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

by Helena Ray

  When the song ended, Alexis relaxed Jeremiah, hoping for another dance and another opportunity to feel the freedom and ease she had just felt. He pulled away from her, though, and took her hand in his. He started in the direction of her table.

  Her head hung as they walked, and she cursed her bad luck at being rejected twice in one night. Maybe it was time to continue on her road trip. They arrived at her table, still hand in hand, and he pulled out a chair for her. She sat down reluctantly, and much to her surprise, Jeremiah sat down next to her but did not release her hand.

  He stayed close to her and used her hand in his to pull her even closer. Alexis’s spirits lifted when she realized only a few inches separated their faces. “Thank you for the dance,” he said, his gaze locked with hers.

  Jeremiah parted his lips slightly, and Alexis eagerly rushed to return his kiss. Whereas Tristan’s kisses had been hot and demanding, Jeremiah kisses were gentle and romantic but deliberate. He placed one hand underneath her chin as he captured her lips with his.

  They kissed several times, lips brushing against each other with a soft sensuality. Jeremiah finally leaned back, and Alexis saw him blushing for once. The color against his ivory skin gave him a decadent glow.

  “Look at me.” He blinked, and his long eyelashes flicked over his alluring blue eyes. “I can’t go around kissing every pretty girl that walks into my bar.” Alexis turned away, slightly hurt by the comment, and a gentle hand on her cheek turned her back to face him. “Then again, you’re not just any old pretty girl…” He trailed off as he inclined his torso toward and Alexis lifted her face to meet him.

  “Jeremiah, you dog.” Alexis turned to see the very tall and very handsome Alexander Abrams towering over their table. “You know that’s the sort of behavior that gives this dive such a dreadful reputation.”

  “Oh, and you’re one to talk. What did Us magazine call you? Most prolific playboy of the twenty-first century?” Jeremiah delivered his insult in a steady deadpan, only his lip curling at the end of the phrase hinting at his amusement.

  “You know those days are over,” Alexander said, and a short woman with dark brown hair came up and wrapped her hand around his waist. They made quite a pair with what looked like a foot difference in their height.

  Jeremiah introduced Alexis to Alexander and his wife Robin and explained that she was stopping in Male Order on her road trip to famous dance locales. They excused themselves quickly, leaving just Alexis and Jeremiah alone again.

  “I can’t believe that’s Alexander Abrams. He looks nothing like all the pictures.”

  “That’s just how the Lasso works,” Jeremiah explained. “It doesn’t matter how much money you have, how old you are, how many husbands you have—”

  “Wait.” What Jeremiah had just said had Alexis’s head spinning. “How many husbands? You mean people have more than one?” Jeremiah laughed, and this time Alexis felt a bit chagrined at his amusement. “What? That’s not normal, is it?”

  “Tristan wasn’t lying, you really don’t know, do you?” He shook his head as if in disbelief. “Male Order is known for its ménage relationships. Two or even three husbands loving one spectacular woman. It really does work quite well.”

  “You’re crazy,” was all Alexis could manage.

  “No, I’m not. Alexander and Robin? They looked quite in love, right? Well, Robin has another husband, and he’s crazy about her, too.”

  Alexis sat there in total awe. Two men? Her insides began to stir at the suggestion. After feeling the incredible sensations one man could give her, she couldn’t begin to imagine what having two men at once would feel like. Between kissing Jeremiah and fantasizing about two men pleasuring her at once, the crotch of her panties was rapidly dampening.

  “It’s a lot to process, I know,” Jeremiah said. “But right now I just want to talk about you.” He ran a finger across her jawline, and she shuddered at the soft caress. The heat in his eyes warmed her from the inside out and gave her all sorts of ideas of what he could do to her. After he had been so open about the sharing apparently rampant in Male Order, Alexis figured she could make her move.

  “We could talk about me more,” she said, running her fingernails lightly across the skin of his arm. He shuddered a little at the touch, further strengthening Alexis’s resolve. “But I’d rather talk somewhere more private. I’m staying downtown.”

  Several emotions flicked across Jeremiah’s face, finally landing on a look of cool civility. “Alexis, that would be nice.” He cleared his throat. “But I have responsibilities here. I’m afraid I’ll have to tend to those.”

  She sank in her chair again, the weight of disappointment and abandonment weighing on her shoulders again. “That’s okay,” she said.

  Jeremiah stood and placed a hand on Alexis’s shoulder. “But another time, okay?” She looked up and saw something genuine in his expression. Against her better judgment, she nodded her agreement.

  Watching people on the dance floor only made Alexis feel worse, and despite the fact that the Lasso was open another hour and the floor was still packed, she decided to head back into Male Order. Today had started out with such promise. Tristan was unlike anyone she’d ever known, and so was Jeremiah.

  Oh well. At least it’s a chance to stay in and think about what Jeremiah said some more. The idea of having two men at the same time had her pussy demanding she leave the hall and get somewhere where she could find someone to relieve her arousal. And soon.

  Chapter 5

  It was midnight by the time Tristan escaped the confines of the Dallas skyscraper and made it back to Male Order’s finest luxury bar, The Boom Boom Room. He waved to a couple of friends as he strolled in, even though he was in no mood to be friendly. After ditching Alexis today, nothing had been able to cheer him.

  He leaned against the wooden bar at the right of the entrance and nodded at the bartender. He stayed that way while he drank his beer and refused the bartender’s attempts at consolation in favor of his solitude. When he did lift his head to order another beer, the sight of the high-class bar and its similarly high-class clientele made him feel uncomfortable and completely out of place.

  He took his drink and sauntered to an empty table in the corner. Everyone in the place was decked out in designer suits and drinking the fanciest wines and spirits money could buy. And while Tristan certainly liked to indulge his palate for fine Scotch every now and then, he was perfectly happy with whatever beer was on tap.

  A commotion in the bar caused him to stop his investigation of the little bubbles in his beer and look up out of curiosity. Several young men in the bar shuffled toward the entrance, and Tristan soon saw why. A long-legged blonde beauty entered the bar, wearing only a very short and very flimsy white cotton sundress. The neckline dipped quite low, giving every man in the bar a good view of her round bosom.

  Damn it, that was his round bosom. He shot up from his chair and crossed the room toward where Alexis stood by the bar, surrounded by a gaggle of men eager to ply her with alcohol.

  “Oh, yes, I’m from Kansas and just on a road trip, you see,” she said to one man who threw an arm around her. She batted her eyelashes as she gracefully accepted his offer to buy her a drink.

  “Oh no you don’t, buddy.” Tristan moved to block the man from approaching the bar to order for Alexis.

  “I don’t think it’s any of your business who buys that lovely lady a drink.” He eyed Tristan up and down, taking in his muddy cowboy boots and stained T-shirt. “Fucking roughnecks,” he muttered under his breath.

  “What did you call me?” This guy was horning in on his woman, and now he was insulting him. He had no idea how much trouble he was in for.

  “A roughneck. Do you need me to define that for you? It’s a type of guy that can’t afford a drink in a bar like this.” The guy smirked as he tried to step around Tristan.

  “You have no idea how much trouble you’re in, boy.”

  “Stop it!” Soft fingers wrapped aro
und his arm and jerked him away. He turned to see Alexis looking infuriated. He allowed her to pull him away from the other man, although he did give a smug smile of victory to his challenger as Alexis led him by the arm.

  “What kind of macho display was that?” Her eyes glinted with an anger Tristan hadn’t thought her capable of.

  “What kind of display do you think you’re pulling, Alexis?” he countered. “Showing up to a bar after midnight dressed like that. You think that guy just wanted to chat with you?”

  “Maybe I wanted to do more than chat with him.” Alexis crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Look, you’re a nice girl from Kansas. Do you know what kind of bait that is to a man?”

  “Apparently not bait enough for you to be interested in seeing me for more than one night.”

  Wait, what? Tristan had thought about nothing but Alexis all day and all evening. Did she think that he had blown her off? It dawned on him that it would seem a little odd that a foreman would be so involved in a lawsuit that he would be deposed on a weekend. Shit, his act had worked a little too well this time.

  “Alexis, I wanted to see you tonight. I really did need to go to that deposition.” He timidly started to play with the hair at the back of her neck. When she didn’t object, he took a step closer. “I want to see you all the time. I want to know everything about you.”

  “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better, too.”

  She blushed, and all Tristan wanted was to see her blush more when he made her come again. He used his hand on her neck to drag her face toward his. She stepped closer, and he was preparing to kiss her when she suddenly twisted away and held up her hands.

  “Stop.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I can’t do this without telling you something.”

  Damn, this girl was full of dramatic revelations. “What, gorgeous?”

  “I kissed Jeremiah tonight.” She said it matter-of-factly, looking Tristan square in the eyes, daring him to object to her behavior.

  He did anything but object. He rejoiced inside, elated that Jeremiah had gotten over his “no romance until the case is closed” attitude and seen what an incredible woman Tristan had happened upon.

  “Oh, baby,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “That is just fine. Jeremiah’s like a brother to me. We share everything.”

  She started to say something but stopped, her mouth hanging open at Tristan’s words. Nothing like bringing up a ménage a trois to get a lady all riled up. She shook her head and smiled at Tristan.

  “So.” She bit her lip and looked down coyly. Her innocence just made his cock grow harder. “You still wanna kiss me then?”

  Tristan wasted no time obliging her flirtatious suggestion, taking her in both of his arms and capturing her soft lips in his. This time, there was no hesitation in her response. She moved against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, and didn’t object when he reached a hand down to cup her ass. She even let out a soft moan, doubtless lost in the Saturday night clamor, when he moved his lips to her neck and took her soft skin between his teeth.

  Tristan lifted his head to take a quick glance around the bar. He pushed Alexis backward toward a shadowed dip in the wall, safe from the direct view of any patrons, for the moment at least. Alexis moved backward compliantly, never releasing her grip on him or taking his lips away from some part of his skin.

  Alexis pushed her hips into his, and his erection grew even harder. He pushed back into her, desperate for any sort of friction or pressure on his straining cock. When she moaned into his mouth, she gave him the courage to snake a hand between them. He first massaged her breast, reveling in the warmth, and she reacted by wrapping one leg around his and pushing her barely covered pussy against his leg. He slipped his hand beneath her neckline and pinched her nipple, eliciting a soft but choked sigh. His hand ventured farther south, over the round curve of her ass and down to the hemline of her dress. Tristan reached toward the pussy he could smell dampening and pressed it through the cotton of her dress. Alexis released a sharp breath, and Tristan knew it was time for them to get out of there.

  Reluctantly, he took his hand from the damp heat waiting for him between her legs and stepped backward. “You still want that ride?”

  Alexis nodded enthusiastically and shoved her hand in his. With only a brief stop at the coat rack to grab his jacket and a nod to the bartender, they took off at a near run out of the Boom Boom Room toward where Tristan’s bike waited for them on the street.

  * * * *

  The motorcycle slowed, and Tristan flicked off the headlights, leaving the two of them drenched in darkness. The rumbling motor was the only sound in the deserted countryside. He weaved the bike around hay bales only visible as round outlines against the pale glow of the moonlight. Alexis fingered Tristan’s leather jacket as she pressed herself closer to him. Their ride had exhilarated her, the adrenaline heightening every sense. The world seemed sharper, even in the darkness, and Tristan somehow even more masculine and alluring.

  The bike came to an abrupt halt, and Tristan killed the motor. Alexis looked around and determined that they were in the middle of an empty hay field, nothing around them for miles. She knew that should set off so many warning bells inside of her, but being with Tristan felt so right, so natural.

  He twisted out of her embrace, leaving her feeling bereft of his warmth and his spicy scent. She opened her arms, bodily pleading for him to return to her. He responded to her signal, wrapping both his arms around her waist and lifting her from the seat. He carried her a short distance and set her down on a soft pile of loose hay. She watched his outline against the darkness as he removed his leather jacket and tossed it on the seat of the bike. His impressive figure sauntered toward her. He came to a stop at the edge of the hay pile and stooped down to where Alexis sat. The moon shone just bright enough to give Alexis a glimpse at Tristan’s piercing blue stare.

  Tristan ran his hand down Alexis’s arm, coming to rest on her hand. He grasped it and pulled her toward him. Alexis eagerly reciprocated and met his mouth halfway. His kiss was deliberate and caring, his teeth capturing her lower lip before his tongue reached out to soothe the slight pulsing of pain.

  He broke the kiss far too soon for Alexis’s liking and pressed his forehead against her. He squeezed her hand tighter, and she tried to find some sort of meaning in what she could see of his gaze.

  “I want to make love to you, Alexis.”

  Oh god. This was it. This was the moment. Her pussy clenched at the idea of the foreign sensation of being filled with cock. She bit her lip as she remembered how thick he was and how hard she had to work to stretch her mouth around his girth. Even though it caused her a bit of unease, the thought mostly caused slick juices to flow from her cunt, signaling exactly how ready she was to take all of Tristan’s cock inside of her.

  “I want to make love to you, too.” Alexis had never heard her voice so breathless or so shaky.

  “You sure, baby?” Tristan rubbed her back while he waited for her answer. The feeling of being in his arms with his plump, kissable lips only centimeters from her abolished any trace of uncertainty.

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

  Her words must have proven her resolve to Tristan. He closed the gap between their lips, his kiss more passionate than it had been before. Alexis’s excitement began ripping away her inhibitions. She reveled in the hot wetness of Tristan’s tongue and mouth, pushing every part of herself closer to him, wanting him to drive her to the utter apex of pleasure. She ran her hands over his hard, muscular chest down to where the hem of his T-shirt met the waistband of his jeans. She pushed a hand against his stomach in an attempt to remove his shirt and gasped into Tristan’s mouth when she felt his erection brush against the back of her hand. She lowered her hand to the bulge and began to rub, but Tristan broke their kiss and stilled her hand.

  “No, don’t try to control it.” He wrapped his hands around both her wrists and lo
wered her back onto the hay. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

  She shivered, suddenly cold at the absence of his heat. He stood and crossed to his bike. Alexis stayed on the hay bale but watched carefully as he fished keys out of his pocket. A moment later, the headlight flicked on, bathing them both in its peripheral glow.

  “You’re too beautiful not to watch while I make love to you.” Tristan turned toward her, and her heart began its frantic dance yet again at the sight of him. As he returned to her, his expression turned into an alluring mixture of predatory lust and tender affection. He knelt in front of her, and the shaking in his limbs betrayed how much he was holding back.

  He removed his T-shirt, the light casting angular shadows over the sinewy muscles in his stomach, and reached for Alexis’s dress. Her breath caught in her throat, a mixture of burning desire and anxiety arresting her lungs. Tristan brushed his lips against hers and nuzzled the rough stubble of his five o’clock shadow against her cheek.

  His hands began their descent down her body, and Tristan danced his fingers lightly over her curves and stopped to brush against her pebbled nipples. Alexis panted in anticipation, her excitement mounting with every gentle caress. He traced his hands down her sides and finally they came to rest on the hem of her short, lacy white dress. His hands continued their descent, and he massaged her upper thighs.

  Alexis couldn’t take this slow teasing anymore. Her body’s demands broke through her anxiety, turning her into a whimpering creature begging for another touch, another lick, another orgasm

  Finally, Tristan dragged his hands upward, moving up her inner thighs, each movement bringing him closer to the center of her need. She moved her hips, urging Tristan to move faster and bring some sort of relief to her weeping pussy. Just when it seemed he was about to succumb to her need, he sat back on his knees and grasped the hem of her dress. He pulled it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Her white cotton bra and thong didn’t allow her to hide anything, but Alexis loved being this bare in front of Tristan.