moves on the floor. They certainly were a pair on the floor. The odd couple had won several national competitions with all their spins and lifts, and watching them was one of the best parts of Thursday nights at the Lasso.

  Poor Alexis, though, looked all alone at the table. Tristan was worried about her being too skittish, but he had an idea. After a quick stop at the bar, he headed toward Alexis.

  “I think you were promised a beer.” He walked up beside her and placed the beer in front of her. She looked a little frightened and turned toward the bar. After a reassuring nod from Max, she turned back to Tristan. “I’m not trying to poison you. I promise.” He held up his hand in innocence.

  “If you promise,” she mumbled.

  He watched in admiration as she threw back her head to take a swig from the bottle, revealing a long, graceful neck.

  “What brings you to Male Order, sugar?” Tristan pulled up a chair and sat on it backward, crossing his arms over the chair’s back.

  “I’m on a road trip, actually.” She took another swig, as if in need of a quick confidence-booster. “I’m from Kansas, and I’m on my way to California.”

  “By way of Male Order?” Tristan raised a skeptical brow. “Hate to inform you, but you’re taking an awful indirect route.”

  She blushed, and Tristan admired the way it tinted her skin and flushed her lips. He focused on her lips for a moment, thinking about kissing them and how sweet they might feel wrapped around his—

  “I’m going to famous dancing locales.” Alexis’s words interrupted his fantasy. “I’ve heard so much about the Lasso, and I just had to see it for myself.”

  “You actually came to Male Order for the Lasso?” he asked, and Alexis nodded. “Damn, you never hear that from a lady.” She looked confused, and Tristan realized something. “Wait, you don’t know about Male Order’s more, uh, unique features, do you?”

  She shook her head. “It’s just a small town outside of Dallas, right? I know there’s some important art and architecture here.” She furrowed her brow, and Tristan’s heart clenched at the adorable sight she made. “That can’t be what you’re talking about.”

  “Oh, you’ll see soon enough, sweetie.” Tristan laughed and, without noticing it, rested one of his hands on Alexis’s. Her eyes shot up to meet his, and for a moment, she tensed. She appeared to decide something, and she relaxed under his touch. Daringly, he moved his fingers down to wrap around hers, and she slowly smiled at him.

  “You know, I’m a bit of an outsider here, too. I’m just in from working on an oil rig out in East Texas. I’ve got some, uh, friends here in Male Order.” She cocked her head to the side, and he decided to go in for the kill before she could ask too many questions. “Hey, what about another turn ’round the dance floor, sugar?”

  She rose to her feet and didn’t take her hand from his. “That sounds lovely.”

  He led her to the dance floor, and this time, he held her closer, letting himself feel her delicate body underneath his.

  The music started, and Alexis’s feet still moved in a stiff, anxious pattern.

  “Relax.” He lowered his face to whisper in her ear. “It’s all about just going with the music, taking whatever the band throws at you.”

  She looked so delicate in his arms as he led her around the dance floor. This time he tried a few more turns, and each one loosened Alexis’s body. When she spun out on his hand, her dance training certainly showed. Every muscle in her body was toned, and every movement designed for maximum beauty. When her shirt rode up to show her pale midriff, every signal in his body demand
ed he touch it. Self-control was becoming very difficult around this little lady.

  After the song ended, they returned to the table. Janet and Winston were still out thrilling the hall’s patrons. Their absence provided an opening for Tristan to make his move.

  “Hey, it’s loud in here,” he said, moving closer to her for effect. His jeans grew tighter at the proximity. “You wanna go outside?”

  Once more, Alexis’s eyes turned to those of a deer in the headlights, and Tristan felt an unfamiliar urge to comfort her.

  “Look, I just wanna talk to you,” he said, even though his cock begged for more. “I’m a little bit of an out-of-towner, too. It’s nice to meet some folks without a real place in this town.”

  His frank tone appeared to soothe her, and she nodded and reached down to collect her things. He led her to the exit with a nod toward Janet and Winston on the floor. He chanced to put a hand at the lowest point on her back, just above her ass. The graceful way she moved pressed her ass into his hand with every step, and he knew he couldn’t last just talking to her for too long.

  Once they were outside, he rested his back against the rusting wall and tried to concentrate on willing his away his arousal. He closed his eyes as Alexis moved to stand in front of him, and neither said a word.

  A hand on his chest caused his eyes to snap open. He saw Alexis standing there, her hand resting on his pectoral muscle. She stared at her hand for a moment then curled her fingers in his T-shirt. She raised her eyes to his and looked at him questioningly. He immediately recognized the flush of arousal on her cheeks and lips.

  Inhaling her sweet scent and standing so close to her, his cock urged him to do something, anything. He raised one hand to her neck and entwined his fingers in the loose strands of fine blonde hair hanging there. She leaned into his touch, nuzzling her cheek against his hand then looking up at him, her eyes innocent and uncertain.

  Gripping her neck firmly, Tristan closed the small distance between them and gently pressed his lips to hers. For a moment, she didn’t react, and he worried if he had done something wrong. She’d initiated this, hadn’t she? Her hesitation didn’t last, though, and her body melded against his in response to his kiss.

  He wrapped his arms around her, securing his grip on the writhing creature in his arms. He took her lower lip between his teeth and flicked her lip with his tongue. Alexis moaned softly and opened her mouth, letting Tristan fully explore the hot, sweet depths within.

  Tristan’s cock begged for attention, and his hips moved involuntarily against Alexis’s softness. This time, instead of running away, she matched his gentle thrust and pressed her breasts closer against him. He dared to lower a hand, cupping one ass cheek to drag her closer to his straining cock. She let out a soft moan as she parted her legs and rolled her head backward. Tristan hurried to lave at her neck, his hips bucking toward her with each long, hot lick.

  No longer able to restrain himself, Tristan moved a hand over her breast. Without warning, she jumped back, breaking their contact. Both stood in silence, their chests rising and falling in time with each other.

  Alexis gulped and shook her head. “Not like this,” she whispered, short of breath.

  “But, sweetheart, we just—”

  “Not like this.” On the last word, she waved her hand, indicating the porch where they stood.

  With that gesture of permission, Tristan stepped toward Alexis again and ran his hand down her back and over the curve of her ass.

  “Then right this way, gorgeous.”

  * * * *

  She had to break away from the intoxicating power of that kiss. Never before had Alexis lost herself that fully in another’s embrace. Tristan seemed to have the power to make her do things she never thought possible. Now, as he guided her toward the back of the Twirling Lasso, she wondered why none of her normal alarm bells were sounding.

  Before she had time to contemplate the implications of that though, Tristan pushed her against the side of the wall. Every nerve ending fired to life as his mouth claimed her in a flaming hot kiss. One of her legs snaked around his, rubbing her pussy against his thigh through the denim, and thrust her hips against him, desperate for some sort of attention there.

  Her thrusts were met with his, and his erection felt much larger and harder than it had before. Unfamiliar images flashed through her head of wrapping her hand around that erection, of holding it against her lips, even of letting it slip through the slippery folds of her pussy. Her heart felt about to beat out of her chest.

  He took the hand from her neck and used it to cup one of her breasts. Her pussy clenched at the sensation, and she felt a wave of cream spill onto her panties. Men had touched her breasts before, but she had never had such a reaction, never felt her clit throb from the attention.

  Tristan dragged his face up from hers, his hand still cupping her breasts. He looked down at her with a heavy-lidded gaze that assured her he was just as excited as she was. He moved his thumb on her breast, brushing over a nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt and bra. A low chuckle emitted from his chest when she jumped and squealed at the touch.

  His hips pressed her pelvis closer to the wall, and he nodded his head to the right. “I’m staying at the apartment behind the Lasso.” His voice was husky with arousal.

  Even with her inexperience, Alexis knew exactly what that meant, and she wanted it.

  “Okay,” she breathed, barely able to contain herself from reaching behind his neck and pulling his face to hers for another of those intoxicating kisses.

  The two of them took off at a near run to the door on the north side of the Lasso. Tristan pulled keys out of his pocket and fumbled with them, muttering curses underneath his breath. He finally found the key he needed and kissed Alexis while opening the door. Once inside, he slammed the door behind Alexis and pressed her against it. She wrapped her legs around him and let him support her full weight against the door. This position put her head above his, and she put her hands to his face, enjoying having full control of the kiss.

  Tristan backed away from the door, carrying Alexis to a faded brown leather couch in the corner of the room. He dropped her on it and began unbuttoning his shirt. The sight of that chiseled chest and stomach left Alexis breathless. His was a body conditioned by hours of hard, physical labor. Something else hard caught her attention. That bulge in his pants looked about ready to burst through the zipper. Uneasiness flashed through Alexis.

  “Stop!” she cried just as Tristan finished unbuttoning his shirt. Her words stilled his movement. He looked confused and started buttoning his shirt again. “You don’t have to stop that.” She tried to smile to lighten the situation a little.

  “Then what do I have to stop? Is this too much for you?” He sat on the couch across from Alexis and caressed one of her legs.

  His touch felt incredible, better than anything she had ever known, but it felt too good. She pulled her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees.

  “It’s just…” She didn’t want to say the words.

  “What, beautiful?” he asked, genuine concern in his words.

  “I’ve just…never done this before.”

  “Well, why didn’t you say so?” Tristan said, relief in his voice. “We can just take this real nice and slow.” He crossed to where she was on the couch and sat next to her. He put an arm around her and pulled her mouth to his for a slow but smoldering kiss. “There are plenty of things I can do to you.” He pulled his head back, revealing a mischievous grin.

  Alexis was about to inquire about these things when Tristan tightened his grip on her and eased her onto her back. He lowered his body on top of her, taking his weight on his arms. They flexed under his bulk, and Alexis ran a hand up to feel the muscle. Tristan lowered his head as if to kiss her, but instead, he planted his lips on her neck and pressed light kisses there. Each one sent an erotic fluttering sensation straight to Alexis’s pussy. He moved down to the base of her neck, and Alexis’s body respon
ded. Her hips bucked up against his stomach, and he raised his head to smile at her.

  “Now don’t get too excited right away,” he said. “The best is yet to come.”

  His hand found the top button of her blouse and unfastened it. His touch was painfully slow, adding to Alexis’s pleasure with every second that passed. The torturous touches continued down her front, and Alexis swore he avoided her breasts on purpose. By the time he had freed her from the shirt, her soft whimpering had turned to full-blown moans. He pushed it off her shoulders, and Alexis began undressing him as well. A hand around her wrist stopped her exploration.

  “No, you’re getting it real slow tonight, gorgeous.”

  His hands returned to her body, this time brushing all over her stomach. His mouth followed the trail of his hands, causing a furious tingling in her thighs. Finally, his fingers found their way to Alexis’s black satin bra. One finger traced down her cleavage then pressed underneath one breast, following its curve up to her nipple. He took the hardened nub in between two fingers, and Alexis let out an involuntary squeal.

  “Hmm, so you like that?”

  “I guess so.” Alexis’s words were uttered between pants as she raced to catch up with the beating of her own heart.

  Tristan’s eyes found hers, and another set of fingers pinched her other nipple, this time harder. Alexis writhed at the erotic pressure and pressed her breasts against Tristan’s hands. He understood her silent plea and massaged them slowly, causing groans to rumble from her chest. One hand abandoned a breast and wrapped around Alexis to unclasp her bra and toss it aside.

  Alexis had never been topless in front of a man before. Well, at least not in front of a man who was sexually attracted to women. Self-consciousness caused her skin to heat, and she instinctively twisted to cover her breasts.