Ecstasy Times Two Plus Three [The Dakota Dynasty 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Robin Gideon

  “I thought you said you owed me a favor?” The stewardess shrugged her slender shoulders in acceptance. “You’re a lucky lady. Such good-looking men and with cocks to die for.”

  Feeling the woman’s gaze on her, Lydia returned to sucking, aware that another woman was watching her with voyeuristic intent, and aware that she was envious of what Lydia had.

  Lydia looked up at the men and whispered, “Come for me. Don’t hold back.”

  She put the heads of their cocks close to each other, then simultaneously licked on both of them. It was a theatrical move, intended, somewhat maliciously though perhaps just mischievously, to torment the stewardess, at least just a little.

  I wonder if they want to come on my face. The thought sent a shiver through Lydia. She’d never let any man do that to her, though she’d seen it occasionally in a video clip on a naughty website on the Internet. If they want to, I’ll let them. That’ll drive the stewardess out of her flippin’ mind.

  “Do you want to come on my face?” The words were out of Lydia’s mouth before she could stop them. To hear them being spoken caused the breath to catch in her throat. “I’ll let you, if you want to.”

  Once again, both men earned her absolute adoration by shaking their heads.

  She resumed her activities then, though now with the calculated determination to make them climax quickly and powerfully. She drew a firmer suction on their excitable flesh, and as she stroked her fists over the slick shafts, she rotated them around the cocks while pumping back and forth.

  Nick was the first to come. He uttered a single “uh!” and then hot cum splashed against the roof of Lydia’s mouth. The cum was salty and thick, and seemed to pump endlessly through the shaft and against her tongue. Lydia swallowed several times, shivering once because it wasn’t a taste she enjoyed, though she’d never tell Nick that.

  As soon as Nick was satisfied and Lydia was certain that she’d drained him dry, she turned her full attention upon the cowboy. In less than a minute he, too, was flooding her mouth with his semen, his egg-shaped balls releasing their load only to be instantly swallowed.

  “Somebody’s coming,” the stewardess whispered, the panic in her voice unmistakable.

  Chapter Five

  The key executives of New Oslo International were sitting around the long, oval-shaped table of brightly polished oak. Though it was casual Friday, Nick wore an immaculate gray pinstriped suit from Brooks Brothers, and his Florsheims couldn’t have been more brightly polished. Caleb had on a denim shirt that had been washed so many times it was nearly white, and a pair of Levi’s worn often enough that the outline of his wallet was clearly visible, and a pair of cowboy boots, the leather of which was butter-soft with age.

  Stop paying so frickin’ much attention to what they’re wearing and how gorgeous they are.

  Lydia looked down at the sheets of paper resting on the table in front of her. Printed on them were the monthly profit and loss totals.

  If only emotions could be boiled down to so many dollars and cents, of profits and losses. What did I profit by getting involved with them in Mumbai? I had the greatest experience of my life, and the fantastic sex was only a part of it. And what were my losses for the experience? I feel like I’ve been sucker punched in the stomach. I feel like there’s a hand squeezing my heart. I should have known better. I should have kept my distance.

  “Lydia, nice work in Mumbai,” Dylan Amberson said from across the table, after an accountant had finished his program and left the room. “Seems like you really impressed them.”

  Lydia raised her head and looked at her younger brother. She felt a little disoriented after thinking about how miserable she was without Nick and Caleb in her life, in her arms, in her body.

  “Pardon?” Lydia said after a moment. “I missed that. I was thinking about these numbers.”

  “I said you did great work in India. They seem really impressed with you.”

  Lydia felt a warm flush go through her. True, she had impressed the Mumbai businessmen, but the emotions she generated in Caleb and Nick were rather more negative. Despite herself, her gaze flicked toward the end of the table where the two men were seated. She found herself looking first into Caleb’s eyes, then into Nick’s. With some difficulty, she dragged her gaze back to her brother.

  “Thank you. That’s nice of you to say.”

  What a lame thing to say to your own brother. Damn it, get your frickin’ act together!

  “Well, it’s about lunchtime,” Dylan continued. “What about we all go to The Cattleman’s Paradise and have a good meal to celebrate? I’ll call in advance so they’re not surprised by a table of eight.”

  The breath caught in Lydia’s throat. “No,” she said, a bit too quickly and more forcefully than she had intended. In a softer tone, she added, “I mean, I’ll have to eat at my desk.”

  “You work too much, big sister,” Dylan said, his grin infectiously cheerful. “Let your little brother buy you a big, juicy steak and a nice glass of wine to go with it.”

  Lydia had always been a softy when it came to her siblings. She felt herself grinning, then combed her fingers through her head as she shook her head.

  She said, “You always get your way, don’t you?”

  “Most of the time, but not always.”

  “Fine. Let’s all go have some lunch, but the steak you buy me has to be petite cut, not one of those gigantic slabs of beef you like.” She patted her hip. “I’m thirty-five now. I can’t eat like I did as a teenager or I’ll gain a ton.”

  “You make thirty-five sound ancient,” Nick said from across the room as everyone rose from their chairs. “You shouldn’t. You’re still a young woman.”

  Unsure of what she could say in reply, and feeling an embarrassed blush rising in her cheeks, Lydia turned toward the door, fighting to find the composure she’d need to be nonchalant while Nick and Caleb were so near.

  * * * *

  Nick couldn’t take his eyes off Lydia’s backside as she walked from the SUV toward the front entrance of The Cattleman’s Paradise Bar and Grill. Her body, he had decided somewhere during the flight back from India, was angelic, nothing less than heavenly. Perfection. Spectacular breasts so full and round, a narrow waist, and nicely rounded hips. And with her ebony black hair styled as it was now, parted slightly off-center and allowed to flow freely over her shoulders, she had an airy, more casual appearance than usual. Like himself, she never partook of “casual Fridays,” so instead of the usual jeans and a light blouse that so many women in the office donned, she wore a red skirt suit with a navy-blue silk blouse, and matching pumps.

  She’s wearing silk thigh-highs under that skirt, and her panties and bra will be a matching set that’s lovely to the eyes.

  Evocative memories of putting his hands beneath her skirt and blouse came flooding back to him in a series of visualizations that made his stride falter momentarily. He quickly righted himself, then cursed the fact that, where Lydia was concerned, he was mooning and swooning like an adolescent.

  I’d pay a serious fortune to have her in front of me, standing naked as the day she was born. For all the hot, sexy things we’ve done to each other, I’ve never seen her naked.

  It wasn’t a pleasant thought, though, because she had made it quite clear that such an occurrence would never happen. Not ever. Business and pleasure should never mix because whenever they did, chaos and agony ensued. She’d made it quite clear that those were her opinions on the topic, and they weren’t going to change. And if there was anything that Nick knew about Lydia, it was that she was opinionated, willful, and about as stubborn as any woman he’d ever met in his life.

  She glanced over her shoulder at the men following her, and Nick involuntarily clenched his right hand into a fist because, with her raven black hair swirling around her face, he knew in his heart of hearts that he’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.

  She’s thirty-five and she thinks she’s fucking ancient. I’m in my for
ties, and so is Caleb. Somehow, someway, I’ve got to convince her that we’re the right men for her, that we’re not too old for her, and that there can be adventure in her life without her suffering for it. She needs adventure. I’ve just got to figure out what it should be.

  Nick smiled bitterly at the thought. Why is it, he wondered, that the most stunningly attractive women are always insecure with their looks and age, and those who really should pay a little closer attention to both their age and their looks, were dead-certain confident of their appearance?

  The feel of her voluptuous breasts pressing against his chest as he fucked her, with an animal-intensity he’d never before experienced, against the soda machine in Mumbai, filled his consciousness, and once again there was a hitch in his stride.

  “Easy, Nick,” Caleb said out of the side of his mouth, keeping his voice very low. “I know she’s a hell of a distraction, but we’ve got to keep up appearances.”

  “We’ve got to talk privately,” Nick replied in a whisper. “We’ve got to figure something out.”

  * * * *

  Caleb stepped into The Cattleman’s Paradise, and paused a moment to let his eyes adjust to the difference in light intensity. He was glad he stopped because Lydia, at that moment, had also stopped. But then, temporarily blinded by going from the bright North Dakota sunlight to the darkened interior of a sports bar and grill, she took another step backward and bumped into his chest.

  In a blinding instant, the question What would it feel like to have my chest against her back in bed while we’re fucking? came to mind. It was followed instantly by Does she like getting fucked in the ass?

  Neither one of these questions were suitable for Caleb’s peace of mind, since his cock immediately paid attention to them and started twitching and growing inside his Levi’s.

  Nick’s so wrapped in knots because of her he’s stumbling around like a drunken man, and I’m getting a hard-on just from a silly, errant thought. The fucking woman’s driving me out of my fucking mind.

  Caleb’s pupils had adjusted sufficiently for him to see the owner of The Cattleman’s Paradise standing before the customers from New Oslo International. Her name was Candice Olssen, and since purchasing the tavern from her grandparents, she’d turned a reasonably successful steakhouse into the hottest place to drink and dine in the territory. Gone were the dowdy, utilitarian polyester waitress dresses that had never given a flattering appearance to any woman, no matter how beautiful or how physically blessed. In place of the polyester dress were Daisy Duke denims, halter-style tops, and either cowboy boots or stilettos with heels long enough they could be used for weapons. With a more than twenty-to-one ratio of men to women in and around New Oslo, the owner obviously knew how to play to her audience.

  Though she now owned the tavern, she was dressed like the servers, and her blatant sensuality was jolting to Nick’s masculine senses. Though she obviously wore a bra, her white blouse had been rolled up and tied into a knot between her breasts to form a halter. She was showing a cock-hardening amount of cleavage, and a stomach that was made for kissing. Her curving hips were highlighted with a pair of denim short-shorts. Though sporting a few more pounds than optimal, she made her legs seem longer and more slender by wearing a pair of open-toed pumps with dramatic heels.

  “Looking good, Candice,” Dylan said as he walked past her.

  “You’re always a flirt,” she replied. “That’s one of the things I like about you.”

  Candice, as hostess, directed them to a rectangular table that seated eight.

  “Sister, why don’t you sit there,” Dylan said, pointing across the table from him. “And Nick, if you’d sit there”—he pointed to the chair just to her right—“and Caleb, if you sit there, I’ll be able to ask the last of my questions I have regarding your last trip, and be able to hear you over the din in here.”

  For a flashing moment, Nick wondered whether Dylan suspected something of what had happened in Mumbai. When he looked around the tavern, he saw that it was packed to the rafters with oil workers and cowboys. Though it was only noon, it was noon on a Friday, so there were already oilrig workers and cowboys playing pool for money, and for those who were done working for the week, drinking beer. The place was only going to get louder as afternoon turned into evening.

  An hour later, Caleb felt like he had been put into a gigantic pressure cooker. To be sitting so close to Lydia, but not being able to touch her and having to be conscious of wanting to look at her, was a slow torture for him. The Cattleman’s Paradise was famous for its steaks, but Caleb hardly tasted his as he ate it.

  Lydia’s napkin slipped from the table to the floor. When she bent toward Caleb to reach down for it, he was given a glimpse down her blouse. Firm, extravagant breasts were lovingly held in a white bra with lace on the upper edge. Caleb felt as though lightning had suddenly shot through his veins, and his cock immediately reached a half-hard condition.

  Torture. This is fucking torture.

  * * * *

  Lydia glanced at her wristwatch, a small, gold Rolex Oyster, and sighed wearily with pleasure. It was a few minutes to five, which meant that very shortly the workday would end. She intended on going home, making herself a gin martini or two, and watching Casablanca. What better movie to watch than one where lovers, because of circumstances beyond their control, can fall in love but can’t stay together in the end?

  It had been a hellish day for Lydia. To sit between Caleb and Nick during lunch and not be able to touch them had made her twitchy for hours. And they had both seemed especially sexy that day, with Nick in his suit and tie and looking so sophisticated, and Caleb looking like he was a model for Ralph Lauren…

  Lydia remembered they’d been dressed very much the same way when they had taken their return flight from Mumbai. Tall and muscular and handsome they’d been when she’d looked up at them while she knelt at their feet, sucking their cocks.

  The thought made Lydia shiver. Had she actually done that, or was that just a dream? Or, perhaps, it was a nightmare? And she’d done it with that stewardess standing right there, watching her lewd actions, making her behavior even more obscene.

  There was a knock on her office door a moment before it opened, and Dylan stuck his head inside.

  “Hey, do you have a minute before we leave for the weekend?”

  “Sure, come on in.” Lydia was grateful for the disturbance. It kept her from thinking about her actions in Mumbai, and on the 747 coming back to the States.

  Dylan sat in one of the two chairs that faced Lydia’s desk. A few years younger than herself, they’d always been close as siblings.

  “Can I ask you a question of a personal nature?” he asked.

  Lydia felt an immediate twinge in her stomach. She felt as though icy-cold air had suddenly blown upon her. She and her brothers had made a point of never talking about their love lives because, particularly with the male Ambersons, the bedmates in their lives never lasted very long before getting replaced by a new one.

  “Of course you can,” Lydia said, feigning nonchalance when, in reality, every instinct in her was screaming for her to get up and run out of the office as fast as her feet in high-heeled pumps could carry her.

  “Have you got something going with Nick or Caleb?”

  “Wow, talk about getting straight to the point!” Lydia tried to laugh a little, just to diminish the impact of the words. Whatever sound she’d managed to make didn’t much sound like a laugh, though. “I’ll grant you, they’re both handsome men, but they’re colleagues of mine, which means there’s no way in hell I’d ever let anything happen of a romantic nature.” She tried another laugh, failed miserably at sounding lighthearted, then promised herself to never try it again. Dylan knew her too well for her to be convincing. “I’m curious to know, though, what makes you ask?”

  “Maybe I’m wrong, but there seemed to be a chemistry between you and the men at the meeting this morning, and during lunch. A tension I hadn’t noticed ever before.
I was just thinking that maybe something happened during your trip to India.”

  Dylan could have punched her in the stomach for the impact his words had on her.

  “Thank you for your brotherly concern, but nothing happened. Like I said before, they’re both good-looking men, but I would never date a coworker. Besides, I’d have to pick between them, and I couldn’t do that.”

  She was surprised when Dylan’s eyes narrowed on her. She could tell he was thinking, she just couldn’t read his thoughts.

  “You know,” he said after a weighty silence, “it isn’t necessarily true that office romances always cause train wrecks of the heart, just as it isn’t true that you’d necessarily have to choose one over the other. You might want to have them both.”

  If the original question was a punch to the stomach for Lydia, the statement, spoken as fact, that she didn’t have to make a choice between the men, was a knockout fist to the chin. For a moment, Lydia felt light-headed. She placed her palms flat on her desk and lowered her gaze for a couple seconds.

  “Brother, that’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” She lifted her gaze to his. “The fine folks here would go out of their freakin’ minds if they ever thought a woman had more than one boyfriend. This is North Dakota, not California, after all. It’s New Oslo, not San Francisco.”

  “If they knew about it, sure, they’d all go a little nutty,” Dylan replied, his gaze holding hers. “But that’s only if they knew about it.” He looked away, and Lydia could tell that he was deliberating what exactly he would say next. “I know of a relationship here in town that’s a ménage à trois.”

  Lydia’s jaw dropped open. “You’re kidding me? Who?”

  Dylan smiled and shook his head. “The information was divulged to me because it was necessary that I know about it. I really can’t let you know who the—how shall I put this?—the guilty parties are. But I can promise you this, there’s a woman in New Oslo with two men in her life.”