Alpha Thunder [Alpha Protectors 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lyzie Carlisle

  “All right.” Oh, my god. How long had Doug been at the door? Had he seen her studying the sculpture? She hoped her face wasn’t as red as it felt.

  He made quick work of putting the pages back in order and kept the folder in his hand. “We’ll probably go through this with Mike to make it easier for him to give us a true idea of what he wants. He should be here soon. You might want to grab a notebook and pen to take down his ideas.”

  Marcy rose quickly from the chair and reached for a tablet on the shelves near her desk. “I’ll be ready when you need me.” She turned back to Doug and smiled at him with what she hoped was a look of confidence. After seeing Mike’s folder, the reality was she had more questions than before, too many to be answered as fast as she wanted, and all about her bosses rather than their friend and client.

  Doug smiled at her and left the room they’d given her for an office. She needed to get a grip. That last page with the picture of the sculpture of two men and a woman filled her mind and reminded her of the playfulness of Troy and Doug with her at their pool. She’d been in a similar position as the woman in that sculpture and the woman in the painting, although things hadn’t gone that far for her. But things could have gone that far if she’d wanted. What would that be like? Her face heated just thinking about it.

  Both in the painting and the sculpture the men had been skin to skin with the woman. What exactly had the men been doing to the women? These were situations she’d never considered before. Now that she’d spent some time with Doug and Troy, she needed to think about what their playfulness could lead to. What would she do if she found herself in the same situation as the women in those works of art?

  She heard the front door open and Troy and Doug welcome Mike. She took a deep breath and headed out of her office and down the hall toward the three good-looking guys. Mike was as tall as Troy and Doug and looked a few years older. She smiled at him as they all three turned toward her.

  “Mike,” Troy said, “this is Marcy, our new employee. I know you’ll find her expertise invaluable in the selection of art for your home. Marcy, meet Mike, a good friend of ours.

  Mike gazed at her with his intense, blue eyes as he smiled and held out his hand to gently squeeze hers in his warm grip. “Glad to meet you, Marcy.”

  A strong sense of authority emanated from Mike. She had a feeling he knew what he wanted and intended to attain what he desired whether material or female.

  Troy cleared his throat and pulled her attention back to the reason for Mike’s visit.

  Doug gestured with his hand toward their larger office. “Let’s all have a seat in here. Mike, we’re anxious to hear what you have in mind for your home.”

  “Great,” Mike said. “I’m looking forward to what you can find.”

  Marcy joined the three guys and took a seat in the nearest chair. Mike took the seat next to her and Doug took the one on his other side as Troy seated himself opposite them between the window and the spacious desk.

  Mike rested the book he’d been carrying on the desk and opened it near the middle at a page that was filled with photos of the same kind of art she’d seen in his folder. The sculptures looked like ancient carved marble. They were beautiful in their refinement of detail. They were also erotic and left no question as to what the figures in the sculptures were doing to each other. Her whole body heated as she took in the various photos of carved marble statues showing two or more people having sex with each other. The sculptures portrayed more erotic sex than she had ever seen before.

  “I’m interested in work by this artist, either a painting or a sculpture, although a sculpture would be my first choice,” Mike said, his voice soft and serious. “I just recently heard about him. These photos give you an idea of what I’m looking for. I want a sculpture similar for my master bedroom. It should have light shining on it to make the most of the sexy feeling. Do you understand what I mean?”

  “Definitely,” Doug assured him. “This piece needs to pack a stronger sexual punch than the other art in your home.” He met Mike’s intense gaze. “Since it’s for your bedroom that makes perfect sense.”

  With Doug taking charge as the professional decorator that he was, Marcy relaxed as her nervousness eased. The photos became tools to help her execute the interior decorating project for Mike, their good friend and customer.

  They discussed details such as size, color and finish. Troy rose from his chair and stepped over to the bookcase beside the desk. He pulled several sculpture catalogues from one shelf and handed them to Marcy.

  “We should find what you want right away,” Troy assured Mike. “We’ll give you a call when the piece is ready to be delivered. Marcy, if you’ll get started on this, we’ll join you in a few minutes.”

  She stood and started to turn toward the door as Mike and Doug also stood. Impressed by their manners she reached her hand toward Mike and shook hands with him. “Glad to meet you, Mike.” She smiled at him.

  He smiled back at her. “Good to meet you, Marcy.”

  She walked to the doorway and left the office. Their chairs squeaked as the three men took their seats again while she crossed to the office Doug and Troy had given her. She’d better look through the catalogues for the sculpture Mike wanted and be ready with results quickly.

  Chapter Seven

  “I couldn’t help noticing the looks between you two and Marcy,” Mike said quietly. “There’s an intense energy between the three of you.” He leaned back in his chair and looked first at Doug and then at Troy.

  When Troy and Doug exchanged glances, Mike asked, “How serious are you about Marcy? How far have you gone with her sexually? Have you gone beyond the point of turning back?”

  Troy gave Doug a guarded look as he remembered playing with her in the pool. “No.” He shook his head in denial. When images of her in her bath filled his mind, his cock rose fast and hard. He steeled his body against shifting in the chair, thankful that the desk top hid his physical response.

  Mike looked from him to Doug. “I can see that you’re both seriously interested in her.” He sat forward in the chair. “For your own wellbeing, if you fall in love with her, remember that if she refuses your love after learning what you are, neither of you will ever find another love. You’ll be without the true love from a woman, without a mate who loves you, for eternity.”

  Troy glanced at Doug. Doug returned his gaze, his eyes revealing irritation at Mike’s warning. Dismayed, Troy lost his fight to hide his very real concern. After their parents had left them and the people who cared for them died in the car accident, they had felt completely alone. Worry filled him at first and turned to irritation, and he knew Mike could see that reflected in his eyes. Troy cleared his throat. His frustration with the situation almost exploded as he said, “We know what could happen.”

  Doug gave a short nod in agreement.

  “Give it time,” Mike said softly. “You need to let your relationship with her grow until she feels the same about you. Build a strong foundation of consideration, caring, and trust. Give her undeniable reasons to love you both before you give yourselves up to love her so much. Your love will last for eternity. Make your bond with her strong and unshakeable so that when you tell her what you really are she won’t run away and leave you to live alone, without her, forever.”

  Knowing that Mike spoke the truth about sharing love with one partner for eternity, Troy swallowed hard with dread about their future. He had a bad feeling that he was already too enthralled by Marcy. Was it too late for him to turn back? He figured Doug felt the same way, judging by his responses to her at the house, both in the pool and watching her in the bath. If and when they both fell in love, they would have to win that woman over to be their mate forever.

  How did they go about building a strong enough foundation with Marcy? He quaked inside at the thought of finding a true love. He’d been left too many times in the past.

  After Mike left, customers kept Troy and Doug busy for the rest of the day. There
were also both building and decorating decisions to be made for various jobs.

  At last it was time to close up shop and head home. Troy headed for Marcy’s office as Doug locked the back door. He knocked on her door.

  “Come in,” she called.

  Troy opened the door and leaned inside to see stacks of sculpture catalogues on her desk. One was open in the middle. She reached to close it as he grinned at her. “Time to quit for the day. Looks like you’ve been studying all the catalogues. Find a good sculpture to order for Mike?”

  She looked at him with wide eyes. “There are so many choices, and many of them are well done. I’ll show you what I’ve found so you can decide what’s best.”

  “Give me the catalogues with the sculptures you like and we’ll take them home and look them over,” Troy said. “We’ll put in an order tomorrow morning.”

  Chapter Eight

  Marcy picked up the sculpture ordering catalogues and one book of sexy oil paintings she’d glanced through before leaving the store. She headed down the long hall to the kitchen. It felt good to wear shorts and a sleeveless top and slip her bare feet into sandals after work. She could hear Troy and Doug’s voices in the direction of the kitchen. They must be putting dinner together. She looked forward to whatever they cooked and hoped satisfying her hunger came before discussing the art and sculptures.

  “Hey,” Doug said in greeting as she entered the kitchen.

  “I see you’ve come prepared,” Troy said, glancing at the books in her arms.

  She raised her eyebrows at them. “From what you said at the store, it sounded like you wanted to take this evening to come to a decision on the art for Mike’s bedroom.”

  “That’s right, we need to spend some more time on that,” Troy said.

  “Within reason,” Doug said. “We also need to take it easy and relax.”

  “Take a seat over here.” Troy urged her forward to the huge granite island and the stools on one side. “We can look over your ideas while dinner finishes cooking.”

  “Great,” she said and took a seat on the middle stool as she put the heavy books down on the smooth surface. Troy and Doug pulled out the stools on either side of her and sat down. As she opened one of the sculpture books both Troy and Doug leaned closer to her to peer at the pictures. She turned the pages to the first place she’d marked. “This is one of the illustrations Mike liked.”

  She waited as Troy and Doug studied the picture. The sensual sculpture illustrated an attractive muscular man with his arms supporting a lovely woman who was obviously enraptured, her body completely relaxed in his arms, her head leaning back, her eyes closed. One could only imagine the lovemaking between the man and woman. The photo was not explicit enough to show the couple’s genitals.

  “Additional photos of the sculpture would help us make a decision,” Doug said.

  “I agree,” Troy added.

  “I didn’t notice any additional photos of this sculpture,” Marcy explained. “Maybe some of the others have more photos.” She turned to the next page she’d marked. “Here’s another one he liked.”

  This illustration showed a man and woman reclining on a chair of some kind. She had never seen a sculpture like this one in a museum or public place. It was obviously for a private home. Both the man and woman were completely naked again, but this embrace showed a woman with a dreamy, rapt expression, and the man intently watching her face. He supported her upper body with one arm around her back, and his other arm crossed the length of her smaller torso, his hand cupping her between her parted thighs.

  Troy cleared his throat. “I’m pretty sure this one is more what Mike is envisioning.”

  “Yep,” Doug agreed. “He’d like this one better than the previous one.”

  As both Troy and Doug stared at the picture, Marcy grew warm, unable to remain unaffected by the two sculpted lovers. Her flesh swelled between her thighs. She could easily imagine what these sculptures did to Troy and Doug.

  “Here’s another one,” she said and turned the pages. She waited quietly as Troy and Doug silently studied the picture of two men and a woman entwined. The two naked hunks held the woman between them, one of the men front to front with the woman and the other man’s front to her back. The woman and the man behind her both exhibited intense rapture, the man’s neck bowed back, his eyes closed. The man in front of the woman had his hips snug against the woman’s, his hand cupping one of her ample breasts, his gaze on the woman’s face. Marcy couldn’t see where his other hand was touching her. It looked like the man behind her had both of his arms wrapped around her waist, the front of his hips snug against the back of hers, and she was slightly lifted against his lower belly. It wasn’t hard to imagine what he was doing to her. The woman rested her head on one of his shoulders, her eyes closed, and her lips slightly parted. Marcy took a slow breath as she realized that the man in front pressed his groin to the woman’s mound. He hadn’t found his release yet because he watched the woman intently.

  “Mike would like this sculpture the best,” Doug said, breaking the silence.

  “I agree,” Troy said.

  Marcy forced her mind back to the business side of the photos. “Do you think Mike would like a painting for his bedroom in addition to the sculpture?” Marcy looked in question from Doug to Troy.

  “Troy raised his eyebrows. “Let’s see what you’ve found,” he said.

  Marcy opened the catalogue of paintings to the first picture that she thought Mike would like. Unlike the pearl-gray color of the sculptures, the painting portrayed a couple in vivid color. She shifted on the stool as she grew warm again. It wasn’t easy retaining her professional demeanor with two hot, handsome guys sitting on either side of her gazing at the same erotic picture. Her face heated as she noticed the rosy color of the woman’s bared breasts. Her nipples were erect and the well-endowed man held the woman on his lap with one arm around her back, the other hand lifting her full breast to his mouth, his head lowered close to his target. The woman’s legs dangled on each side of his hips and it didn’t take much effort to imagine what was happening since her neck was bowed back and her eyes were closed.

  “That’s not bad,” Doug said softly. “What else did you select?”

  She turned the pages and stopped at the next painting she’d marked. As Troy and Doug studied the selection, she waited quietly. This painting portrayed two men making love to a slender woman who was beautiful and young looking. She reclined against the torso of the man whose lap she sat on at the end of a chaise longue. She considered this painting extremely daring and provocative. The man holding her on his lap cupped her thighs, his body cradling hers as he arched his hips upward. Her legs dangled, bent at the knees, on the outside of his muscular thighs. Her head rested on his shoulder and her lips were parted, her eyes almost closed as she watched the other man who knelt at the end of the chaise, his groin pressed snugly between the woman’s thighs, one of his hands gripping her hip. From the position of his straining body it was evident that his penis was deep inside her passage. His mouth covered one of her breasts, and her other breast was rosy red, the nipple erect and glistening as if he’d suckled there and left her flesh wet.

  As she studied the picture and the positions of the three lovers, she noticed that the man she leaned back against had the hand on the side away from the viewer deep between her thighs, covering her mound. Marcy felt the flesh between her thighs swell, the area around her opening pulsing with need. Good grief, she was close to losing it right now, sitting between two guys who she had a feeling would gladly ease her body’s needs and theirs at this moment.

  Doug cleared his throat. “I think we have to have this painting for Mike’s bedroom in addition to the sculpture.”

  “I think you’re right,” Troy said. “The intensity of this painting would make him real happy.”

  “You’ve done a great job,” Troy said as he cupped her shoulder with one hand and pressed a warm kiss to her cheek.

  “Absolu
tely,” Doug said, and slipped his hand around her waist as he gave her a quick kiss on her other cheek.

  The sensations their hands and kisses evoked in her body caused Marcy to inhale swiftly and deeply. At that moment she wanted both of them to have sex with her.

  She closed her eyes and took another deep breath at the shocking thought of having sex with these two guys both at the same time. Her labia swelled at her thoughts. More kisses from Troy and Doug warmed her face as their hands slid around her waist and over her ribs and belly. She gasped at the sensations.

  “Do you like that?” Troy asked, his voice a low growl.

  “Yes,” she said with a quick gasp for air.

  On her other side Doug pressed kisses down her neck. “You want us to make you feel good, babe?”

  “Oh, my god,” she said, panting. “I’ve never done this before, never had sex with two guys at one time.”

  “No problem,” Troy growled. “Are you all right with it?”

  “Yes.” She definitely wanted this.

  “Let us do all the work,” Troy said.

  Doug cupped her head and she looked at his serious face. “Are you really all right with this?” His intense gaze touched her with his concern.

  “Yes,” she answered, almost breathless.

  “We’ll take care of everything,” Troy said, his tone of voice assuring.

  “You just enjoy,” Doug said softly, his voice revealing his confidence that she would.

  With their hands building her need, she didn’t have the strength to say anything at that moment. Everything was happening so fast. She blinked her eyes just as Troy slipped his hands beneath her and picked her up, pulling her snug against his hard chest. Doug opened the door to the patio and Troy carried her to one of the poolside chaises. She held onto him around his waist as he sat down with her in his lap. Doug sat on the end of the chaise with his legs on either side. Troy turned and lowered her to the cushion as he took a seat behind her. She had a hazy feeling that she was going to find out what those sculptures and paintings were all about.