Ray, Helena - A Bride for Two Playboys [Male Order, Texas 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Helena Ray

  “I’m sorry about today,” Alexander said softly, leaning down so she could hear him. “I shouldn’t have acted that way. You were just trying to do your job. I got in the way.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m such an asshole.”

  Robin felt a twisting in her chest at his heartfelt apology. And though she would never have believed it this afternoon, she rushed to assuage his guilt.

  “Hey.” Robin sought out his eyes and held his gaze. “You are a little bit of an asshole, but that doesn’t matter right now. I interrupted you today and forgot to call ahead.” Alexander shook his head again, and she noticed the stubble on his chin. She had never seen him anything but cleanly shaved, and this new shadow on his face made him look so much more human.

  “I shouldn’t have tried to intimidate you, though. It’s just...” He looked away, and Robin thought she could see vulnerability play across his features.

  She brought her hand to rest against his chest. It felt firm and warm against her fingers, and she struggled to pay attention to anything else. “Don’t worry. It’s in the past. Let’s just dance, okay?” Robin’s fingers played with the pocket on his shirt. Alexander took her hand in his again and spun her out slowly. Once Robin landed against him again, his face showed only vulnerability and openness.

  “It’s just that you’re with Bryant.” She opened her mouth to reply that Bryant had made that impossible, but the gravity in his expression silenced her. He made eye contact with Robin and stated his next words very clearly. “And I want you to be with me, too.”

  Her jaw dropped. The band scored the moment perfectly.

  “And I’m crazy for loving you.”

  * * * *

  After Bryant told him of the ultimatum he gave Robin, Alexander couldn’t stand to hang around the estate any longer. He could have gone down to the Boom Boom Room and downed that bottle of Chateau Mouton Rothschild 1982 he knew they had stashed away somewhere. He could have raced his Ferrari Enzo as fast as he could into Dallas and crashed one of the many illicit poker games he knew were going on in the basements of Highland Park mansions. And god knows, that’s the sort of thing he would have done in France or in his first year back in Male Order.

  Everything changed the moment Robin walked into his life. He and Bryant both fell for her instantly, although Bryant was much more eager to admit that fact. It only became clear to him in that moment. As he held Robin like a porcelain doll on the dance floor, he finally allowed himself to realize the depth of his feelings. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman. She was beautiful, no one could deny that, but so much more was there. She cared about things, and her passion was obvious in everything she did. Their many fights told Alexander that he didn’t scare her in the least. And when he saw her relaxed and bantering with the women who had surrounded him his entire life, he knew that he wanted her forever.

  Alexander didn’t know that infamous pack of Male Order women had chosen the rural dance hall as their destination for the evening. His parents had taken him dancing here since he was old enough to know the difference between a two-step and a polka. His happiest memories all happened here. Sitting with the locals while his mother took turns dancing with his fathers, taking Bryant here when he came home for his twenty-first birthday—everything good in Alexander’s life seemed to be connected to this dingy, low-roofed barn in the middle of nowhere. He had danced in the finest dance halls money could buy, but this one would always be his favorite.

  When he realized that neither booze, nor cars, nor cards could cure his sullen mood, he retreated to his rural haven. There, he was never forced into the role of Alexander Abrams, spoiled heir. He was just Al, a kid who had grown up sitting at those rickety card tables drinking soured Lone Star.

  As Alexander expected, he was greeted enthusiastically by all of the regulars. His mood was cured after hearing tales of life on the ranch. He exchanged goodhearted insults with the men and women who had played a fairly large role in raising him. After the death of his parents, this was the closest to home he could get.

  Then he had spotted a slight girl with soft chocolate brown hair swishing behind her as she danced with one of the town’s elderly residents. She clearly didn’t know too much about dancing, but she appeared to be in high spirits anyway. He forgot about her as he palled around with the dance hall’s proprietor and made sure to dance with every woman in the bar, but he realized who it was when he approached the table of women from Male Order. His mother used to run with that crowd, and they had been invaluable during her illness and the chemotherapy. He could never play the role of the petulant brat with them.

  His heart thrilled at the opportunity to show Robin that his persona was just an act, a wall around his real self he erected after his mother’s death and his reaction to it. He still felt so guilty for abandoning his fathers in favor of gambling away his fortune and his responsibility. When she hesitated to follow him onto the floor, his whole world floated in suspension. He knew that once he brought himself to be real with Robin, she would see her feelings clearly, too. They were two atoms in a molecule, and it had always been that way.

  Her body felt so precious in his arms. When he spun her out and she clung to him upon her return, he knew he was in. Now he only had to admit how he felt.

  “And I want you to be with me, too.”

  The song came to a close, and the rest of the dance hall faded from Alexander’s awareness. He saw only Robin and her round, pink mouth hanging open. She closed her eyes and breathed. Alexander’s heart pounded harder in his chest. He knew that, no matter what her response, this was a turning point in his life.

  Her eyes opened, and Alexander gazed deeply into the pools of melted chocolate. He saw nothing but affection there, no trace of the defensive, overbearing looks he had provoked from her earlier. Every nerve ending in his body zinged to life. She was going to say yes. He knew it. He felt her hand move and watched her place it just where her head had rested against his chest. Her finger traced around one of the round pearl snaps as she returned her stare to his face.

  “I have to be insane for doing this,” she said quietly.

  Unable to contain himself, he wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, leaned down, and pulled her face against his. The band started back up, but the two of them stood in the middle of the floor, locked in passionate embrace. His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring the hidden depths that occupied his fantasies. She returned his passion, standing on her toes and suckling his bottom lip. They stayed that way underneath the flickering glow of the neon beer signs and the dance hall’s dim lighting, everyone else on the dance floor whirling to life around them. Alexander felt Robin smile against his mouth as the band hit the chorus of their tune.

  “Starry eyes forever shall be mine.”

  He reluctantly lifted his face from hers and cupped her face in his hands. He could feel the blood coursing through her veins, nearly as quickly as his own. Her lips were flushed to a deep pink and betrayed her arousal. Alexander was so thrilled to have this woman in his life, to have her to talk to and argue with, but that color in her lips made him want to do only one thing. Fuck her. His cock stirred in agreement.

  After their earlier interaction, he was slightly embarrassed at the evidence of his excitement growing against her, but she seemed not to mind, leaning into his erection.

  “Robin,” he whispered, “let’s get out of here.”

  She nodded her agreement, and Alexander wrapped an arm around her and guided her toward the exit.

  “Hold on.” She broke away from him for a moment and headed in the direction of the Male Order ladies. She weaved her way to their table and grabbed her bag. As she retreated, they all simultaneously waved their hands at her in shooing motions and shouted their supports.

  “You go get it, honey!”

  “Don’t worry about us!”

  “Mmm, that’s quite a cowboy you got there.” That one was from Greta.

  When Robin returned to his waiting
arms, her blush had intensified.

  “Don’t worry about them, beautiful.” Alexander raised a hand to brush against the warm flesh of her cheek, the sensation sending a lightning bolt of arousal to his cock. “This is just par for the course in their world.”

  He led her toward the exit, both of them hurrying to find release from the sudden realization. As they waited for a group of dancers to clear the door, Robin stood on tiptoes and said against Alexander’s neck, “I’m so happy.” Her breath ruffled the curls at the base of his neck, and he smiled down at her.

  “For the first time in a long time, I’m happy, too. So happy, Robin.”

  The group finally moved, clearing their path to the exit, and the two of them rushed out, eager to be away from the prying eyes of the bar’s patrons.

  Chapter 9

  A slight pain zinged through Robin’s back as Alexander slammed her against the aluminum siding on the back of the dance hall. The smell of rust coupled with Alexander’s expensive cologne filled her senses and drove her mad. Alexander continued the assault on her mouth he had begun inside and pushed Robin harder against the dance hall. A fleeting thought about whether rubbing up against such rusty siding was really a good idea entered Robin’s mind, but Alexander landed a bite on her jawline, and the thought dissipated.

  His hand snaked between them and tugged at the buttons of Robin’s plaid shirt. Once he had gotten a wide enough opening through which to push his hand, he cupped one of her breasts in his hand. Even through her black lace bra, the touch kindled something animalistic inside of her. She wrapped her right leg around Alexander’s muscular ass, hoping he would get the hint. He did and wrapped both of her legs around his waist so she was suspended between Alexander’s body and the wall behind her.

  From this angle, Robin could feel exactly how much the situation aroused Alexander. He humped against her, brushing his considerable bulge against her quickly dampening mound in tempo with his ministrations on her mouth. Suddenly, the tight western jeans she had so admired on Alexander seemed entirely unnecessary.

  Robin boldly reached her hand downward. Alexander and her new friends from Male Order had broken her shyness that evening, and she was shocked to see her confidence extend into her sexual endeavors. Her hand reached his large oval belt buckle, intricately carved and cast in what Robin assumed was solid gold. Well, damn. The expensive accessory was damn effective. She let out a frustrated noise against Alexander’s mouth, and his hand joined hers in the mission to free his ever-hardening cock.

  Just as the two were about to accomplish their salacious task, they heard two voices laughing and shouting around the corner of the barn. “Shit.” Alexander took Robin in his arms and hurried her behind an abandoned truck rusting at the back of the barn.

  “Well, I’ll be,” one drunken voice bellowed into the darkness. “Little Al done found himself a woman who doesn’t even look like a hooker.”

  Even in the faint glow of the neon sign, Robin could see Alexander’s cheeks redden.

  “What you wanna bet he’s been a-courtin’ her for weeks? He don’t just take to any old girl like he did that little lady. She was a downright looker, too,” the second voice added. This time it was Robin’s turn to blush.

  Their voices faded, and Robin heard a car door slam closed. She glanced down at her half-unbuttoned blouse and her nipple poking out from under the intricate floral trim. She and Alexander exchanged a knowing look and quickly began righting their disheveled clothing.

  Once they had finished their adjustments, Alexander straightened himself and extended a hand to Robin. She took his hand, closed the distance between them, and leaned her head against his chest. She felt warm when wrapped inside Bryant’s muscular mass, but being held against Alexander’s tall, lean form gave her an entirely different sensation. Excitement pulsed through Robin’s veins as she ran a hand up the sinewy muscles in Alexander’s arm.

  The intimate touch set something off in Alexander, and he scooped Robin into his arms. Although she hardly objected to literally being swept off her feet, the action did confuse her. He sped up his pace, nearly breaking to a run. She was about to ask him what the rush was when she saw where he was headed. Bryant’s truck. She would recognize the rugged blue Tacoma anywhere.

  They reached their destination, and Alexander hauled open the door to the cab. All semblance of the elegant, standoffish man Robin knew vanished as he laid her across the bench, climbed in after her, and closed the door. Before Robin could adjust to her new surroundings, Alexander was on top of her, his hand entwining in her hair as he pressed kisses against her collarbone.

  “Robin, I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you,” he said, his husky voice betraying a deep desire. “When Bryant fucked you...” Alexander cleared his throat then lifted his head and looked into Robin’s eyes. “I couldn’t take it. I needed you.” With that, he brushed his erection against her crotch. “And not just sexually.” He steadied himself on one hand and brought his free hand up to trace the outline of Robin’s lips. “You’re a pistol, Ms. Lawrence.” A rare hint of a Texas accent slipped into his voice. “And I don’t want you going anywhere.” Alexander’s trademark mischievous smirk crawled across his face. “Even if you bug the living shit out of me sometimes.”

  Robin placed her hand on the side of his face, and he turned his head and kissed her palm. “Alexander,” she whispered, followed by a light, lingering kiss. “You infuriate me, but I can’t get enough of you.”

  Alexander leaned down to kiss Robin fully, and their kiss escalated in a matter of seconds. Soon, he was humping her in earnest, and all Robin wanted was for him to sink that massive cock into her. She tried to iterate such through an ardent thrust of her hips, but the sound of the car next to them starting up interrupted her bodily request.

  The noise startled Alexander, and he bolted upright. He leaned over to kiss Robin again, then turned his attention to the dashboard and started the truck. “I know a place.”

  Those were the only words spoken as the truck wound its way out of the parking lot and back onto the dusty farm-to-market road that led to civilization. Occasionally, Robin and Alexander reached out to touch each other with heat and affection, and Robin even landed a kiss against Alexander’s neck, but they were silent as he drove. Alexander missed the exit to Male Order, and before Robin could say anything, he took a sharp turn into a wide field with a few cattle sprinkled around. Robin was stunned. Of all the things she thought could happen tonight, sitting in a cow pasture with Alexander Abrams was absolutely last on her list.

  The car jolted to a halt, Alexander switched off the ignition, and their gazes met. Before Robin could register what was happening, the two locked in passionate embrace. Their mouths plundered each other, tongues probing into wet heat, urgent with the desperation for closer, more intimate connection. Alexander pulled Robin onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his midsection and rubbed her drenched pussy against the rough fabric of his jeans. Suddenly, a warm breeze blew through Robin’s hair, and she felt herself being removed from the truck’s cab. Her body refused to let go of Alexander, heedless of where he was carrying her.

  A crash sounded, and cold metal replaced the warm breeze against Robin’s back. Alexander’s weight pressed her against the metal, and she opened her eyes to find herself lying prone on the truck bed. Alexander sat up, undoing the pearl snaps on his shirt, revealing a sleek, muscular chest. The long, sinewy muscles rippled as he shoved the shirt from his shoulders and sent it flying over the edge of the truck. Robin reached out to touch the washboard abs he had just revealed. She shuddered at the combination of the hard masculinity of his muscles and the smoothness of his olive skin.

  Alexander returned to his position hovering above Robin and took her earlobe between his teeth. A shriek escaped her lips at the sudden erotic pain. She nearly silenced herself then remembered they were actually in the middle of nowhere. There was no one around to hear them. Her moans increased in volume as Alexander continued to e
xplore her upper body with his mouth.

  He laved at the valley between her breasts, and he began unbuttoning Robin’s shirt. He trailed hot kisses along her skin as he slowly, painfully slowly, undid all the buttons on Robin’s shirt. Her breath had quickened to only short pants by the time he finished and pushed her shirt from her shoulders. His mouth hovered just below her belly button, and he nipped at the skin just above the button to her scandalously short and tight denim cut-off shorts. Alexander looked up into Robin’s eyes as he placed both of his hands against the clasp.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin. “I want to see just how beautiful you are everywhere.”

  His words sent electric bolts of pure heat straight to Robin’s pussy, and she was certain she must have soaked through the denim crotch of her shorts by now. More liquefied passion dripped between her thighs when she remembered that she had eschewed any sort of panties this evening. Her tight shorts showed all sorts of panty lines, and a girl’s night out always necessitated some sort of walk on the wild side. Now, the arousal of that decision pulsed in her nipples and pussy as she realized that Alexander would soon uncover the core of her pleasure.

  He undid the button on her shorts and slid down the zipper in reverence. His hands cupped underneath her ass, kneading and squeezing before he removed her shorts in one swift motion. They joined what Robin realized must be a substantial pile of shucked clothing surrounding the truck. She shivered as she felt the hot breeze of Alexander’s gasp tickle against her dampness.

  “Bloody hell.” He cursed as he splayed a long-fingered hand over the top of Robin’s thigh and dug his fingers into her tightening muscles. “You came prepared for this, didn’t you?” The look in his eyes darkened, and he slunk forward up Robin’s body like a lion hunting a juicy gazelle. He held his weight on one arm as another slid underneath Robin and expertly unhooked her bra. He discarded that garment as well and pinched one nipple between his fingers. Hard. Robin’s chest heaved at the sharp sensation tugging at both her nipple and her clit.