Chapter Five
“What do you mean, I should stay here and let them protect me?”
Having borrowed Chad’s cell phone, Elise had listened to Shea for the last fifteen minutes. She explained how her stalker had been captured and she’d fallen head over heels in love with the programmers who had been hired to create their website. After finding out everything her best friend had gone through, Elise was still skeptical hearing that Shea had fallen in love. She’d known these men for a few days, and here she was, talking about moving from their small town of Atherston, Illinois, up to the big city of Chicago.
Not knowing what to say to that news, Elise switched the conversation to her earlier attack and how she was spending the night with Chad and Dakota, in their guest bedroom. Shea must have heard the tremor in her voice when she spoke of the men, because her friend immediately picked up on it.
“Take it from me, Elise, if you want them, then go for it. Gray and Ian are the best things that ever happened to me.”
“I never said I wanted them, Shea. I’m not interested in a relationship, and certainly not with two men.”
“Well, at least stay with them until whoever attacked you is caught. I don’t like the thought of you driving back to Illinois on your own with someone after you. Cyn would agree with me, too.”
“I left her a message, by the way. She was driving to Indiana to see her aunt and then check out the other town you had researched. If you speak with her first, will you please let her know what’s going on?”
“Sure. Just stay by your men and let them keep you safe. Touch base with me tomorrow.” Elise heard Shea muffle some words against the speaker, obviously speaking with someone who was with her. “Hey, maybe we can have a double wedding.”
“Nice try, Shea,” Elise retorted wryly. “That’s not going to happen, because I’m going to make sure that they are the first candidates for our website.”
“Oh, Elise. You certainly have a lot to learn about love.”
Shea laughed and then bid her goodnight. Before Elise could respond to her last statement, Shea had disconnected their call. Elise cursed at the fact she didn’t get to reply, but it was something she was used to. Shea and Cyn always managed to get the last word in. She leaned over the tub and laid Chad’s cell phone on the rug. Sinking back down in the bubbles, Elise tried to close her eyes and relax.
Five minutes later, Elise knew that wasn’t going to happen. All she kept picturing behind her closed eyelids were Chad and Dakota posed in different positions like those on the covers of her books. What would it be like to have them make love to her? Elise had always maintained that she wouldn’t have a relationship, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have sex. But then that would bring up the subject of why she was still a virgin, and Elise didn’t want to get into that.
Men made such a big deal out of a little bit of body tissue. So what that her hymen hadn’t been broken. That didn’t mean she didn’t know the mechanics of sex. Hell, describing sex scenes was how she made her living. She knew exactly what to do and how to do it. Between reading and watching videos, Elise probably knew more about sex than somebody who had actually had multiple partners.
No one knew her body like she did. Which was how she knew that being around Chad and Dakota all day long had her body set to explode. She wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through their black, silky hair. She loved the natural wave that each of them had. When Chad had kissed her earlier, she’d been blown away. The taste of his tongue on hers was like an explosion of sweet sugar. Did Dakota taste like that, too?
Elise rubbed her legs together, trying to ease the throbbing that had taken up residence in her clit. From the moment she had set eyes on them exiting the bar and seen their sexy laugh lines around their eyes, her body had had an instant reaction. It was a good thing she had a suitcase full of clothes, so she could change into new panties after her bath.
Elise glanced at the closed bathroom door, knowing it wasn’t locked. They wouldn’t come in here, would they? Not taking her eyes off the door, she slowly slid her hand underneath the bubbles and down her body. When her fingers came in contact with her engorged clit, Elise had to bite her lip to keep a moan from escaping. She started to make circular motions, trying to get a rhythm going. When that wasn’t enough, she glided her other hand down until her middle finger was at her entrance. Slipping it inside, she pumped in and out, hoping the small thrusting would help carry her to her goal.
Five minutes later, Elise was getting frustrated with her inability to reach an orgasm. She needed something more than her fingers. Elise looked down at the attached sprayer and considered her options. Listening carefully, she heard the men talking out in the living room and figured she was safe. Elise reached down and took the head off of its faucet. Not wanting to overflow the tub, she pulled the plug and turned on the water. She spread her legs wide and aimed the sprayer right on her clit. Perfect.
The pressure was exactly what she needed. She used her fingers on her left hand to spread her folds. Exposing the engorged set of nerves, the force of the water immediately sent her flying. A tingling sensation traveled up each leg, having started in her toes. By the time it reached her pussy, Elise had to lift her hips to maintain the intensity. In a flash of colors, her clit felt like it exploded and a weightless feeling settled over her body. Keeping the streams of water where they were, Elise rode the waves of her heartbeat until she realized she was holding her breath. Needing to breathe, Elise let go of her lip and sucked in some much-needed oxygen.
Knock, knock.
Elise jumped, the sprayer slipping from her fingers. Giving a yelp, she tried to grab it with her hand, but the force of the water had it swirling around the tub. Dakota burst in as she was trying to make a grab for the hose. Finally managing to get a grip on the white tube, Elise didn’t realize what would happen when she pulled it toward her. Water sprayed up in the air and into her face. She heard Dakota release a few cuss words, and then finally, water had stopped raining down upon her.
Elise tried to wipe her glasses off with her fingers but only ended up smearing the liquid across the lenses. Opening her eyes, she looked up to see Dakota’s shirt soaked through, finally giving her a glimpse of his chest through the white material—and what a chest it was. Moving her eyes farther north, Elise saw droplets of water running down Dakota’s face and tiny dew drops on the end of his curls.
“I am so sorry,” Elise whispered, sinking down into what was left of the bubbles. “I was just—well, I was trying to—I lost control of the sprayer.”
She was too mortified to explain that she had masturbated in their tub because her reaction to them left her sexually frustrated. And on top of that, what was even more humiliating was the fact that the minute she saw his chest, her clit became engorged with more blood. The initial throbbing returned, pulsing through her pussy and making it ache to be filled. She had totally lost control of her body.
“We heard you moaning and thought maybe you were in pain,” Dakota said, looking her over. When his eyes roamed over the white foam and landed on her face, Elise felt a flush steal across her cheeks. “Did you just have an orgasm?”
Elise gave up and slid her back down the porcelain. Holding her breath, she let herself slip underneath the water in order to shield her flaming face, not caring that her glasses were now submerged. The heat of the water did nothing to dispel the color she knew her cheeks must have been displaying. Mortification set in, and she would give anything right now for the tub to swallow her whole.
Hands reached in through the bubbles and hauled her up. Not stopping at where she would be sitting, those strong hands kept going until she was standing on her feet, water cascading down her body. Before she could bring up her arms to shield her breasts from view, Dakota wrapped a soft towel around her. She refused to open her eyes, not wanting to see his face. What did he think of her now?
“Come on, sweetheart.” Keeping the towel tightly around her upper body, Dakota pla
ced an arm underneath her legs and swung her up into his arms. “Let’s get you dried off and into bed. Then we’re going to have a little conversation.”
“I don’t want to have a conversation,” Elise argued, her voice muffled by his wet shirt. Her glasses were digging into her face, but she refused to look up at him and didn’t want to see if Chad was outside the door. “You know, my life is very routine. I know exactly how every day is going to go, and I like it like that. Since I met you guys, my life has been sent into chaos. I don’t like it.”
Elise felt his chest rumble with a laugh. She knew she sounded like an impertinent child who wasn’t getting their way, but she couldn’t help it. She liked everything orderly, knowing what to expect in life.
“Life is supposed to bring us unexpected surprises,” Dakota said.
They must have already walked into his bedroom, because he was setting her down on her feet. Elise felt the towel slipping, along with her glasses. She caught the towel, while Dakota was the one who grabbed for her glasses. Instead of giving them back to her, he placed them somewhere she couldn’t see.
“Not in my world. Would you please hand me my glasses?”
What surprised her most was that instead of doing as she asked, Dakota seized the towel and quickly dried her off. In a blink of an eye, he had her situated under his covers. It amazed her that not once was she truly shy of her nudity. He made her feel like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to take care of her. If only he would hand over her glasses so she could see.
“You don’t need them. You’re going to sleep,” Dakota ordered. When she would have argued, he tucked the sheets tightly underneath her body. “In the morning, we have some errands to run and you’ll come with us. Then we’ll check in with the sheriff and see if he has any leads. As for you thinking you have to take care of your own orgasms, that’s about to change.”
“Now wait a sec—”
“The chemistry between the three of us is indisputable,” Dakota said, speaking right over her. “The sheriff called while you were otherwise occupied and said he doesn’t want you leaving town or he’ll place you in protective custody. So, during that time, Chad and I are going to do our best to convince you to give us a chance. You won’t ever have to give yourself an orgasm again—we’ll be more than happy to accommodate you.”
“The sheriff did not say that,” Elise argued, struggling to get out from underneath the cocoon he had her in. Since his hands were placed on either side of her, he prevented her from succeeding. “And I already told you that technology is far more advanced than any man.”
Elise didn’t need to see to know that her statement got to Dakota, like she’d intended. His body became stiff and he slowly lowered himself until his face was inches from hers. At this close distance, Elise was able to see him clearly. His eyes had turned that cobalt blue they did when he got angry. His nostrils flared a bit, and the muscle in his jaw was ticking. A thrill of something she couldn’t name passed through her and went straight to her pussy.
“Sweetheart, by the time Chad and I get done with you, you’ll be throwing away whatever technology you have,” Dakota murmured, and then promptly melded his mouth to hers.
Where Chad was playful, Dakota was intense. The passion in his kiss was mind-blowing. His tongue swept in, seeming to find every recess her mouth contained. Her lips stung at the pressure, but that just made her want more of what he was giving her. His wet shirt rubbed up against the sheet, making it damp and rough against her nipples. She tried to move, to seek more of that stimulation, but his body prevented her. He suddenly pulled away, leaving her feeling as if a cold bucket of water had just been poured on her. She wanted that warm, fuzzy feeling back.
“Get some sleep,” Dakota said, his voice deep and rough, “before Chad decides to join us and you get more than you bargained for.”
Before Elise could respond, Dakota rose from the bed and walked out the door. Closing it firmly behind him, Elise squinted in hopes of seeing him come back in. Maybe losing her virginity wasn’t such a bad idea. It was obvious to her that her body had taken over, regardless of what her mind was saying. Even with her previous orgasm, her clit ached like it hadn’t been touched in years. She could technically chalk up popping her cherry as research. Thinking of their reaction to being used like that had Elise backing down from that thought immediately. No, it was better to get them to sign up for the website and get them off of this thought that she was who they wanted. Besides, she had someone after her and needed to get the hell out of this town—the sooner, the better.
Chapter Six
“You guys go right ahead. I’ll wait here in the truck.”
Chad couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on Elise’s face. She looked like a little girl on the first day of school that didn’t want to get on the school bus. Her blonde hair was pulled back in its usual ponytail. Her glasses had slipped down her nose a little when she had scrunched it upon hearing that they were visiting his and Dakota’s parents.
Last night, it had taken all of Chad’s inner strength not to join Dakota in the bathroom when he heard the words, “Did you just have an orgasm?” His dick couldn’t have been harder if it had been made of steel. To know Elise had been ten feet from them, stroking her clit and bringing herself off, was more than his body could take. Dakota had warned him they needed to take things slow, especially after her ordeal earlier that evening. But Chad also knew that Elise would bolt the first chance she got. They were making decisions and flying by the seat of their pants.
Dakota had explained who Elise really was and why she had such a jaded view on relationships. He had listened as Dakota laid out his plan, and even he had to admit, it was good. He was usually the one to come up with these ideas, but knowing that their future lay in the balance of the next few days, Dakota seemed to be getting into the swing of things.
“You’re coming in with us. They don’t bite, you know,” Chad said, standing in the open door of the truck. He glanced around, trying to see the area from Elise’s point of view. His parents lived on the south side of town, in a ranch-style home with corrals surrounding both sides. The horses his fathers raised were grazing inside the white fences. Majesty, Chad’s favorite mare, was already standing in the corner area, waiting for her treat. She knew Chad would never arrive without her carrots. Her name suited her, as she thought she deserved to be first in everything. Although, she was quite the jealous horse, not liking when Chad didn’t pay attention to her. “Well, at least my parents won’t. Majesty is another thing all together.”
“Who is Majesty?” Elise asked, pushing her glasses up and looking around.
“Majesty is that pretty mare waiting for me in the corner. I always bring her treats when I visit. So now, every time she hears our truck, she prances over to the corner and waits for me to walk over there. And if you keep me waiting too long, she’s liable to jump it and come take a bite out of your hide for not allowing me to go over there.”
Elise gave a sideways look at the white horse, as if not quite sure if he was telling her the truth. Chad suppressed a laugh, knowing that wasn’t going to win him any points. He looked down at her blue jeans, knowing how good her ass looked in them, and thought of the vision she would make high up on a mare. He and Dakota would have to take her horseback riding one of these days, but now, it was more important she see what kind of relationship their parents had.
“What’s the hold up?” Dakota asked, coming around the front of the truck.
“Elise wants to stay in the truck. She’s being antisocial.”
“I am not being antisocial,” Elise argued, stealing glances over at Majesty. “I just want to head back to town to finish up what I need to do. You guys said this wouldn’t take long, so I’ll just stay here and wait for you.”
“No can do,” Chad answered, shaking his head.
Reaching for her, he clutched her underneath her arms and lifted her out of the truck. Giving her a swat on the rear, he urged he
r to walk over to where Dakota was waiting as he closed the truck door. Elise turned to him with a glare but didn’t argue further.
As she walked between them, Chad thought of doing this every week for Sunday dinner. His mother loved to make a big deal out of their Sunday barbecue, loving that both her boys had decided to stay in Triple and live their lives. Chad and Dakota knew how much family meant to their mother, as she was an only child. To have Elise as part of their lives would give her mother someone else to dote on besides her two sons.
“Give me your hand,” Chad ordered, as they walked up to the corner of the fence. “You can feed Majesty. She’ll be your friend forever.”
Elise was already shaking her head and pulling her hand behind her back. “No, thanks. You can feed her.”
Chad finally let out that laugh he had been holding back. “Give me your hand, honey. I’ll make sure she doesn’t bite.”
He pulled her arm out from behind her back, although it took a little effort. For someone so tiny, she sure had a lot of strength. Dakota was running his hand down Majesty’s nose, giving her the attention she wanted while waiting impatiently for her treat. Her front hooves lifted up and planted back down in the dirt. Chad concentrated on opening up Elise’s hand and placing the baby carrots in the center of her palm.
“Hold your hand flat, like this,” Chad instructed, showing her exactly what he wanted her to do. “If you keep your fingers curled up, she might mistake one of your pretty little fingers as a carrot. And since only Dakota and I get to nibble on your fingers, keep your palm faceup with your hand flat.”
Chad could tell that Elise was nervous, but making sure she knew the proper way to feed a horse was imperative. He wrapped his hand around her wrist and brought her hand up toward Majesty. The mare didn’t need to be asked twice, as her large nose came down toward Elise’s outstretched hand. Majesty opened up her mouth and used her tongue and lips to swipe up her favorite treats. Her tail whipped back and forth, and she lifted one of her front hooves in approval.
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