Ray, Helena - A Bride for Two Roughnecks [Male Order, Texas] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Helena Ray

  She cautiously entered her room, now on the lookout for home invaders. But what she saw wasn’t the sort of thing burglars would leave behind. In her room hung a garment bag with Jacqueline’s emblazoned across it in white script. A note was attached to the hanger.

  Hey, gorgeous. Meet us downstairs at 8 and get ready for the time of your life. XO, Tristan

  Alexis’s heart started beating faster as she unzipped the bag. She pulled it down to reveal a bright red lace dress. It had a fitted bodice and a short, flowing A-line skirt. Alexis laughed to herself as she fingered the rich lace. With its straight neckline and three-quarter sleeves, it was distinctly reminiscent of a ballet costume. Her men were messing with her.

  She glanced across the room and saw that it was already nearly five o’clock. Time to start getting ready. After examining the dress once again, Alexis danced toward the bathroom, shedding her clothes as she prepared to ready herself for a night with two deliciously sexy cowboy billionaires. Damn, she was lucky.

  Chapter 9

  Clicks echoed as Tristan’s Italian leather oxfords hit the marble floor of the apartment building. He felt like Jeremiah with his pacing back and forth, but he couldn’t erase the news footage from his mind. Over and over moving pictures played in his brain of his near assault on the reporter. There would doubtless be hell to pay, and the reporter would probably press charges. However, none of that mattered to him as much as the impact of the footage on his relationship with Alexis.

  “Calm down, Tris.” Jeremiah sat calmly on one of the white leather and metal modernist chairs positioned in groups around the lobby. “You were an ass and may have lost the case for us, but that has nothing to do with Alexis.”

  “You think it doesn’t? You think she’s going to like seeing video of me assaulting a man over and over again?”

  “Technically, it was only attempted assault.”

  Tristan shot his dirtiest look at Jeremiah, who had the audacity to merely shrug.

  “Jer, I want this to work. I want this to be the one. And I may have jeopardized that today.”

  “Hi.” The soft coo of a female voice broke into their conversation. Tristan looked over to see an angel in red stepping off the elevator and heading in their direction. The dress they had picked out looked perfect with her tan and her big, light brown eyes. And damn, did it hug her curves. Her breasts pushed against the lace of the dress, and Tristan could feel something of his own straining against some fabric. She wore her hair in a tight ballet bun and topped off the whole thing with bright red lipstick. He couldn’t wait to see the lipstick stains that color would leave on his cock.

  His pacing turned into a quick stride to where she stood. He lowered his head to taste her mouth gently, not wanting a hair out of place on this vision in front of her. God, this was the woman whose virginity he had taken. Just the memory of the wet heat of her pussy had him hard and ready to fuck her again. But he knew that wasn’t possible.

  Jeremiah also crossed to Alexis and kissed her gently. They had talked about it earlier, and after last night, they wanted to give her the sexual reins today. Granted, they both fully intended to take over once they got to some sex, but she had to initiate the interaction.

  Both men offered their elbows, and Alexis hooked her arms through each. She looked between them, and Tristan thought about how perfectly she complemented them. She was tall, blonde, and gorgeous, but she was also sweet and innocent with a strong independent streak. This was the kind of woman Tristan could see himself growing old with.

  “So where to tonight?” Jeremiah asked as he pushed the door open. “We want to give you whatever you want.”

  Alexis bit her lip as she thought, and Tristan wanted to run his tongue over the little bite and soothe the sting. Hell, he just wanted to plunge his tongue into any part of her. Remembering the taste of her sweet cream made his mouth water.

  “What about dinner?”

  Tristan looked at Jeremiah and knew he was thinking exactly the same thing.

  “You like Asian food?”

  “I love it!”

  “Hold on, I’ve just got to make a call.” Jeremiah released Alexis with a kiss on her cheek and walked around the corner.

  “What was that look the two of you exchanged?”

  “What look?” Tristan feigned innocence.

  “I’m not that stupid. The two of you have something up your sleeve.”

  Tristan wrapped his arms around Alexis’s waist and pulled her body against his. “You haven’t seemed to mind what we dreamt up in the past.” He moved close to her and whispered into her ear. “You certainly appeared to enjoy yourself last night, all laid out on the stage with Jeremiah fucking his cock into you from behind.”

  Alexis whimpered a little and leaned into his chest, and Tristan swore he could smell the distinct aroma of female arousal.

  “Okay, all set.” Jeremiah strolled back around the corner, looking smug and confident as ever. “Alexis, would you fancy a trip to Male Order’s magnolia grove?”

  She looked in between Jeremiah and Tristan. “What does that have to do with any…” She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then nodded enthusiastically. “Let’s do it.”

  “Oh, honey,” Tristan said. “We’ll do it, all right.”

  * * * *

  Alexis’s eyes had widened when he’d walked her to the Rolls Royce waiting around the corner. Tristan had suggested they impress her with one of Jeremiah’s many sports cars, but Jeremiah felt the Rolls had a certain classic, romantic feel to it.

  He ushered her in and headed south toward Blue Topaz Lane and the lake, eager to show Alexis what he had waiting for her. They arrived, and Jeremiah delighted in taking Alexis’s hand as she navigated the dark grove of trees. Between him and Tristan, her feet barely touched the ground. The transformation was so fast for Jeremiah. All of the sudden, it was beyond him how he’d lived without having a woman to care for and spoil all these years.

  They got to the edge of the water, and a full Chinese meal was laid out for them. A string of white Chinese lanterns hung in the trees above them, casting a soft, romantic glow over the setup. The chef stood to the right of his opulent picnic. Alexis looked so adorable as she rushed forward then turned back to them, an incredulous expression plastered across her face.

  “That’s…that’s…how did you get…” she stammered as she looked back and forth between them, the meal, and the chef.

  Jeremiah stepped forward to take care of the situation.

  “Alexis Darnielle, my darling, meet Shen Jie Rui, winner of Chef Wars, season two.”

  She stuck out her hand to shake his, but the expression didn’t leave her face.

  “Oh my god, it’s such a pleasure to meet you.” Her giddiness warmed Jeremiah from the inside out. “I’m such a fan, and I mean, Andrei was so terrible when he insulted your—”

  “It’s okay. Winning made it all worth it. Call me Jie.”

  She continued shaking his hand, wide-eyed.

  “Okay, sweetheart, time to let the man go.” Tristan ushered Alexis toward the picnic blanket.

  “Thanks, man, I owe you.” Jeremiah and Jie bumped fists.

  “No problem at all. Let me know how it goes, all right?”

  “What, the meal?”

  Jie gave a knowing smile and a wink. “Whatever you want, man.”

  Jeremiah headed quickly to the picnic blanket, eager to spoil Alexis exactly as much as she deserved. They ate in peace, talking and laughing quietly. Alexis switched between leaning on each one of them, as she had the night before. Jeremiah felt himself relaxing, finally free of the stress of the trial. Alexis made all that cease to matter. Her coy smiles and warming laugh endeared her more and more to him each minute.

  Jeremiah’s attention, though, didn’t stay on that. He couldn’t help but notice the way fitted red lace emphasized her perky, round breasts. He remembered the feel of those in his hands, and his cock pressed against the zipper of his pants, eager to feel the warm
sheath of her pussy again.

  “Well, that was delicious,” she said as she stretched out and her breasts strained against the lace of her dress. Jeremiah caught her while she was stretching and dragged her to sit against his chest.

  “I know something more delicious.” His words were muffled as he pressed his mouth against the side of her neck and landed several small nibbles. Alexis giggled, and Jeremiah caught her chin in his hand and tilted her face toward his. He had only meant to give a sweet, teasing kiss, but the feel of the hot abyss of her mouth pushed his libido into overdrive. He plundered the sweetness of her mouth, licking, biting, sucking, doing everything he wanted to do to other parts of her.

  She responded in kind, her fists balling around his shirt, her hips pumping against him relentlessly. He paused for breath and saw that Tristan had crawled behind her to kiss the revealed flesh of her neck and palm her breasts.

  They were going to need to move this little adventure. Jeremiah hauled himself to his feet, difficult with his raging erection begging for relief.

  “Let’s go.” His growled words were all it took for Tristan and Alexis to follow as he hurried toward the car. He looked back and saw that Tristan had Alexis flung over his shoulder as he took long strides forward. The hold presented her ass to Jeremiah, and the round globes called to him and his straining cock.

  They arrived at the car, and Tristan practically threw Alexis into the seat. As they all settled in, Tristan asked, “Are we going all the way back downtown?” Clearly, he did something to Alexis in the back seat because her soft moans filled the car.

  “Fuck no,” Jeremiah said, suddenly wishing he had taken the Lamborghini instead. “My place.” He turned and headed toward SoMale to his loft where he had plans to claim Alexis as his.

  * * * *

  Tristan’s kiss was blistering. His teeth and tongue seared Alexis’s mouth with their desperation. A soft bed captured the two of them as he pushed her backward and landed on top of her. Alexis tried to open her eyes and take in the room, but another sight distracted her.

  Jeremiah sat back on his heels, already naked, his impressive cock fully erect and ready for action. He reached down and knotted Alexis’s hair in his hand. He pulled her head backward and rubbed the pre-cum dripping from his cock along her lips. She licked the tip of his cock eagerly, savoring his salty tang. He pushed his cock forward, and Alexis eagerly opened her mouth, more than happy to oblige his desires. He groaned as she wrapped her lips around his head and sucked, taking him deeper down her throat, inch by inch.

  “No fair.” Tristan straddled her lap, and her eyes darted toward him, her lips still encircling Jeremiah’s erection. “Your day was just fucking dandy, Jer. No one was personally attacking your job performance left and right.” Tristan wrapped a hand behind Alexis’s neck and dragged her up to a sitting position. She sighed a little after her mouth reluctantly released Jeremiah’s cock.

  Tristan had undressed, and yet again, the sight of his muscular chest sent lightning bolts of pure heat rushing to Alexis’s pussy. He moved into a sitting position and pulled Alexis to sit on his lap, his erection pushing against the soft globes of her ass. His lips found hers in another scorching kiss, and Tristan wasted no time getting to his final destination. He slid one wide, work-roughened finger into Alexis’s wet entrance, causing her to gasp and break the kiss. He added a second finger and pumped into her with a relentless pace. Her sheath clenched on his fingers, wanting every bit of fullness possible. An image flashed through Alexis’s mind of her ultimate fantasy, but she quickly dismissed it. There was plenty to keep her distracted.

  Tristan playfully pushed Alexis off his lap, and she plopped onto the large, soft bed. Tristan stood on the bed and walked to hover over her. He stood with his legs on either side of her head and lowered himself to dip his cock into her mouth.

  She decided to try a little game of her own. Her mouth widened to let in the substantial girth, and his massive cock dipped into her waiting mouth. She wrapped her lips around just the very tip and sucked as hard as she could, eliciting a sharp hiss from Tristan.

  “God, yes.” His cry of pleasure came from behind gritted teeth.

  Alexis refused to indulge him too much just yet and only laved her tongue around the head. Tristan tried to hold her head in place, allowing him to fuck her mouth. She had other plans, though. Her head twisted from side to side, always just out of reach of Tristan’s searching hands. He finally captured Alexis’s head and held her in place, but she closed her mouth tightly and wouldn’t allow Tristan to push his cock inside.

  He growled at Alexis’s flirtatious insubordination, and she allowed herself to release a small giggle.

  Never one to give in easily, Alexis just shook her head, and pressed her lips tighter, the tips turning up in a grin.

  Suddenly, Tristan massaged his callused fingertips into the flesh of Alexis’s hips and tenderly flipped her so she lay on her stomach. If this turned out like the last time she had been on her stomach, she didn’t mind at all. Two hands massaging her ass suggested it would turn out exactly the same. She relaxed into his massage, inching her ass up into his hands in a silent request for more.

  “So you think you can run the show?” Tristan’s voice held an even more erotic edge, and for reasons beyond Alexis’s comprehension, a fresh wave of liquefied heat poured from her pulsing cunt.

  “Aaaahh!” Alexis heard herself scream before she registered what was happening. Her brain rushed to comprehend the situation, but a second forceful slap to her ass expelled all rational thought.

  Her ass was on fire as it received a third loud smack. It burned, but after the fourth slap, something strange happened. The fire of the spanking turned from pain to white-hot pleasure. She found herself wiggling her ass upward for another blow that would resonate through her dripping pussy. Slap after slap, her screams turned into moans, and she longed to be touched.

  “Tristan, Jeremiah, please,” she managed between gasps and slaps. “I need you, I need something.”

  “Our little plaything is begging, Tris. Should we do something about that?”

  Tristan only responded with another smack to Alexis’s ass. He stopped his delectable pummeling for a moment to massage the soft globes. The contrast of his gentle touch only fanned the fire blazing between Alexis’s legs. He issued another smack then leaned over and slid his tongue along the curve of one cheek.

  “This ass tastes delicious,” he murmured as he landed a small bite right in the center of one cheek. Jeremiah’s lips landed on the other cheek, and Alexis’s inner muscles convulsed with the power of the flames consuming her.

  “She seems a little wet.” Jeremiah’s breath ghosted over the wet folds of her pussy, and her hips bucked upward of their own volition. She needed more, and she needed more now.

  “I can’t do this.” Much to Alexis’s embarrassment, her voice came out like a strangled cry. “I need something…I need you.” Another upward thrust of her hips punctuated her plaintive cry.

  “She seems to want something.” The vibrations of his voice seemed to flow straight to her asshole, and the image of her fantasy flashed up in her mind.

  “Both of you.”

  “What was that, beautiful?” Jeremiah laid his head on the pillow next to her face, and Alexis mustered the courage to tell him what she wanted as bluntly as possible.

  “I want both of you inside me.” She searched his eyes, still uncertain, even after their conversation the previous evening, if her desires were too strange, too illicit for her to voice aloud.

  Apparently, that was just what Jeremiah wanted to hear. A wicked grin spread across his face, and he hurried away from her back to where Tristan was still kissing and massaging her ass.

  “You heard the woman. Time to give her what she wants.”

  As Jeremiah dismounted from the bed, Tristan moved his hand beneath Alexis and brushed over her mound. He pushed her lips aside with two fingers and used his thumb to massage against her engorged
clit. Fuck! That felt too good, and Alexis knew that between that and her spanking, she was about to come.

  “Tristan,” she begged, “Tristan, I’m close.”

  His hand instantly disappeared, and Alexis turned her head back to him in protest.

  “What the fuck?” Her disappointment erased any sense of propriety she’d once had.

  “Not until we say so. You’re gonna come when we do. We don’t want to wear you out too soon.” He leaned over her back, and the feeling of his cock bumping against the seam of her ass added to the painful arousal coming from between her legs. “There are so many things we have to do to you, honey. Trust me, we’ll make you come. And when you do, it’s gonna be like anything you’ve ever felt.” He pushed his cock forward, separating the globes of her ass. “Ever.”

  Jeremiah reentered the room and climbed onto the bed. Alexis heard a slurping noise and then the sound of liquid being rubbed against something.

  Lube.

  “I think it’s time to give the little princess here what she wants.”

  Obeying Jeremiah’s wicked command, Tristan put an arm beneath Alexis’s chest and hauled her to a sitting position. He released her and brushed a hand over her pebbled nipples, eliciting a soft whimper from Alexis. Jeremiah placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face Tristan.

  Alexis obediently opened her legs, understanding Jeremiah’s silent orders completely. Tristan put his hands on her hips as she straddled his lap. He held her over his cock, moving the tip up and down the wet folds of her pussy. Her hips bucked in objection to the teasing, and an amused sparkle appeared in Tristan’s eyes. He turned suddenly serious for a moment and looked straight at her.