Daye, Rainey - An Unconventional Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rainey Daye

  “Pull over,” Maggie ordered him, and Alex was so pissed that he complied without comment. As he parked the car and turned to her with an angry glower, she grasped his face in her hands and pulled his mouth to hers in a passionate yet conciliatory kiss before he could say anything.

  He jerked his head out of her grasp with an angry growl. “What the fuck is with you?” he wanted to know, clearly confused by her turnaround yet still quite angry over her harsh condemnation just before.

  “I’m sorry. I really am. I treated you just like your high-school girlfriends did whenever you whipped out a condom during your make-out sessions with them. I even promised myself when you told me about it that I would never act that way. And at the first opportunity, I did just that. I reacted without thinking. I forgot that you live by the scout motto. I’m so sorry,” she repeated.

  “Maggie,” he groaned, squeezing his forehead in his hand. “I can’t handle these mood swings of yours. I don’t want to have to walk on eggshells around you, scared shitless that I’m going to say or do something to piss you off.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. Maybe it’s PMS. I don’t know. Call me on it in the future, please. Just remind me that you were a scout or something to get me to pull my head out of my ass. I don’t know why I got so irrational just now. I really don’t. But I really, really do want to make love with you.”

  Alex groaned at her words as they seemed to further diffuse his anger at her. Not that his anger had diffused his raging hard-on, if that bulge in his jeans was any indication. If anything, he seemed to be even harder, and still upset enough that he looked perfectly fine with having angry sex right now. He reached out to her, and Maggie happily tried to scramble across the driving console and climb into his lap. But the steering wheel was in the way, so Maggie latched on to him and tried to yank him into her seat instead while she twined her tongue desperately with his.

  Alex suddenly let out a yelp and broke away from their kiss.

  “What?” Maggie cried, desperately trying to reclaim his lips.

  “I banged my hip on the parking brake,” he replied as he leaned back toward her and gave her breast an almost painful squeeze. She groaned and thrust her chest out toward him, and he yanked open her shirt before he once again freed her breast from her bra and raised it to his mouth. She whimpered as he sucked it hungrily, pressing her nipple against the roof of his mouth and scraping his teeth along her flesh while he cupped her with his other hand.

  He then pulled away with a growl and moved to open his car door so that he could come around to her side without bruising himself, when a passing car on the two-lane road had him quickly jerking his door shut with a muttered oath. Looking back at her, he said, “Look, I have no problem having sex with you in a car, but I don’t think this is the time or place for that. So I’m just going to go ahead and get us to that motel, now.”

  Maggie moaned, not knowing if she could wait that long. She squeezed her breast in her hand and reached down to fiercely grip her loins in her other hand, digging her fingers in harshly to relieve the ache as she whimpered because she was being forced to wait for her desperately needed release. Alex had turned his head to look over his shoulder before pulling back out onto the road, and as he turned back to face front, he caught a glimpse of her out of his peripheral vision. Groaning, he licked his lips and said hungrily, “Masturbate yourself for me, baby.”

  She froze and shot him a startled look. Reaching over, he unzipped her jeans and pushed her hand down the front. He placed his hand over hers and gave a squeeze before repeating, “Masturbate for me, baby.”

  Maggie whimpered as she felt herself complying. Alex swallowed hard and then pulled back onto the road. Maggie was in such sexual turmoil that only hard and rough would ease her tension. She squeezed herself fiercely, digging her fingers almost painfully into the flesh of her loins as if trying to scratch a particularly troubling itch deep under her skin. She scooted her hips farther down the seat so she could dig even deeper and arched her back as she writhed and moaned next to him, while Alex offered throaty sounds of encouragement and appreciation. Her eyes closed, and her head whipped back and forth as her back arched.

  “Give me a taste,” Alex grated, and she removed her hand from her jeans and offered it to him as she dropped her other hand from her breast and thrust it between her legs so that she could continue with her self-ministration. Alex groaned in bliss as he took her wet hand in his and suckled her fingers before releasing it. “Use both hands now,” he encouraged her, and she slipped it back between her legs.

  Maggie screamed as her body suddenly locked with her orgasm before she started to shake and writhe uncontrollably in the seat next to him. Alex bit out a harsh curse in reaction and whipped the car into the motel lot just ahead. He pulled up in front of the office and jumped out of the car, leaving the ignition running and his door open as he rushed inside to get them a room while Maggie lay sprawled in her seat, her hands still kneading her loins while being wracked with aftershocks.

  Alex hurried back out to the car and drove them to the end of the long one-floor building. He parked in front of a door and shut off the ignition before getting out of the car and racing around it to open her door. He reached in and pulled her out into his arms. As soon as she was on her feet, her legs buckled, and Alex supported her weight as he half walked, half carried her to the motel-room door where he put the old-fashioned key in the lock and turned the knob.

  Once inside the room, he slammed the door behind them. Not bothering to turn on the lights or pull shut the curtains, he pushed her toward the bed as he pulled out his wallet and fished out the condom. Gripping her arm and turning her at the last moment so she landed on her back, he placed the condom in his teeth and ripped open the foil packet as he dropped his wallet on the floor. He then reached down and gripped her jeans and panties, pulling them off her with one yank, her shoes coming off with them. He undid his own jeans and pushed them down to his knees as he quickly unrolled the condom over his cock before he fell down between her legs and entered her to the hilt in a single thrust. His own roar of pleasure matched her scream as she orgasmed again from that very first penetration.

  Alex began to thrust hard inside her, rough with his possession of her. She dug her nails into his ass as he pounded inside her, and her body continuously spasmed. His back finally arched, and his body stiffened as he found his release with a loud shout. His hips then began to slowly, almost languidly, thrust inside her as he finished while she wrapped her limbs around him.

  He finally collapsed heavily on top of her while Maggie’s arms fell out to her sides, and she tried to control the shivers that were occasionally still rushing over her body. Whether she fainted or fell asleep or even died for a moment, she didn’t know or care. Nor did the suffocating weight of Alex lying atop her as he gasped for breath do anything to dispel her lust.

  She moaned in loss as Alex’s cock finally softened and he slipped out of her. He rolled off her and over onto his back then, still breathing raggedly. “Let me catch my breath, Mags,” he finally said, “and then I’ll go out to the car to get that box of condoms, because I fully intend to take you thoroughly and slowly next time.”

  And Maggie found herself impatient for him to fully deliver on that promise.

  Chapter 11

  Jess paced impatiently, waiting for Alex to get Maggie back to the house. Bastard. Jess cursed Alex for keeping her out all day. He had finally called home around 5:00 p.m. to let him know they were finally on their way. Not that he could really blame Alex for taking advantage of the fact that his first date with Maggie lent itself to being an all-day activity. Especially when he fully intended to do the same thing himself on some of his future dates with her.

  Still, how about a little consideration? After all, by Maggie’s own admission, it had been years since she had ridden a horse. What if she were too sore from her activities with Alex that day and asked to cancel so she could take a long bath in a hot tub to soak her tir
ed and abused muscles that hadn’t been exercised like that for so long? He didn’t know if he could be a gentleman about it as he considered the fact that his first date with her could very well be pushed back even further.

  He finally heard Alex pull into the driveway and hurried upstairs as he heard the garage door open so he could reluctantly give them privacy if they decided to continue their date when they came in. But to his surprise, Alex walked into their room almost right away, walking slowly as if in great pain and unbuttoning his shirt with a groan.

  “Damn, it took you long enough to get home!” Jess snarled angrily. “I was afraid that I was going to have to cancel our reservation. Where’s Maggie?”

  “She said she was going to go soak in her tub, just like I’m planning on doing,” Alex replied.

  “I knew it! You wore her out, didn’t you? She’s too sore from all that riding you did today, and now all she’s going to want to do is curl up and go to sleep! You rode her too long and too hard,” Jess ranted.

  “Calm down,” Alex said as his lips twitched. “She told me when we got in that she’s starving and is looking forward to dinner tonight. And yeah, she might be sore, but that doesn’t mean she wants to cancel.”

  “Oh,” Jess said, mollified. “Do you think I should go and see if she wants me to massage her aches for her?”

  “I don’t think so. Remember what happens every time we give her a massage? You’ll never get your first date out of the way tonight if you make that offer.”

  “All right, you’re right,” Jess said, acknowledging the truth of that statement.

  “I’m gonna go soak now,” Alex said as he continued into the bathroom. “Remind me that we need to start pooling our money so we can get a Jacuzzi tub installed.”

  Jess stood there as he debated whether he should give Maggie the option of bowing out if she really was too sore to go out tonight. It would be the gentlemanly thing to do. It was the type of offer a good boyfriend would make to let her know she shouldn’t feel obligated to go out when she was too tired and sore to fully enjoy herself with him.

  Leaving his room, he went down the hall and slowly poked his head into her open bedroom door and softly called her name so as not to catch her unawares if she wasn’t dressed. When there was no answer, he stepped fully into the room, noting as he did so that her bathroom door was closed. Walking up to it, he knocked softly and called out, “Mags?”

  He heard water splash as if his knock had startled her.

  “Jesse?” she called back.

  “Yeah, it’s me,” he said. “I just wanted to check to see if you still wanted to go out tonight?”

  “Of course I do,” was the answer, which caused the knot to unravel in his stomach. “I just wanted to take a quick soak in the tub first.”

  “That’s okay,” he said. “But we need to leave by seven if we’re going to get there on time.”

  “What time is it now?”

  “A little before six,” he told her after looking at his watch.

  He heard more splashing from the tub before Maggie said, “Okay, if I start getting ready now, it shouldn’t be a problem. Thank God I didn’t get my hair wet, or I’d have to waste time blow-drying it.”

  “Soak for a little longer if you need to, honey,” Jess told her.

  “Can’t,” Maggie called back from the other side of the door. “I still need time to do my hair and wash my face and put on some makeup before I get dressed.”

  “Ahh, baby, you know you’re beautiful without any makeup on.”

  “Yeah, well, I know you guys think so, but I feel more comfortable going out in public with a bit on.”

  And since all three of them had argued about this in the past, he wisely dropped the subject.

  “Okay, I’ll meet you downstairs in about an hour, then,” he said before he returned to his own room to finish getting ready himself.

  Just before 7:00 p.m., Jesse was waiting in the foyer for Maggie to join him. He heard her heels clicking on the stairs and looked up, only to lose his breath. Maggie smiled as she walked toward him in a white floral-printed dress. It had spaghetti straps, which crisscrossed in the back—a fact he learned when she stopped in front of him and whirled for his inspection—a scalloped neckline, which revealed the upper swells of her breasts, a tucked-in waist, and a flaring hemline, which ended a couple inches above her knees. She was wearing two-inch open-toed heels and apparently no stockings. Her hair was twisted back and pinned up in a style he couldn’t identify, while a few wisps framed her face, and her long, beautiful neck was left bare, a neck that he had every intention of nibbling on tonight. Her eyes seemed bigger and greener, indicating that she had at least put on mascara along with eyeliner and shadow. Not to mention those lush lips of hers that were painted a deep red. He found himself fully hoping that he would be trying to get that lipstick off the neck of his shirt come morning.

  “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he whispered reverently. “I wish I could freeze this moment so I don’t lose this picture of you.”

  “Oh, wait,” she exclaimed. “I left my camera on the dining room table. Let me go get it.”

  “No, I’ll get it,” he offered. “You just stay here looking sexy.”

  He quickly retrieved her camera and handed it to her. Maggie took it from him and turned it on, adjusting the settings and then showing him how to use it. “Where do you want me?” Maggie asked innocently, and he swallowed thickly at the question before he indicated that he wanted her to go stand on the stairs so it would look as if she were coming down to join him.

  She quickly moved back to stand on the second to the bottom step while she placed her hand on the oak-and-iron railing. Cocking her hip and licking her lips, she gave him a seductive look before she posed. Jess snapped several pictures and continued snapping while she left the stairs and walked toward him. Taking the camera from his hands, she announced, “My turn,” and proceeded to snap several of him, walking around him in a slow circle and announcing that she just had to get a picture of how nice his ass looked in those slacks.

  Laughing, Jess teasingly asked her if that meant he could take a close-up of her cleavage without getting slapped for the suggestion. When she just gave him a look, he sighed and stated how he wished he could have a picture of the two of them together but didn’t think they should call Alex downstairs to take it for them. Agreeing with him about not calling Alex, she took the camera back over to the stairs and lined it up on the flat-topped newel post while instructing him on where to stand. She then set the timer and hurried over to join him, slipping her arm around his waist and leaning into his side. After the shutter clicked, she retrieved the camera and checked the picture, showing it to him to see if it met with his approval. Smiling, he said he liked how she looked in his arms.

  Leaning up, she kissed his cheek and set the camera down on the display table in the foyer before he took her hand and led her out to his car.

  Once they were on their way to where the dinner theater was located on the east side of town, she thanked him for choosing her pick. “I really didn’t think either of you would choose it when I wrote it down,” she revealed.

  “I almost didn’t,” he confessed. “Frankly, I had no idea what the hell it was, so I set it aside. But for some reason my eyes kept going back to it, and I finally Googled it on the computer to find out what it was. It actually sounded interesting, like a dinner and a movie at the same time, so I went ahead and put my initial next to it.”

  “Did you know it was my pick?”

  “I was hoping, but as I read through all those slips, I realized that I couldn’t really guess who wrote down what. Hell, I didn’t even recognize some of my own, at first,” he admitted, causing Maggie to laugh.

  “How did you hear about the dinner theater here?” Jess wanted to know. “I’ve lived here all my life, and I didn’t even know there was one in town.”

  “I didn’t know there was one,” she confessed. “But since we all agreed to write do
wn things that we would really like to do, I decided to go ahead and put it down on my list.”

  “So why is it something you wanted to do on a date? Was it something you heard about?”

  “No. Every year for as long as I could remember, my parents took me to a dinner theater for my birthday. Since I’ve been away at college, I haven’t been able to go to one for my last two birthdays.”

  “Well, then, we’ll just have to take you back for your birthday next fall,” Jess promised and was rewarded by Maggie’s heartfelt smile.

  “What show are we going to see?” Maggie wanted to know.

  “Something called ‘Barefoot in the Park,’” he replied.

  “Ooh,” Maggie exclaimed. “I loved that movie.”

  “It’s a movie? I thought dinner theater is a play or musical.”

  “If I recall correctly, it was originally a Broadway play or something written by Neil Simon that was made into a movie in the sixties, starring Jane Fonda and Robert Redford. A pretty funny comedy.”

  “Don’t tell me. Let me guess. Another relic from your TNT-watching past with your dad?” he ventured with a grin, and Maggie nodded her head enthusiastically.

  He pulled into the circular drive of the dinner theater and marveled that although he had passed this place numerous times in the past, he had had no idea what it was and even less interest in finding out. And now here he was having his first date with Maggie here.

  He followed the line of cars since they seemed to know where they were going. As they reached the awning over the front entrance, a valet opened his door to park his car while another one stationed at the entrance opened the passenger door and helped Maggie out. Joining her at the entrance, he placed his hand on her lower back and escorted her inside, where a line of people waited to be seated. While they waited, he looked around the room. It was designed as a half oval with many terraced levels leading up from what appeared to be a curtained stage in the center of the room. There were steps on either side of the room, leading down to the different levels. Each level had a pipe rail along the edge of it with tables seating two to four pushed flush against the rails with chairs on either side of the table, leaving the wide aisles clear. The larger tables were in the middle while the deuces were set up toward the ends of each aisle. There was seating for larger groups on the very top level.