Monroe, Melody S. - Deception Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  “So much chocolate. I’ve made such a mess.” All the while, she moaned.

  “Diana. You are being cruel.”

  Trace wanted to jack off while watching her, but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Yes, they were hired to do just that, but she was asking too much of them. Standing by and doing nothing was not his style.

  Then she did the unspeakable. She turned her back to them, bent all the way over, and pretended to wash her feet. Her entire cunt was open, vulnerable, there for the plucking. Jack groaned and grabbed his cock.

  Trace didn’t want to be there should Jack break the rules. Instead, he slammed open the shower door, grabbed a towel, and walked through the bathroom to the bedroom. He gave himself a cursory rubdown, tossed on his jeans and shoes, and stalked out of the room with his shirt in hand. He hated that she’d driven him to this level of desire, but she’d be sorry for her actions. Just you wait.

  Chapter Five

  Diana had never had a more exhilarating day. The power gained from watching her two men squirm was worth everything. She woke up a few times last night grinning, remembering how they’d practically writhed in the shower when she played with herself.

  To tell the truth, she was surprised after Trace’s outburst that he was willing to go into the wilds with her for an overnight, but he said since she loved camping more than anything, he agreed to go.

  “Hey, guys. All set?”

  Jack beamed. “You bet.”

  They’d dressed for the hike, thank goodness, and looked hot enough to eat. She let Sharon know where they were headed so no one would worry when they didn’t show up for dinner.

  Sharon opened a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. “Here’s a pass for that area. Don’t forget lots of water because there’s none on top of the mountain. The resort has a few spare sleeping bags and some camping gear, if you need anything.”

  “We could use a few extra things.” Diana always had her gear with her, but they’d need a poled tent if all three were to sleep together, along with a stove and few other group gear items.

  Once they gathered the equipment, they headed outside to her Jeep. “I’ve got all my outdoor gear already packed, so I’ll drive.” It felt good to be in charge again. “I’ve got ropes, carabiners, harnesses, and some prepackaged dry food and water.”

  “Yum.” Jack grinned, but Trace’s pinched brow and his solemn expression told her he was going to be uncommunicative today. Oh, joy.

  “It’s not bad tasting, really.” She laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “Have either of you been rock climbing, other than at some indoor place?”

  “No,” they both said in unison.

  “No problem. We’ll take it easy.”

  “We don’t want easy.” This came from Trace, whose purposeful stride and roaming gaze told her his head was spinning. It didn’t take her degree in psychology to know what bothered him.

  Maybe she should demand he drop trou in the parking lot before they began their adventure. That way she could suck on his cock and massage his balls until he came, which might help ease his sexual frustration a bit. Knowing Mr. Macho, though, he would deny he’d been turned on and that he didn’t need any pity. So, instead of granting him the release, she kept quiet, not wanting to get into a pissing match she was sure she’d lose.

  Trace and Jack loaded the resort gear into the back of her Jeep.

  “Where we headed?” Jack said as he piled into the back, leaving Trace to sit next to her.

  Great. I got to ride next to the solemn one.

  “Mt. Lemon. It’s not far up the mountain.”

  “Cool. We’ve both skied it.”

  She bet the more than nine-thousand-foot mountain that soared above the Sonoran Desert was quite different in the winter than in the early fall.

  “One of my former workers, Teresa, moved down here. I contacted her this morning, and she suggested where we might find some good climbs.”

  “You sure you know what you’re doing?” Jack had appeared to be the more nervous of the two.

  “Yes. I own an adventure company that takes executives into the woods and teaches them to climb, boulder, and do other trust exercises. It’s safe.”

  “You do that?”

  She loved the surprise in his voice. “Yes. I started my company two years ago. It’s been fun, as well as a lot of work, but I have four full-time employees who help guide the longer trips for me.”

  She pulled out of the lot and headed up the road leading to the top of the mountain. She shook her head to clear it. Somehow in the short span of time she’d been at the resort, they’d wormed their way into her heart even more than they had years ago. While it was exciting to have this new adventure with them, in forty-eight hours, she’d be gone, and they’d be assigned to yet another woman to do wonderful things to her. Sometimes life wasn’t fair.

  While she was still with them, she was determined to find out what made them really tick outside the resort environs. Her goal for the next two days was to see how well these men did climbing a hundred-foot wall of solid rock. Would they balk when confronted with the vertical slab? Be scared? Or do their best to master one of nature’s obstacles? She knew she was probably being ridiculous holding her frustrations against them, but the only way to get over her prejudice was to learn about them as grown men. Nothing exposed a person’s inner self more than taking him out of his comfort zone.

  When she’d first recognized her two fantasy men as her fantasy men, she was angry she’d ended up in this situation, but as she got to know them, she realized they’d changed. By how much was the real question. Gone was the arrogance of being super popular high school jocks. They both exuded the same confidence and sexiness as before, only now it seemed natural instead of pure bravado by two eighteen-year-olds.

  They passed only a few cars on the road, which surprised her, given it was almost November, perfect camping weather. The only hitch to the trip was that they couldn’t light a campfire in the dry wilderness. The warmth and crackle of the flames had a way of opening up a person, making him let down his defenses. The darkness would give them a chance to gaze at the stars and talk, though. Really talk, about why the men were at the resort and where their paths had taken them after high school until they got their current jobs.

  The rules of the resort would still be in place even in the open air, but she planned to test their strength of character nonetheless.

  Less than twenty minutes later, she parked when the road ended. Two campers sat in the lot.

  Trace rolled out of the passenger’s seat. “How far’s the hike?”

  “I can’t be sure, but from what Teresa said, maybe two hours. Can you handle that?” The high altitude wouldn’t bother her. Flagstaff was just as high.

  Trace pulled on his backpack with ease, keeping his gaze away from her. “We both played football in college and ran sprints twenty to thirty times in an afternoon and never got tired. We can handle a little hike.”

  She didn’t want to remind them that ten years had passed since that time. “Good. I’ll lead.”

  Usually, she’d check behind her when she hiked with beginners, asking them if they were drinking enough water and inquiring how their feet were holding up. She figured Jack and Trace would begrudge any mothering on her part, so she walked in silence, breathing the clean air, enjoying the warm sun on her face.

  She’d taken rough notes as to where the good sites were located. She told her friend she wanted a place that would provide good climbing and rappelling, but also where they would spend the night.

  The hike was more difficult than she thought from the way her friend had talked, climbing over boulders and scrambling over small rock faces, but she enjoyed getting to stretch and test her achy muscles. To their credit, neither man complained, and both kept up the pace with ease.

  She took out her compass a few times to make sure she was headed in the right direction. “I think Teresa told me the good climbing site was off to the right.”
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  Jack came alongside her. “Don’t know how you can tell, darlin’. All the rocks look alike.”

  She laughed. “They have different colorings and shapes, but what looks more red than tan to one might not be to another. We can have a snack break as soon as we get to the rock face.”

  They trudged forward for another few minutes. When she hiked around the end of the boulder, she found her ideal spot. “It’s perfect.”

  Jack shielded his eyes and glanced upward. “It’s tall, all right. And straight up, too. You sure we should be climbing that?”

  She smiled. “Don’t worry. You’ll be wearing climbing shoes. You’ll think you’re Spider-Man with those puppies on. Besides, we’ll be tied in harnesses, so we won’t fall too far.”

  His eyes widened while Trace looked calm. She took off her pack and got into her climbing gear. “I need to scale the face to secure the rope on the top.”

  The two men glanced at each other as if it would take a super human to climb straight up.

  “You need help?” Trace straightened his shoulders, acting as if scaling the cliff was a man’s job.

  She hid her smile. “I’m good. You two break out the cheese and crackers. I shouldn’t take too long.”

  After checking she had her bolts, carabiners, rope, and pitons, she headed up the rock face, stopping every few feet to secure a bolt, allowing her to thread her rope through the loops for safety.

  She was about forty feet up when she heard the men chuckling. Looking down might not be smart, but she had to see what those two were up to.

  “Nice ass,” Jack called up.

  The harness that was strapped between her legs pulled her shorts high. “Thanks.”

  Her bottom involuntarily clenched, remembering the feel of the cold steel plug that had wiggled inside her. The way Jack moved the metal in and out had made her pussy so wet.

  She needed to focus or she might slip. That would really put a crimp in the day’s activities.

  She sobered and continued up the near vertical face. Fortunately, there were lots of places to slip her fingers into the cracks and hold on. When she reached the top, she secured herself to a large bolder and rested. The view was breathtaking of the desert below. Jack and Trace looked small, but their gaze remained on her. She waved.

  So as not to keep them waiting while she came up with another diabolical plot to tease and torture her, she drove in her anchor and tied off her ropes. The fun would now begin. Adjusting her harness and tugging on the ropes to be sure they were secure, she backed down the mountain, pushing off the rock to rappel. She could almost feel their gazes pierce her body, causing her to lose her focus.

  Fortunately, she reached the bottom without incident. As soon as her feet hit the ground, both men grabbed her waist, as if she was going to fall. She turned around and smiled. “I’m good.” She nodded to the empty packages. “You leave any crackers and cheese for me?”

  “Yup.” Jack reached behind his pack on the ground and produced a few premade ones.

  She gulped them down. Food always tasted better outside. “You ready for some climbing?”

  “I want more than that.” Trace reached his hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. From the smoldering look in his eye, he might not stop there. From behind her, Jack snaked his hands around her waist and pulled her against his body. Clearly, he enjoyed watching her climb the rock, if his hard cock was any indication.

  “What’s going on?” She wanted to ask what happened to the no touching rule, but their hands excited her too much to ask them to stop.

  Jack nuzzled her neck then slid his hands up to her tits and squeezed just as Trace pulled her close and kissed her hard and with passion, as if stealing a kiss was more important than breathing. He leaned back for a moment, his eyes hooded with desire, then traced his tongue along the seam of her lips. She didn’t want to give in, but being sandwiched between these two men melted her. It was as if she were in a dream, falling and falling, and she couldn’t wake up. She opened her mouth to explore Trace, but his tongue dipped into hers first and captured her mouth. Sirens went off in her head, but she didn’t want the kiss to stop. Ever.

  Jack’s erection continued to dig into her back, and his hands remained pressed tightly between her and Trace.

  Common sense intruded, and she pulled away. “I’d like nothing better, men, than to continue exploring our sexual side, but how about if we delay the instant gratification for after we’ve climbed?” By then they’d be too tired to do anything.

  Trace jerked back as if she’d slapped him. “You’re the boss.”

  Like he believed that. His pullback surprised her, given the strength of the kiss. While he was the aggressor of the two, she’d never remembered him being this moody for so long.

  “Ready for your lesson?” She forced her tone to be light, when she was anything but happy about the way Trace had reacted.

  Donning her professional shield, she had them put on their harnesses while she picked out shoes for them. Next, she demonstrated how to tie the figure-eight knot from their harness to the top rope.

  “I’ll belay you both until you’re ready to go over the top.”

  Jake stepped back. “Trace, you go first.”

  “No problem. I’m not afraid.”

  His comment implied Jack might be. Now there was an interesting twist. Sexually, Jack didn’t seem afraid of anything. Trace held his gaze for a long moment, shrugged, and leaned his palms against the rock.

  “Now, remember to plant your toes and push up. If you slip, I’ll break. You won’t fall much.”

  Trace said nothing as he spent time deciding which foothold was best. Usually, she’d give guidance, but with Trace, she thought it better to let him figure it out, especially given his bad mood. While he didn’t race up the mountain, he did a fine job reaching the ledge near the top without any incident. “Good job.” She couldn’t remember an executive doing any better.

  “It’s beautiful up here,” he shouted.

  She was happy his voice held a bit of awe. He’d probably seen the land below many times in the winter, but this time of year was a special time in the desert.

  “Turn around and rest a bit. We’re in no hurry.”

  He flipped over, laid spread-eagle on the rock, then crossed his arms and looked up toward the sky. She bet he thought the world had stood still. She understood how exhilarating it could be when you’re one with nature.

  After a few minutes, Trace turned around and mimicked her technique as he climbed down. In no time, he was on the ground.

  “That was something else.”

  “I’m glad you appreciated it. You really did well. You have a natural sense of where to place your feet, and your balance is excellent.”

  He looked at her and held her gaze, almost as if he wanted to see if she were lying. “Thanks.” He untied the rope from his harness and handed the end to Jack. “You’re up, buddy.”

  Trace’s mood had improved considerably. Perhaps he’d forgotten their kiss already, or else he realized why she’d had to push him away. Or it could be as simple as the fact he enjoyed the success of the climb. Some psychologist she was.

  Jack was more tentative than Trace, but Trace shouted out possible places for his friend to plant his toes. These two men had an easy rapport, as if one’s success affected the other. At the top, Jack spent less time admiring the view and came down quickly, looking relieved he’d lived.

  She clapped her hands. “Who wants to go next?”

  Jack grunted, but Trace got right back up on the rock. This time he cut his time in half. When he returned, she patted him on the back.

  “Very impressive, cowboy.”

  He moved closer. “I deserve another reward.”

  Watching his muscles flex as he climbed up the wall had made her pussy wet. “What do you have in mind?”

  He pulled her to his chest again and kissed her, this time at a more relaxed pace. Her hands pressed against his chest, but she didn’
t push him away. Instead, she melted into him. His hands reached behind her and grabbed her butt, squeezing slowly as if he couldn’t wait to lick her pussy and make slow, delicious love to her.

  Stop daydreaming.

  “Hey, hey. What’s a guy got to do to get another climb?”

  She and Trace broke apart and laughed at Jack’s complaint.

  They spent another few hours finding new paths up the slab.

  She checked her watch. “It’s getting a little late and I’m starving. Let’s climb to the top with our packs and set up camp. I’ll leave the rope here for when we come down.”

  Jack went up first, slipping a few times with the added weight, while Trace was a natural, scampering up with no help from the rope. She followed.

  “Teresa told me of a campsite not far from here where it’s rather secluded.”

  Jack stepped closer. “Do you think we’ll be the only ones up there?”

  “Most likely.”

  He dragged a finger down her cheek. “It gets real dark here at night. There’s nothing much to do but snuggle, darlin’.” He winked and her pussy contracted.

  “We’re still on resort time, you know.” She was implying no sex, though who would know? She wouldn’t tell. These men had grown on her way too fast. They were no longer the shallow boys she knew in high school. The rock climbing demonstration had proved that and more.

  “You take all of the fun out of camping.” Jack winked.

  She laughed and led them down the trail. Within fifteen minutes, they found a good spot to set up their tent. The sun was setting, and they needed to put up the tent before they lost the light.

  Jack took off his backpack. “How about I make dinner?”

  She stopped. “You know how to cook?”

  “Do I know how to cook? Are you kidding? I spent two years in the Peace Corps and taught the Yangatum natives a thing or two about food and hygiene.”

  “You actually spent two years trying to save the world?” He’d been serious about helping others. Who would have believed Mr. Jock would follow through?