Pleasure Train (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Christelle Mirin

  Willow thought she had died and gone to heaven. Three hot men, alone with her on a train. Whoa. She dropped her purse on the seat but didn’t sit down. Instead, she moved to the center of the car and leaned on the ledge. “This is really cool,” she said, her heart thumping hard.

  The ledge she leaned on spanned the width of the car at about her chest height. It was covered in plush carpet the color of a deep merlot, a dark-bloodred, as were the bench seats. She could look across the ledge to the other end of the car, which was a mirror image of the side they were on, complete with another staircase at the end she was sure led down to the seating area she had seen below.

  Looking up, the thick glass curved over her head, the sun dazzling brightly, causing her to shade her eyes with her hand. She glanced out the left side, over Jack, and saw they were passing the metal bridge that spanned the river. They were heading west, she thought, and it wouldn’t take long to leave Forever behind and be travelling along in the country.

  “You like?” Jack asked, swinging his feet off the seat and onto the floor as he turned to face her.

  “Oh my gosh,” she gushed, turning toward him. “How could you not like this?” The town disappeared behind them, and they were entering a wooded area. The trees formed a canopy overhead, sunlight now flickering into the car like the lighting in some old-time movie.

  “Well, sit down and relax.” Jack patted the seat beside him. “Let’s get to know each other.”

  Willow glanced at Josh, who had seated himself across from Jack on the other side. He had his arm resting on the back of the seat and one ankle parked on the opposite knee. It didn’t look like it bothered him at all when Jack asked her to sit beside him. Good. She didn’t want to have to deal with any jealous posturing. She’d had enough of the snide remarks and accusations when she lived with Kenny.

  She plopped down beside Jack and drew one leg up beneath her, getting comfortable. “Okay, first tell me why you guys ride this train every Saturday all by yourself.”

  The three men traded glances and then turned their eyes to her.

  “We like the train, the character of it, and it gives us a quiet place to do a bit of brainstorming about our projects.” Jack took her hand from her lap and rubbed his thumb across the back of it. “Don’t you think it gives a sense of going back in time?”

  His thumb moving slowly back and forth over her skin was hypnotizing. It felt nice, almost as if it was hinting at how tender Jack would be as a lover. She drew in a breath and sighed. “It does remind me of maybe the forties. You know, when being a movie star meant being glamorous. Yes, that’s the feeling it gives me. Glamour.”

  Mikey chuckled. “I’ve never thought of it like that. Great image if I do say so.”

  Willow shook her head. “I would never peg you guys for getting into history though. I mean, you don’t look like history buffs, and you said you had a tech company. This actually seems a little outdated for guys like you.” She locked gazes with Jack. Shafts of sunlight streaked across his face, glinting in his dark, delicious eyes. His thumb was moving in circles over the back of her hand, generating heat inside her in more places than one.

  “To come up with fresh ideas,” he said, his voice low and lulling, “we need to get away from all the computers and code and electronics for a while. It gives us a fresh perspective, and also, sitting here with the trees and sun and sky above us”—he gestured toward the glass ceiling—“refreshes our souls.”

  “That’s…that’s a beautiful way to put it,” she said softly.

  Jack leaned forward, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath caressing her lips.

  “There is so much to life,” he said, his eyes not leaving hers. “So much to experience that doesn’t have anything to do with work but everything to do with living. Wouldn’t you like to experience it all?”

  Chapter Four

  Josh watched the exchange between Willow and Jack with a keen eye. She was into Jack, and that was good. She’d also responded well to his kiss in the passageway, opening to him with little provocation. Just thinking about the way she had pressed her body to his, melting into him, made him want to touch her even more.

  There was something about Willow that lightened his heart. He wasn’t sure if it was her quick smile that caused a dimple in her cheek to dance or the way she was always open and sincere, not putting on a show just to get their attention like other women did. Now that he thought about it, it was probably the whole package. Willow could easily fit into his life. And Jack’s. And Mikey’s.

  The trick was going to be whether they could get her to agree to be a part of their lives—all three of them at the same time.

  He glanced at Mikey, who was still leaning against the ledge. Mikey was paying attention to the vibe between Willow and Jack, too. He turned slightly and caught Josh’s eye, giving him a nod. Josh felt a stirring near his heart. This had never happened to him before, this rush of emotion.

  He truly hoped they could convince her.

  A moan caused him to turn his gaze back to Willow. What he saw caused his cock to twitch.

  Willow sat sideways on the seat, one leg tucked beneath her. Her head was thrown back, her lips parted and eyes closed while Jack sucked her neck.

  Josh had not expected her to give in to Jack’s advances this soon. He had actually wondered if she would have attached herself to him, since he had been the first to kiss her. It wouldn’t have been a bad thing if she had, but that wasn’t what they had planned.

  “Jack, hey, let her come up for air, will ya?” Mikey said, pushing off the ledge where he had been leaning. He moved to stand in the center of the car, bracing his legs wide apart to keep his balance. “Are you enjoying the ride, Willow?” he asked, grinning as usual.

  Josh almost held his breath, waiting for her answer. It would be telling. Jack straightened, leaning back, his face intense. Willow sat up, brushing her hair back from her flushed face.

  “Um,” she said, flashing a quick, shaky smile, “yeah.” She glanced at Josh then at Mikey. “Actually, I’m having a great time. The question is…what is the real reason you three asked me to come along today?” She raised one eyebrow, seeming to pull herself together.

  Josh cleared his throat and leaned forward. He braced his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands. “We’ve been talking,” he began, trying to keep his voice steady, “and we’ve determined that since the three of us spend so much time together, and we don’t see that changing anytime soon, that it would be to our benefit if the three of us found one woman to share our lives.”

  She blinked then shook her head sharply. “What?”

  His heart began to sink. Her reaction hadn’t been what he had hoped for. “We would like that woman to be you.” He spread his hands, palms up. “Willow, would you be our woman? Share our lives?” Please…

  Willow turned on the seat so that she was fully facing him, both of her feet on the floor. “Let me make sure I understand you correctly,” she said, raising her index finger. “You want me to be your girlfriend—all three of you.”

  “I wouldn’t call you a girl. You’re more of a woman. But, yes.” Josh tried to weigh his words carefully.

  She tilted her head in the most coy, feminine way. “You, Jack, and Mikey would share me?”

  Was that a flash of excitement he saw in her eyes? It was there for a second then had disappeared just as quickly. “Basically, that’s the plan.” There. She almost smiled. They hadn’t lost her yet.

  “Why me? You only know me from the café, and that hasn’t even been for that long. What is it about me that inspired you to ask me to do something like this?”

  Now her hand rested over her heart. Josh didn’t fail to notice the gesture. After all, that’s what he had trained to do in Iraq. Be watchful of the small details. If he didn’t, one of those tiny details could end up killing him. Did her hand over her heart show a need to protect it? Had someone hurt her in the past?

  Josh clasped his ha
nds together again, lacing his fingers. “Willow, I’m speaking for all three of us here.” Which was a first. He didn’t usually go into long explanations of anything, but this little woman could truly make him feel like talking. “When I say that we’ve been looking for someone for a long time, we have. We didn’t think we would find her. Until we met you.”

  “He’s right,” Jack said.

  “Yep, you’re the one,” Mikey threw in.

  Josh twisted his hands, growing nervous, which for him was a very unfamiliar feeling. “The way you are so outgoing and friendly, the way you honestly seem to listen to us when we talk about our lives—those things immediately drew us to you. Why do you think we come in the café every morning? The food is good but not that good.”

  “Did you—did you just make a joke?” Mikey said, pointing at him with an exaggerated look of surprise on his face.

  “Knock it off.”

  Mikey slapped his hand against his leg. “Well, that settles it. You’ve got to agree to this now, Willow. No one has ever heard Josh make a joke. It could only be your influence that’s making him act like a human.”

  Willow laughed then clapped her hand over her mouth.

  Josh glared at Mikey. He didn’t like being made fun of, especially at this moment.

  “What?” Mikey asked then shrugged.

  “So you’ve been coming in the café every day just to see me,” Willow said, standing up. “Why did you wait until now to say anything? I mean, one of you could have asked me on a date before now.”

  “Would you have said yes?” Mikey asked, moving closer to her.

  “I’m here now, aren’t I?” She looked up into Mikey’s face. Then she reached up with both hands and pulled Mikey down, kissing him hard. Mikey didn’t hesitate, grabbing her ass and crushing her against him.

  Josh felt heat rush into his face, his cock swelling in his jeans. He couldn’t wait to get closer to her, feel her smooth skin beneath his hands, see exactly what was at the other end of those tiger paws she had clawing their way out of her pants and up her back.

  Willow released Mikey and stepped back. Raising her arms, she tangled both hands in her blonde shoulder-length hair, revealing the dark-brown low-lights beneath, her gaze locked on Mikey. She was breathing hard, lips parted, breasts heaving with every intake of breath.

  “Oh my gosh,” she said, dropping her hands. “I don’t know what to think.”

  “Say yes,” Josh said, coming to his feet. “Just give it a try.” He reached for her hand, enclosing it in his. It’s so small. “Willow?”

  She looked up at him with big brown eyes, eyes he could drown in, and no one would be able to save his soul. “Tell me the truth,” she said, her voice low. “Have you guys ever done anything like this before? Participated in a ménage?”

  “No,” Jack said.

  “No,” Mikey repeated.

  Josh looked deep into those eyes, knowing he was already lost. “No, never,” he said firmly. “Have you?”

  She raised one eyebrow. “No, I haven’t—not that I haven’t wanted to give it a try.”

  Chapter Five

  Willow felt the movement of the train beneath her feet as she stood in the center aisle of the observation car contemplating this intriguing proposal these men had just made. This could very well be the type of exciting relationship I’ve been yearning for.

  “You’ll join us then?” Josh asked, his eyes taking on a happy brightness.

  “Can we give it a try, see how we mesh before we make any solid commitment?” She cocked her head.

  “How about we make a commitment to try?” Jack asked, standing. “We sincerely like you, Willow. A lot.”

  Oh my God, is this really happening? She nodded, agreeing. “Deal. Now, how do you want to cement this commitment?”

  Mikey stepped forward and trailed his fingers down her cheek. “How about we show you just how committed we are going to be in making your life nothing but pure pleasure?” He took her face in both hands and kissed her lightly on the lips.

  Willow melted inside, heat swirling through her body. Mikey kissed her again, deeper this time. She placed her hands, palm down, on his chest. His heart thumped beneath her touch.

  “I want you to come home with us tonight,” Jack whispered in her ear, making a shiver run down her spine.

  Mikey continued his exploration of her mouth while Jack pressed against her from behind. Jack drew her hair back from her ear and traced it with his tongue.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, clutching fistfuls of Mikey’s T-shirt. Heat infused her face as her tongue dueled with Mikey’s and Jack drew a hot, wet trail down her neck to the base of it.

  “You have too many clothes on,” Jack said, snaking his hands beneath her blouse.

  When his fingertips brushed across her belly, she sucked in a sharp breath of air.

  Mikey backed away, and before she knew what was happening, the two of them had taken hold of the hem of her blouse and whipped it up over her head. Jack took her by the shoulders and turned her toward him, capturing her lips before she could speak. Fingers worked at the clasp of her bra. She wasn’t sure if it was Mikey or Josh, who had been watching them intently.

  “God, you’re hot,” Jack said against her lips, his hands searing the skin of her waist. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

  Willow wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him back to her mouth, thrusting her tongue between his lips. She tangled her fingers in his hair and felt his smile beneath her assault.

  The fingers at her back finally unhooked her bra, and she immediately wanted it off. Letting go of Jack, she pulled back just enough to slip her arms out of the dangling garment. Flinging it to the side, she lifted her hair from the back of her neck, raising both arms. She turned her face to the sun beating down through the curved glass from above.

  “Damn,” a deep voice said, Josh she thought. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”

  She ran her tongue over her kiss-swollen lips, her gaze locked on the open fields flying by as they raced down the tracks. “Pleasure me,” she said, her body trembling with need.

  That was all she needed to say.

  One pair of hands held her rib cage tightly—Jack, she realized when she glanced down—then his mouth closed over one pebbled nipple and began to suck.

  “Oh hell yeah,” she groaned, arching her back to give him full access to both breasts.

  Josh caught her beneath her chin, tilting her head back as he pressed against her ass. She turned her head, parting her lips to accept his thrusting tongue.

  Probing fingers worked at the button of the waistband of her jeans. Mikey worked fast, unbuttoning, unzipping, and dragging her jeans and panties down her legs.

  Jack’s tongue laved the tight, beaded nipple he had been working on while he pinched and tugged at the other. He shifted slightly to her right, making little satisfied noises in his throat.

  Josh continued to devour her mouth, groaning into her, still holding her chin and now also one wrist tightly.

  Willow felt the vibration of the train rattling through her bones. It only served to make her more sensitive to the touches of these men who were hell-bent on driving her to the brink of insanity.

  Then, suddenly, another force was added to the mix.

  Tantalizing fingers opened the folds of her pussy to allow Mikey to swipe his expert tongue over the swollen pearl of her clit.

  Willow groaned deep in her throat, her cunt responding with a fresh flow of cream.

  Mikey licked her hungrily, his fingers holding her spread wide. When he closed his mouth over her clit and flicked it with his tongue before sucking—hard—Willow’s world exploded. She jerked, her legs turning to water, the orgasm turning her to mush as it rippled through her body. Mikey’s mouth worked her, unrelenting, while Josh and Jack released her breast and mouth but continued to hold her.

  With their hands supporting her, she let herself race through her release, gasping for breath, until she co
uld take no more.

  “S–stop,” she murmured, squirming.

  Mikey stopped his ministrations, rocking back on his heels.

  “Willow? Are you all right?” Josh asked, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against him.

  She nodded weakly then let out a small giggle. “I am, whew, feeling pretty good right now.” She reached up and brushed her hair back from her forehead. “Just let me catch my breath.”

  Mikey and Jack paced in the small space like two caged animals. She watched them, their sexuality obvious in every movement, every heated look. Just watching them stoked the fire in her back to flames. This is what I’ve been searching for.

  The sun beating down through the glass roof bathed her in warmth, making her want to stretch like a satisfied cat.

  She turned around to face Josh. “Why me?” she asked, looking up into his battle-hardened gaze. “Why did you pick me?”

  “Because all three of us are already a little bit in love with you,” he said, gently brushing his hand over the top of her head.

  Willow caught her lower lip between her teeth. “I really like you guys. I really do, but I don’t think I’m in love with you.”

  Josh’s lips curled up at the corners in a smile. “You will be.”

  The train slowed, the car jostling her. Josh grabbed her upper arms, holding her in place. “What’s happening?” she asked. She looked around Josh out the window. A wide expanse of rolling hills dotted with clusters of trees opened up below them, seeming to go on for miles. “Are we”—she tensed —“are we on a bridge?”

  “Yep,” Mikey said, coming up behind her and placing his hand on her shoulder. “This is where we stop for a couple of hours. We brainstorm, enjoy the view and the quiet, and George gets a nap.” He leaned forward. “Except today, we’re going to spend the time getting to know every single inch of our woman.”

  Willow felt tiny sparks skitter through her pussy. Her muscles clenched then she felt her nipples tighten. She looked up at Josh and pursed her lips. “I think I can handle that.”