Mitchell, Ava and Holiday, Sydney - A Bride for Two Tycoons [The Male Order, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Ava Mitchell; Sydney Holiday

  “An animal, is he?” Dalton lips twitched, and his eyes were warm, but his face was impassive.

  “That’s not what I meant. I swear,” she protested as he gathered her in his arms.

  “Tell that to my brother’s wounded pride.”

  Her eyes flew wide. “Oh, my God. Did I hurt his feelings?”

  Garrett scoffed as he sauntered up to them, his glorious muscles rippling with his every movement. “Of course not.” Then he leaned in to whisper against her ear, “But you were right. I am one when it comes to you.”

  She shivered at the heat in his words.

  “Are you cold?” Dalton asked, his gaze on her still wet skin.

  “No.” She was turned on again.

  “You sure, sweetheart? Because I’ve got something that’ll warm you up.” Dalton reached between them and pulled his cock out. “Care for a taste?”

  Her lips parted slightly at the invitation, and her mouth watered. “And I’m assuming it doesn’t need any added cream or sugar?”

  “Not unless you’re bringing it, princess.” Dalton licked his lips and lowered himself onto the pillows lying in the floor, his legs splayed in blatant invitation. The gentle green eyes that oozed love only moments before turned dark and hooded.

  Not needing to be asked more than once, Madeline kneeled and dipped her head down, stretching her lips around the impossibly thick mushroom head of Dalton’s penis. As she worked her way down his shaft and then to the back of her throat, she realized Dalton’s cock was slightly thicker than Garrett’s, though Garrett’s was slightly longer. Either one was a magnificent specimen of virility.

  Dalton groaned as he nested his fingers in her hair. His thighs clenched, outlining the cut and sinew of every muscle as he subtly rocked his hips. She moaned when she felt the seductive caress of Garrett slipping her towel off, trailing the thick material with feather-light kisses down her spine. The more she moaned, the tenser the muscles in Dalton’s thighs got and the more tightly he twisted her hair in his hands. The pain in her scalp only intensified the dual sensation of luscious cock in her mouth and erotic touches at her back.

  Garrett dug his fingers into her hips and urged her bottom up until she kneeled with her ass in the air. His hands at her knees, he prodded her legs apart before she realized he had snuck his head underneath her dripping cunt, gingerly lapping at her like a starving kitten. She lowered her cunt until it grinded against his hungry mouth, and he devoured her. He moaned against her pussy, making her whole body resonate with his desire for her. She moaned louder, a sound that rumbled from deep within her and around Dalton’s cock. She squeezed the base of it tighter with her hands and worked him as hard as Garrett worked her.

  Sliding two fingers inside her pussy as he kissed and sucked her clit, Garrett adjusted her position over his face and massaged the spot high in her vagina that he had claimed as his. The intensity nearly overwhelmed her, pushing her to the brink, but she pushed back. She didn’t want to come, not just yet. She didn’t want to become all boneless and spent, not so soon, not quite yet. She had other things to focus her attention on.

  “Oh, Madeline, oh, yes. Your mouth is pure heaven,” Dalton managed to say between groans and pants. “I’m going to come so hard, you better brace yourself, sugar.” Madeline would’ve smiled around his cock if she’d had any slack in her mouth to do so.

  Garrett pressed her G-spot again, bringing her attention back to her cunt. It seemed his other hand had joined in the frenzy, but the feelings around her were so overwhelming she couldn’t be sure what was going on. All she knew and needed to know was that it excited her, made her heart beat frantically in her chest, and made her feel alive and wanted and sexy as hell.

  Madeline realized Garrett spread her pussy juices to her asshole, and a flutter of exhilaration seated itself in her belly. By now she was well-versed in what that meant and eagerly awaited the burning yet pleasurable sensation of penetration there. He repositioned her pelvis on his face and fucked her with his tongue. Finally, mercifully, a zing of electricity and fire radiated from her backside, lighting up every synapse in her body, as he pumped his fingers in her ass. Finding the sensation so unbelievable, she managed to glance down at Garrett, wanting to verify that indeed some human and not a god worked his magic there. As she looked, she caught a glimpse of Garrett stroking his cock, his fingers glistening with her pussy juices, rubbing her essence into his shaft and over his cock head.

  She could hold back no longer, and she screamed a muffled cry around Dalton’s cock as she bucked on Garrett’s face. She heard one brother groan as she felt another brother moan and then warm cream poured down her throat, and she worked to swallow every drop of his potent seed. Garrett tensed, then relaxed underneath her.

  Rolling off the brothers, she heard Dalton chuckle. “I don’t know about you, sweetheart, but I feel perkier already.”

  After a deep breath and a quick stretch, Madeline had to agree.

  * * * *

  As she pulled her hair up into a loose bun, Madeline felt a little sad to be leaving Argentina, a place she’d never planned to visit but would be eternally grateful that she’d had a chance to even have a glimpse of. She knew she had a whole life in Texas and important and meaningful work to get back to, but she couldn’t help but want this fantasy to go on forever.

  She sighed as she zipped the back of her skirt up and then looked around for her shoes. The glass slippers were nice, but weren’t quite as sensible-looking as the shoes she’d come there in. Searching underneath the bed, she looked up when she heard Dalton clear his throat. He stood at the doorway to the bedroom with his brother, both with unmistakably mischievous looks on their faces.

  “As I was saying last night, we have one more little surprise for you.” Garrett walked toward her alongside Dalton.

  “What is it?” she asked as Dalton helped her stand.

  “As you can see, you can’t find the shoes you came here in and do you know why?” Dalton looked at her with a cocked brow and playful twinkle in his eye. The first time they met he was so serious, almost brooding. He seemed like a completely different man now.

  “No, tell me why.”

  “A little bird told me that, while you were sleeping, a couple of elves came and stole your shoes.” Garrett pointed to her feet as he explained. “They said they were all right, but you deserved better, so they took them behind these doors and cobbled a better pair or two.”

  “To give a conservative estimate,” Dalton interjected, smiling.

  “A couple of elves, huh? Could they be named Dalton and Garrett?” Madeline playfully wrapped a lock of her auburn hair around her finger.

  Garrett chuckled, taking Madeline’s hand and pressing it firmly against his erection. “Sweetheart, I assure you that there is nothing elfin about me or my brother.”

  Madeline bit her upper lip and sucked in a breath as her fingers made contact with his cock. “Well, that’s for damn sure.”

  * * * *

  Dalton could barely contain his excitement as he and Garrett led Madeline to her surprise. He never took any interest in fashion, but he knew what women were like and Madeline was certainly all woman. Shoes were like manna from heaven.

  They walked up to a set of double doors. “Okay, you ready?” Garrett asked.

  Madeline nodded. She had her lips folded between her teeth, probably in anticipation.

  Just before Garrett’s hands, securely holding the door handles, were about to turn, Madeline put up both her hands. “Wait, wait.” She took a deep breath. “You guys really don’t have to give me another surprise. All this has been so wonderful and so perfect already. I just don’t know.”

  “Don’t know what, Madeline?” Dalton hated the huskiness of his voice then, the way he sounded almost desperate or afraid. God, she really has gotten to me.

  Her brows knitted together, and she chewed her bottom lip. Her anxiousness did start to make him nervous. Crap. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just a little overwhe
lmed, that’s all.” She sighed as her eyes grew misty, and then her bottom lip jutted out, creating a juicy pouting morsel Dalton wanted to suck into his mouth and make disappear so he could replace it with a smile. But as far as words to improve her mood, Dalton couldn’t think of one. He turned to his silver-tongued brother for help.

  “Hey, Maddie, there’s no need to feel overwhelmed. What’s there to be overwhelmed about? It’s not like we’re performing rocket surgery or anything.”

  “Huh?” Madeline’s expression turned to puzzled amusement. Dalton chuckled. Silver-tongued brother, indeed.

  “Whatever. It’s nothing that special, just a,” Garrett flung the doors open and put his hands in the air, “huge closet full of new shoes!” He sounded just like a game show host.

  Madeline gasped, and she covered her mouth with her hands. “For me?”

  “Oh, wait, one more thing.” Bending down, Garrett grabbed a silver ice bucket that they had filled with confetti, throwing handfuls of the sparkly, multi-colored stuff in the air like a young, decidedly more manly Rip Taylor. “Ta-daa!” Well, maybe not that much more manly.

  The sweet sound of Madeline’s infectious laughter filled the room. “I can’t believe this. I mean, this has got to be every girl’s dream, right?” She walked to the center of the room, eyes wide as she looked around her.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart.” Dalton gently nudged her toward a shelf stocked entirely with strappy sandals. “You can touch. They’re all yours. We measured your foot while you slept like a log on the flight over here, and we had them all shipped just for you. Do you like it?”

  “Are you kidding? Like it? I love it!” She squealed with delight as she grabbed each pair of shoes, slipped them on her feet, and did a little dance before starting the process all over with another pair. He hoped she didn’t plan on doing it with every shoe or they’d be there all night. They had something like fifty pairs of shoes, all expertly picked out by Bea. “I could die right now and be the happiest girl in the world.”

  Bea had said her goal was to make her squeal like an all-female audience during a taping of Oprah’s Favorite Things, whatever that meant. Well, Madeline was squealing all right, so he was sure Bea’s plan had been a success.

  Then she stilled, arms engulfed by an array of stilettos, pumps, boots, and more. “Hold on, where am I going to keep all these shoes? My apartment barely has enough room for my paltry belongings as it is.”

  “Don’t worry, beautiful. We’ll figure something out.” His voice cheery, Garrett squeezed her shoulder before making eye contact with Dalton. Dalton was relieved his brother hadn’t mentioned the personal walk-in closet they were planning for Madeline as soon as they figured out if she’d move in with them. They had both sensed she wasn’t ready for that step and thought it best not to bring it up just yet. “Now come on, we have a plane to catch. Grab a pair you want to wear right now and a few others you want to look at during the flight.”

  “We’ll have someone box the rest up and put them in the plane.” Dalton looked at his watch. “But it’s getting late. We’ve got to get moving if we want to make it back by Monday morning.”

  “Okay,” Madeline said before she leaned up to kiss each brother. She looked down at the ground for a moment before letting out another sigh. “So, is this where the fairy tale ends?”

  Dalton smiled. “No, sweetheart. This is where it begins.” He gripped her fingers, ignoring the pointy shoe that fell on the ground, narrowly missing his foot, and kissed her hand.

  “And we could still take it further. I mean, there’s always Jack and the Giant Beanstalk.” Garrett grinned and pointed to the erection tenting his pants. “You want to climb on? I assure you, it will take you someplace unimaginable.”

  Madeline giggled and playfully pushed him in the arm. “I bet that’s what you tell all the girls.”

  “Oh, no. After this weekend, I don’t think this beanstalk will grow for anyone but a real princess like you.” He kissed her on the tip of her nose and she blushed. “I mean it.”

  Dalton wondered if there was as much truth to the statement for his brother as it was for him. Yes, only Madeline would do now. No one else. As they made their way out of the room and back to the real world, Dalton hoped he and his brother had been able to give their princess the fairy tale romance she deserved.

  Chapter Ten

  Madeline checked her watch again and fought the urge to walk across the street to Breakfast at Stephanie’s, the local gourmet coffee shop, and grab herself a snack. And by snack she meant a cream cheese danish. Her stomach growled. If Bea was not there in five more minutes, she would make a run for it and feast. Bea had mentioned not to eat anything with sugar from today until after the cotillion, which Madeline thought was a little over the top. A girl had to eat.

  Three minutes later, the unmistakable click-clack of expensive Italian stilettos on the sidewalk told Madeline to turn around, but before she could even make a full one-eighty, a small Texas whirlwind of oversized jewelry, oversized blonde hair, and, more than anything else, oversized personality surrounded her in a bear hug. A delicate cloud of sweet-smelling perfume settled around her upon her release.

  “Well, look at you,” Bea screeched before she picked up Madeline’s hand and forced her to twirl around. “Even more than twenty-four hours later and you’re still radiant with afterglow. What did my brothers do to you?” Adding to Madeline’s disorientation, several gold and jeweled bracelets on Bea’s bird-like wrists created a cacophony of precious metal on precious metal as she waved her hands around in greeting and led the way toward the shiny glass doors of the department store.

  “Nothing,” Madeline said as she swung one of the heavy doors open and walked through. She really did not want to go into the details about Argentina right now. Not when they were walking into one of the fanciest department stores in the country. When she stepped onto the marble tiles and looked around, Madeline realized they were in the makeup department.

  “Ouch!” Madeline felt a sharp pinch on her ass followed by a firm slap.

  “You sore everywhere or what?” Bea just winked at her, then took another eyeful of her rear and smiled. “They must have worked you good ’cause you could bounce a quarter off that adorable little ass of yours.”

  After everything stopped spinning and the rest of her senses stopped reeling, Madeline could feel her face flame in embarrassment. Bea had phoned her yesterday, inviting her to shop for a cotillion dress. They were standing just inside the entrance of Jacqueline’s in the middle of the day, and she simply wasn’t accustomed to sharing her sex life in public at quite such a loud volume. A girl with platinum blonde hair in an impossibly tight bun working the Laura Mercier makeup counter snickered along with the salesgirl from the MAC counter. She had severely cut jet-black hair and garish red lips that perfectly outlined the O her mouth made, as in “Oh, no she didn’t.” A mother shopping at Bobbi Brown with two tween-aged young girls dropped her jaw in apparent shock and scooted them away as if just looking at someone with an active sex life would instantly turn these young girls into whores.

  Madeline, still speechless, could only glance quickly at all the people now privy to the current firmness of her ass and the possible reasons it became that way before nailing her eyes right to the ground.

  “Well, whatever is the matter, honey?”

  “Um, it’s just that, I…um, well.” A high-pitched laugh of nervousness bubbled out of her throat, the most intelligible sounds she could manage to make at that moment.

  Bea must have looked around and finally registered the reactions they were getting because she leaned her head in and said in a hushed voice, “Shoot, are you worried about what these people think?” She stood perfectly straight then. “They’re just jealous.” She pronounced each word loudly and clearly, speaking the last word like she was spitting out a watermelon seed.

  Hooking her arm into Madeline’s, Bea guided her away from the onlookers and led her up a flight of stairs to
meet with her personal shopper, Buford. Although happy to have help, she tended to find shopping for clothes to be more of a chore than anything, unlike shoe shopping. The thought of someone with a name like Buford picking out beautiful, feminine things was just something she didn’t imagine. But this was Male Order. Who knew what to expect?

  “Hey, girl! Don’t you look fabulous?” A man in his mid-twenties with sandy-blond hair walked up with his arms raised, wrists limp, for a hug and two quick air kisses on each of Bea’s cheeks. “And this precious little thing must be Miss Maddie. Oh, we are going to have so much fun finding you a dress for the cotillion with this cute little body of yours.”

  “Um…thanks. So how did you two meet?” she asked as Buford guided the two of them into a luxuriously decorated and hugely oversized room. One entire wall was covered with mirrors, and beautifully upholstered couches and marble-topped tables rested on the dark hardwood floor.

  “Bea was a junior in high school when I was a freshman and, yeah, I got picked on some by, you know, jock types. All very typical. They’d call me Butt-fugly Buford,” he grimaced and then rolled his eyes, folding and unfolding his arms as he spoke, “and one day,” a smile broke across his face like a ray of sunshine through storm clouds, “in walks the most glorious little thing I’d ever seen, my dream come true all cinched up in hot pink dayglo and the most lovely crimped hair this side of the Rio Grande, and that’s including that of Miss Debbie Gibson. And, of course, I’m speaking of Miss Queen Bea here.”

  Bea smiled and touched her heart as she cocked her head to the side. “Oh, he exaggerates, but I did love to rock a well-crimped side ponytail now and then.” She folded her hands in her lap and faced Madeline. “See, I could relate to his troubles. As you know, Bea is short for,” she put the side of her open hand against her mouth and leaned in, whispering, “Beulah.” She took a deep breath in and out as if exorcising the demons just saying that name conjured and continued. “And I had a pretty tough time when I was younger, mostly from the two shitty but devastatingly charming and perfect men you happen to be dating right now, so I decided to take this adorable little slip of a thing under my wing and make sure he was treated with the respect he deserved.”