by Sable Hunter
As the evening progressed, they dined on sumptuous food – lobster, beef tenderloin, and chocolate soufflé. Their conversation was equally delicious.
“So, tell me, what happens next?” she asked, totally enchanted by their attentiveness…and maybe the champagne. She’d never been happier.
Samson leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Soufflé,” he said with a smile. “Our plans are to include you in our life. What we do, you’ll do. Where we go, you’ll go. Of course, you have complete freedom to come and go as you please, Falconhead is not your prison, it’s your castle. If you want to spend time with family and friends, that’s what you’ll do. Just understand, Gabriel or one of his men will watch over you, we wouldn’t have it any other way. You will be their number one priority.” He saw apprehension in Ryder’s eyes and sought to dispel it. “I have no doubt that we’re going to fit together perfectly, but we want to give you time to come to the same conclusion. We want to keep you safe and make you happy.”
“Keep me safe from who? Are you still being threatened?” Even as Ryder asked the question, she thought she knew the answer.
“Unfortunately, people in our position always have to be careful. We can’t afford to let our guard down,” Gideon said, lowly and calmly. “We have the very best team possible and we have a hardline rule - we don’t negotiate with terrorists. Ever. This common knowledge about us keeps a lot of nuts from doing something stupid, they know it will be for naught. But don’t worry, nothing will happen to us or to you. I promise.”
Ryder knew he couldn’t promise such a thing. No one knew what life held in store. But this night wasn’t a night for apprehension. “Tonight is a night for celebration. Let’s think happy thoughts.”
“Agreed.” Samson rose. “May I have this dance?”
She smiled, took his hand and let him help her to her feet. “Yes, please,” she answered, but glanced at Gideon for approval.
“Go, enjoy yourself. Just save the next dance for me.”
His contented smile convinced Ryder all was well. As she moved to the dance floor with Samson, she considered the dynamics of her unique relationship. Well…it was unique for her, not unique for them. They had done this before, two men attending one woman. A hint of jealousy flashed through her mind. She quelled it. Those other women were gone and she was the one with them now.
“Come close.” Samson pulled her into the circle of his arms as they began to slow dance to the romantic music. Ryder laid her head on his shoulder and sighed with contentment. “No matter what I might worry about, when you touch me, everything falls into place.”
Samson nuzzled her temple with his lips, feathering a soft kiss against her hair. “What are you worrying about? Anything I can do?”
“No.” She rubbed her thumb against the material of his sleeve. “I was just noting the uniqueness of our situation, yet reminding myself I’m not the first.”
“No,” Samson whispered in her ear. “You aren’t the first, but if I have my heart’s desire, you will be the last.” He squeezed her gently. “Have no fear, you are an exception. We have never brought a woman into our home before.”
“But…I saw the bed,” she blurted the words, then blushed.
Samson frowned, then smiled. “Oh, in the suite where I put the clothing from Nieman’s.” When she nodded, he continued to speak. “And the bed you saw, we had it special made in anticipation of finding the one woman we could build a future with. And that woman is you. When we share it with you, it will be the first time we’ve used it.”
“Oh.” She blushed prettily. “I see. And thank you for the clothing. This dress is magnificent.”
“Only because you’re wearing it.” He caressed her cheek, looking into her eyes. “We want you to keep any and all of those things, consider them your homecoming gift.”
“That’s too much, Samson,” Ryder protested. “I do have my own clothes.” A shiver of apprehension wafted over her body. She needed to pay a visit to Highlands to collect some of those things – and make peace with her family. Her brothers were not going to approve of her moving into Falconhead – that went without saying.
“Allow us to do things for you, Ryder. It makes us happy.”
His simple explanation stole any further protest. “Okay,” she acquiesced, relaxing in his arms. They swayed to the music, moving around the dance floor, oblivious to others who might be watching them. Ryder felt like they were in their own little world. “I want you to be happy.”
“Oh, we will be.” Samson rubbed his hand over the smooth skin of her back. “We do have some work to attend to, but we’re going to make sure we have plenty of time for you. I have a few ideas of trips we can take and tonight…” He stole a chaste kiss. “Tonight, we want to share a bed with you.”
Ripples of awareness caused Ryder to quiver against him. “I remember how good it was, that first night at the Driskill. I can’t wait.”
“Good.” Samson enfolded her close.
When the music ended, Gideon stood near. “May I cut in?”
“Of course.”
Samson relinquished her to his brother, who drew Ryder into his arms. She felt like she was floating in a sea of fantasy. “No woman has ever been luckier than I,” she whispered against his chest. “I’m so glad you’re here.” She clutched his shoulder, digging her fingers into the material and the muscle below.
Gideon’s arms tightened around her. “Me too. I know this is new for you, I can just imagine how confused your heart must be.”
He caressed the exposed skin at the small of her back, the same place Samson’s fingers had lingered only moments before. “My heart isn’t confused; my heart knows exactly what it wants.”
“And what is that, love?” he asked, needing to hear the truth once more from her lips.
“I want you. I want both of you, Gideon. Samson and you.” Her voice dropped to a bare whisper. “But I also want my family to accept us, I want my daddy to be okay with this.” She looked up into his face. “I can’t stand the thought of hurting my daddy.”
Gideon kissed her cheek. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”
She lifted a hand to his cheek, just touching him gave her comfort. “Just don’t leave me again. Promise?”
“I won’t.” Gideon let out a long breath. “There are ways. We can make this work. No one will know.”
A close flash in their faces caused Ryder to jerk in Gideon’s arms. He immediately put her behind him.
A man dressed as a waiter stood near, a cell phone in his hand. “Yea, we can make this work. Everyone will know.”
Ryder gasped, she recognized his face. This was the same reporter who’d talked to them on the beach in Florida.
“So, you’re Ryder, Ryder-I, makes sense now,” the reporter sneered.
“Step back!” Gideon ordered.
The reporter took another shot, holding up his phone. “It’s true, isn’t it? The Duke brothers have a kink. Sharing a woman.”
“Stop!” Gideon lunged for him, knocking the phone to the floor, and hitting the guy in the face with his fist.
“Gideon, no!”
“Come on, Sydney, let’s get outta here,” a female voice sounded near. “We’ve got what we came for.”
In the next heartbeat, everything turned to chaos. Gabriel Kahn and his men descended on them, providing a buffer between Ryder and the reporter. “Gideon!” she cried.
“Come with me,” Samson’s voice sounded in her ear. He took her by the arm, leading her from the dining room and out the back way.
“Where’s Gideon?”
“Gabriel is with him. He’ll be along shortly. Let’s get you to the car.” Another man in a suit, one of Gabriel’s crew, went ahead of Samson and Ryder, clearing the way.
Ryder’s heart was hammering in her chest. “What will happen? Will he press charges on Gideon?”
“I don’t know,” Samson admitted, taking her hand as they made their way outside to the limo. “Don’
t worry, we have a team of lawyers. They’ll take care of everything.”
Once Ryder was settled into the seat, Samson climbed in beside of her. He took her hand in his, but he was holding his cell with the other, trying to reach Gideon.
“Hey, everything okay?”
Ryder waited, impatient and shaken. “How is he?” she asked as soon as he disconnected the call.
“He’s fine. We’ll pick him up in the front. The guy isn’t going to press charges.”
Ryder thought this sounded like good news. “Why don’t you look happy about it?”
Samson shook his head. “Oh, I am. I’m just surprised, that’s all. The reporter gave up too easy. Gabriel said there was nothing on his phone.”
“He wasn’t alone, Samson. There was a woman with him.” She didn’t know exactly what that could mean, but she had an uneasy feeling about it.
“Hell,” Samson muttered. “So, we don’t really know what’s out there.”
As the limo pulled to the front to pick up Gideon, Ryder tried to think. “What’s the worst that could happen? We didn’t do anything wrong. We were just dining and dancing.”
Samson smiled at her. “You’re right. Let’s not worry. This night is too special to spoil it by worrying.”
The door opened and Gideon entered. “Are you okay?” Ryder asked.
“Of course.” He soothed her with a kiss. “Gabriel and our legal team will handle everything.”
Ryder said there was a woman with him. Whatever the reporter got is still out there.
Gideon met Samson’s gaze. Yes. I don’t know how bad it is, maybe nothing to worry about.
I just don’t want Ryder hurt.
Neither do I.
“You two look upset,” Ryder observed, looking from one to the other of them. “Are you sure everything is okay?”
Samson decided to be honest. “It’s as okay as we can make it at this moment.”
Ryder relaxed. “No one can ask for anything more.” As she nestled between them, she clasped onto their hands, holding tight. “Let’s go home.”
“Home, Gervis,” Samson announced. “We have important business to attend to.”
At Ryder’s inquisitive, slightly perplexed expression, Gideon chuckled. “Don’t worry, Princess. You’re our business, our most important business. We’re about to attend – to you.”
CHAPTER TEN
Ryder stepped out of the spa-like shower, wrapping herself in a thick, luxurious towel. Even though she was surrounded by opulence, nothing impressed her more than the thought of the men who awaited her in the adjoining room. They’d given her time to prepare – more like time to settle her nerves. Samson and Gideon had to know how momentous this was for her. As she spread scented lotion on her body, Ryder gave herself a pep-talk. “This is what you’ve been dreaming of, girl. You are on the verge of falling head over heels for not one, but two perfect men. All you have to do is walk in that room and give yourself over to your greatest fantasy. Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want.” She giggled a little at her own logic. “And I want it all.”
Taking a steadying breath, Ryder slipped on a gorgeous white, lacy gown. The cutouts and lace were specifically designed to bring a man to his knees. When she unpacked the trunks of items the men had given her from Neiman’s, this and other pieces of exquisite lingerie had been included. After smoothing the silky material down over her hips, Ryder took one last glance into the mirror – big eyes, rosy cheeks, lips plump and pink from being tortured by her own teeth, and a body that was more than excited - if the state of her nipples was any indication. “Oh well, this is who you are.” Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Ryder left the bathroom to go meet her two men in the decadent suite with the bed big enough for three.
“Hello, princess, how beautiful you look.” Samson’s deep voice both soothed and seduced her, calling to mind the pleasure she knew he could give her. He looked so good, waiting by the bed, for a moment she couldn’t breathe. Everything about him was so familiar, yet so impressive. She let her eyes rove over his broad shoulders, rigid pecs, and washboard abs. A curl of excitement wound its way through her body, as she noticed the boxer briefs that did little to conceal his huge cock.
“Thank you.” Blushing, she looked away – then realized they were alone. “Where’s Gideon?”
Hearing the panic in her voice, Samson pointed to the door. “Look.”
Ryder did as she was told, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw Gideon coming through the door carrying a tray filled with champagne and three glasses. “Did you miss me?” he asked.
“Yes,” she admitted. “I thought you’d changed your mind.”
Gideon set the tray on a table near the bed. “Not a chance in this lifetime, sweetheart.” Coming to her, he took both of her hands in his. “You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. Don’t you think so, brother?”
“I do,” Samson agreed wholeheartedly.
Gideon released her hands to shrug out of his clothing, while Ryder ate him up with her eyes. He didn’t stop at his shorts, but shed them unabashedly for her. Her eyes widened. Even though she’d seen him before, the sight still made her breath hitch in her throat. He was big, the head of his manhood wide even when not fully hard. His balls hung heavy and she licked her lips in anticipation of touching him.
Seeing where her eyes were focused, Gideon gave her a wink. “You can touch me anytime you want to, what you see belongs to you.”
“That’s right.” Samson came behind her, lifting her hair and kissing her neck. “You can touch us and we can touch you. Why don’t you satisfy your curiosity with Gideon?”
Hearing Samson give his approval; Ryder sank to her knees in front of Gideon, aware that Samson had done the same thing behind her. She didn’t know what to expect, but she knew what she wanted. Ryder let her fingers graze Gideon’s thighs, her eyes on his cock. Because of her perusal, he was now thick, long, and ready. She shivered at the thought of what she was about to do, savoring the moment. Her nipples were aching and her sex was weeping with excitement.
“Go ahead, baby. I’ve got you.” Samson body blanketed hers from behind, easing her up to sit on his thighs. “This way I can play and please you while you take care of Gideon.”
Ryder was so aroused and happy that she was trembling. “Okay, I’ll do my best.” Taking Gideon’s cock in one hand, she lowered her head, licking her way up his length, loving how he reacted – with a groan and the shaft becoming even firmer and thicker in her grasp.
“Your best will kill me, I’m afraid,” Gideon whispered, tangling his fingers in her hair.
As she laved the length of him, sucking and nipping her way up to the tip, Gideon widened his stance and began pushing deeper into her mouth. With a whimper, she enveloped him completely, loving that he bellowed in agonized pleasure and bucked his hips in helpless response.
“That’s it, love, take him deeper,” Samson praised her, kissing her neck and working the gown she wore up over her hips. “This way I can run my hands all over your body.” He could sense Gideon’s pleasure, sense the velvety touch of her tongue, the pull of those sweet lips. Amazing. She’s incredible.
God, yes. I can’t think. Touch her, Samson. “Deeper, baby. Take me deeper,” Gideon ground out the words, his eyes closing in abject ecstasy.
Ryder stretched her lips to accommodate him, achingly aware that Samson’s mouth and hands were busy on her body. As she tended to Gideon, Samson was playing with her breasts, massaging the nipples, plumping and kneading the quivering globes. He was also kissing her neck and shoulders, whispering sweet erotic things in her ear.
“You’re so perfect. I love your breasts. You are the sexiest woman alive. I can’t wait to bury my cock deep into your softness. You’re driving us both wild, Princess.”
Needing to please them both, she pressed back against Samson. Beneath her bare bottom, she could feel him – equally bare. He’d lost his shorts and she could
feel his big cock beneath her. Parting her thighs, she made room for him, hungry for the feel of him against her feminine core.
“Look up, I need your eyes,” Gideon instructed. With a hum of agreement, she did as he asked, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked harder, meeting his hungry, intense stare. He tasted so good, she hoped she was pleasing him. The only point of reference she had for this were the books she read and the practice sessions she and Pepper had held with a cucumber. The thought made her smile around Gideon’s cock.
“What are you smiling about?” Gideon asked, not expecting an answer.
“Maybe it’s me,” Samson said, his hands still on her breasts, his cock sandwiched between the lips of her labia. “If I move this way, the head of my cock nudges her clit.” He bucked his hips and Ryder moaned. “See? Our baby is so sensitive and responsive.”
Ryder shivered, her hands moving around Gideon to clutch his ass, her fingernails digging in. His reaction was to grab her hair, twist it around his fist, then pump into her mouth with a hard thrust. She did her best to give him what he needed without gagging. Like she’d read in the books, Ryder tilted her throat and breathed through her nose, still licking and lapping at the underside of his shaft. Each time he pulled out, she swirled her tongue around the tip and tongued the spot she’d always heard was sensitive underneath.
God, she’s killing me, Samson.
I can’t wait. I’ve got to be inside of her.
Is she wet?
Ryder was super aware of them both. As she cradled Gideon’s cock on her tongue, she took him even deeper until he was touching the back of her throat and her lips were near the base. Then she worked her way up and back – up and back. Until…she felt Samson lift her and touch her between the legs. Letting go of Gideon, she exclaimed. “Oh, God!”
Yes. Wet, creamy, and hot. She’s on fire for us. “Sit on the bed, beautiful. Gideon, help her.”
Gideon, knowing what Samson intended, helped Ryder get into place between his thighs, so she could hold onto him while his brother took her from the back.