Ray, Helena - A Bride for Two Playboys [Male Order, Texas 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Helena Ray

  As soon as Bryant finished removing every shred of clothing, he pulled Robin away from Alexander’s embrace and lowered himself on top of her.

  “Al’s gotten to fuck you already today.” His voice was gravelly with the potency of his desire. “I’ve just been thinking about you.” He ran the tip of his cock along the wet seam of her pussy. “My hand doesn’t feel anything like your velvety folds, darlin’.” Robin half-screamed as Bryant pushed just the head of his dick into her now sopping wet opening. “This is what I’ve been thinking about doing.”

  Robin bucked her hips forward and drew Bryant’s cock into her. She was amazed. Never before had she been so on fire after an orgasm. These two seemed to give her endless stamina. The idea of ever stopping their sexual play repulsed her. No, this was all she wanted in life. Right here.

  Desperation colored Bryant’s fucking, eschewing any semblance of gentleness. His strokes were hard and fast as he pummeled into Robin over and over again. The force of his carnal attack shocked her at first, but she soon found herself more aroused than ever at the animalistic fucking. He pushed into her hard, and her head pounded against the headboard. She didn’t feel the pain, though. She could only pay attention to the fire Bryant had ignited in her pussy.

  Without warning, Bryant rolled onto his back without withdrawing from Robin and grabbed her hips. He held her still, preventing her from fucking herself on his hard prick, and pounded upward into her. Robin was so surprised and consumed by their change of position, she failed to feel Alexander straddle Bryant’s legs behind her until she felt his hand reach around to play with her overstimulated nub. She screamed as he pinched it between his fingers at the same time Bryant lifted his hips from the bed and pushed his long, wide cock completely into her. She was close, so close. She panted and dug her fingernails into Bryant’s chest. His blue eyes were closed, but he opened them just enough for Robin to see the intoxicating mixture of affection and pure eroticism in his stare.

  “Lean over,” Alexander whispered from behind her as he pushed at the folds of her ass with his leaking cock. Oh god, Robin thought, when did he take off his clothes? The idea of all three of them naked and in bed was so close to the fantasies that had haunted her every night since she came to Male Order that her thighs quivered at just the thought. It was really happening.

  She obeyed Alexander’s command and leaned until her nipples dangled against the hard ridges of Bryant’s chest. A gasp escaped from her throat as she felt a cold, liquid sensation against the seam of her ass.

  “Bryant told me you liked this,” Alexander said, a dark steaminess in his tone as his fingers pushed between Robin’s ass cheeks. Oh god, this was it. She couldn’t take the pounding in her pussy and the sensations at her puckered hole.

  “I-I’m gonna—” She panted, trying to warn the two men torturing her with pleasure.

  “Gonna what, huh?” she heard Alexander say in a heavy voice just as he wiggled a finger into the tight muscles of her asshole.

  That was it. Another orgasm overtook her as Bryant filled her with his enormous cock and Alexander sent electric sparks flying to her pussy with his talented fingers at her back entrance. A tsunami of sensations swept through her, the feeling of Bryant’s hot seed spraying into her heightening her sensitivity. She screamed her pleasure as loudly as she could, not giving one fuck about who would hear her.

  Finally, her orgasm faded, and she fell limply onto Bryant’s chest. Their heartbeats matched as they bathed in the warm afterglow. Even while Bryant’s cock softened inside of her, the nerve endings of Robin’s pussy once more fired to life. She moaned, exhausted but undeniably turned on, as Alexander began pumping his finger in and out of her asshole again. The tight sensation caused her to clamp down and draw his finger deeper into her. The idea of anal sex turned her on, and she’d experimented with pressing her vibrator into that forbidden spot, but she never thought it would turn her into such a creature of pure want.

  Alexander wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulled her languid form off Bryant’s cock, and laid her face down on the bed. A second finger joined the first in her ass, and Robin gasped and pressed into the erotic pain.

  “You like that, don’t you, Robin?” Alexander said as he pressed his cock against her wet entrance. “You like the feeling of my lubed-up fingers in your ass, don’t you?”

  “Mmm hmm.” Robin was too spent and aroused for any sort of coherent English.

  Alexander pushed himself inch by inch into Robin, slowing the pace of his fingers in her ass as he fucked her. She whimpered in protest, but Alexander only chuckled at her body’s pleading. After what seemed to Robin like a month of teasing, Alexander pushed into her to the hilt. Bryant then used his hands to lift Robin into a position where she knelt on the bed, offering up her weeping pussy and tight asshole to Alexander. He pushed harder and faster into her, finally giving her the pace she so profoundly needed.

  “Now that we have you,” Alexander said, his voice only a groan, “we’ll be making you come like that on an extremely regular basis, Robin.” Her name escaped as a moan. “Bryant will put that wide cock in your ass while I fuck you. You want that?”

  Robin felt a fresh wave of cream rush from her pussy at the suggestion, and she pushed back against Alexander’s cock. She rolled her head to the side to look at where she felt Bryant leaning on the bed. Her moans increased in volume when she saw his hand wrapped around his cock, expertly pumping up and down. Already, a drop of pre-cum accumulated on the tip, and Robin longed to taste it.

  Bryant must have read her mind because the next thing she knew, Bryant had pressed the head of his cock against her lips. They locked eyes, and Robin opened her mouth, wrapped her lips around just the head of his cock, and sucked as hard as his girth would allow. A sharp gasp escaped from Bryant’s throat as he fucked his way deeper into Robin’s mouth. At the same time, Alexander increased the speed of his thrusts, obviously nearing his release. Robin moaned at the unbelievably overwhelming pleasure of being so full. With Alexander’s and Bryant’s cocks in her pussy and mouth and Alexander’s long, talented fingers in her asshole, the force of the sensation threatened to send her over the edge again.

  Alexander’s fingers left Robin’s ass, and he flipped her over onto her back. The motion caused Robin to let go of Bryant’s cock and scream in astonishment and sexual delight. Alexander hooked one arm underneath one of her legs and thrust himself completely inside of her. He pumped hard into her, brushing that electric spot inside her pussy, and Robin was once more caught in the maelstrom of her erotic release. A few pumps later, Alexander joined her in that vaulting ecstasy. As the two of them ground against each other at the apex of human pleasure, Robin felt hot liquid spill onto her breasts and turned her head to see Bryant’s hand milking his seed from his cock.

  Finally, they all fell back to earth and lay in a sticky jumble on the bed. Bryant clung to Robin’s left side, and Alexander’s head rested on Robin’s right shoulder. The wall sconces cast a flickering orange glow onto the bed. Robin ran her fingers through both of her lovers’ hair and relished the shade their skin took on in that soft post-coital light. This was what she wanted. She had come to Male Order expecting nothing, but the old platitude proved true. It happens when you least expect it. She smiled as she stared at the bed’s canopy and snuggled closer against her men.

  “Do you have plans for tomorrow?” Bryant’s voice cut through the pregnant silence.

  “Nothing besides work,” Robin responded.

  “Good.”

  “We plan on keeping you up very, very late.” Alexander’s tone suggested he had something in mind.

  Bryant reached across Robin and punched Alexander in the shoulder.

  “And I wanna take you downtown. There’s…some people I want you to meet.”

  Robin would have agreed to anything in that moment. She pressed her face against Bryant’s muscular shoulder and sighed an “mmm hmm” in assent. The intoxicating scent of Bryant, Alexander, and s
ex filled her awareness, and she drifted to sleep settled in between them.

  * * * *

  The pillow on which Robin’s head laid rose up and down in a steady motion. Drowsily, one eye flicked open to examine the situation. The offending pillow was not, in fact, a pillow at all, but Bryant’s chest heaving with the deep breaths of sleep. A crimson sheet outlined Bryant’s form and momentarily confused Robin. Then the memory of the evening flooded her senses, heightened by the feeling of Alexander’s long arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

  Robin lifted her head and took in the scene. She had fallen asleep between the two men. What a day, she thought to herself. Although it had started wretchedly, her trip to the country dance hall had changed everything. And now, she lay prone on Alexander’s gigantic bed, the hard bodies of the two most gorgeous men she’d ever known pressing their heat against her. She sighed in contentment.

  Although staying in bed with these men forever sounded like a fantastic idea, reality beckoned from beyond the confines of the mansion, and the idea of a shower before starting her next day of work suddenly sounded quite alluring.

  She wiggled her hips in a reluctant attempt to escape from Alexander’s tight grip. His embrace loosened, and Robin pulled herself to a sitting position. She crawled to the edge of the bed and pulled open a curtain.

  “Hey.” Alexander’s sleepy whisper caused her to drop the fabric and turn back to him. “Don’t leave me yet,” he whispered, rolling onto his side and patting the bed next to him.

  With a sigh, Robin returned to his side, and he pulled her against his chest and buried his face in her hair. Robin leaned against his collarbone and whispered into the silence. “Alexander.”

  Their few words of speech heightened the silence, and Robin focused her attention on the sounds of her men’s breathing. Her men. There was no doubt in her mind that last night was the beginning of something big. She had not yet discussed Bryant’s ultimatum with Alexander, but the fire between them was undeniable. But what if Alexander’s loss still stung too much for intimacy? Her breath caught in her chest, and she snuggled closer to Alexander, desperate to enjoy this intimacy now that she realized it could be ephemeral.

  “I’m a prick.” Alexander’s voice cut through the dark. “Robin.” He readjusted himself so that he faced her. “I haven’t treated you with the respect you deserve.”

  “No, really, it’s—”

  “No.” Even though she couldn’t make out the look in his eyes, the sound of his voice made her suspect it was the hard glint he wore when he was deadly serious about something. “I fell for you the first day I met you.” His fingers stroked along the sensitive flesh of her side, leaving her skin tingling in its wake. “You challenged me and didn’t let me control you. I don’t want to sound like the poor little rich boy, but it’s tough.” He cleared his throat before continuing. “All my life, I’ve had everything handed to me. I know how fortunate I am, and I am so grateful that my family could give me these privileges.

  “Since moving back to Male Order, I’ve done a lot of soul-searching.” He stilled his hand on Robin as if to emphasize the gravity of his words. “A lot, Robin. What’s happened, I’ve found, is that I never had the chance to grow up. The normal struggles that young people go through were taken away from me. I never had to work for anything. It was all given to me freely. Like when my mom died...” Alexander’s voice quavered with emotion, and he stopped to take a deep breath.

  “When she died, I never gave myself a chance to grieve. Any normal man would have had to deal with how he felt. I just used money to drink and gamble and fuck away my misery.” He dug his fingers into Robin’s side. “Robin, I wasn’t a very good person then, and I’m not certain I’ve completely recovered from that.”

  “You have, Alexander. You—”

  “No. I can’t forgive myself for what I’ve done. Not yet, at least. But I’m not asking for your forgiveness or your sympathy. If we’re going to be together, you need to know all this.”

  Robin’s heart pounded in her chest. He wanted to be with her! She didn’t care about his past, didn’t care about any other women. Somewhere deep inside her heart, there was a certainty that Alexander would never go back to that lifestyle. She knew that he was a better man than that. Caught in the flurry of emotions, Robin could only nod in response to Alexander.

  “I hurt a lot of people, not the least of whom were my fathers. I cut off all communication while I was in Europe, taking only their money. They knew I needed time to process what had happened to Mom. We all did. But I abused their love for me, and for that, I can never forgive myself. Especially since I never got a chance to thank them before the accident.” His breathing became shallow, and a single tear shone in the scant light entering through the curtains. “They needed me here to help them get over the pain. We needed to become a family again without her. I knew that, and I still abandoned them. I was self-centered. Hell, I still am.

  “When I came back, I hated being here, and I thought that was because I missed Europe. Then I realized what I hated. It wasn’t Texas or Male Order or any of that. It was what being here represented. This was the first place I was spoiled. A whole staff of people in this house made sure I was always happy. And after I finally admitted to myself how much I hurt my fathers, I came to realize where my anger and pain came from. I was given so much, but I destroyed it. The only way this guilt will go away is through some serious self-exploration. I need to figure out why I grew up resenting everyone. I always had everything I wanted, and I hated my family, my friends, everyone for giving it to me.

  “But that’s what drew me to you, Robin. You never game me what I wanted. You challenged me from the first day, and that intrigued me.” One of Alexander’s hands pressed against the small of Robin’s back, and he pulled them so their noses were touching. “I’m sorry about the way I’ve treated you. I’ve had a hard time expressing anything but hatred or resentment recently. You make me want to be better, Robin. I want to learn to express myself and to communicate for you. I want to give you the life you deserve.”

  His lips brushed lightly against Robin’s, but when she tried to kiss them, he pulled back. “Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice gravely serious.

  “Yes, Alexander. I want you, and I want Bryant. I want this.”

  Chapter 11

  “Is this her?” A woman with brown hair and warm blue eyes identical to Bryant’s bounced down the steps of Jacqueline’s department store in Male Order’s elegant downtown district. She wore a form-fitting black dress with bright floral accents and a purple crushed-velvet scarf, but her hair hung messily around her shoulders, pinned back only around her face.

  Robin leaned her face against Bryant’s shoulder, and he entwined his fingers with hers. “Don’t worry,” he said against her hair, “she doesn’t bite.” He exchanged a bemused glance with Alexander. “Most of the time.” Bryant kissed Robin’s hair before releasing her and running to embrace his sister.

  “Gillian Clare-Sumner, I would like to introduce the most beautiful woman in the world, Robin Lawrence. Robin, this is Gillian. I hope you can abide her.”

  “Oh, shut it, you.” Gillian enthusiastically wrapped her arms around Robin in an embrace, then held her by the shoulders. “Look at you! There is no way you could be any cuter. I can’t believe Bryant’s been holding out on me for weeks!”

  Robin was shocked by the sudden onslaught of affection, but she recognized the same warmth and friendliness that made her fall for Bryant. She giggled at Gillian’s remarks.

  “Well, these two have been holding out on me! I am in dire need of female companionship.”

  Gillian hugged Robin again and smiled at her brother and his best friend. “Oh my god, I love her already. Now, shoo! It’s girly shopping time.” She gestured dismissively in their direction.

  Bryant and Alexander both kissed Robin on the cheek. Alexander ran a hand through her hair.

  “If she scares you too much, just call 911.”


  “Away!” Gillian shouted at the men. She hooked her arm around Robin’s elbow and led her to the entrance of the department store. “Now call me Gilly, cutie pie, all my friends do.”

  Robin’s jaw dropped when they stepped through the glass doors and into the atrium of Jacqueline’s. Black marble covered nearly every surface, and unbelievably fashionable women stood behind what seemed like thousands of makeup counters. Every luxury makeup brand on earth had a counter at Jacqueline’s. Robin couldn’t help but stare.

  “If you think this is impressive, just wait until we reach our final destination.” She took Robin’s hand and led her in the direction of a saleswoman. Robin kept looking around her, amazed at her surroundings. She was actually the luckiest woman alive.

  “Come on!” A jerk on Robin’s hand drew her out of her thoughts. Gillian had found a saleswoman to escort them around the store, and Robin scurried excitedly to catch up with her. They ascended an impressive marble staircase, but the second floor truly awed Robin. The high ceilings, bright windows overlooking downtown Male Order, and sparse, tastefully done displays reminded Robin of a cathedral. Although, this was a cathedral of fashion.

  The highest-end brands covered every surface. Her eyes darted in all directions as she spied the latest runway pieces from Dolce and Gabbana, Christian Dior, Givenchy, Valentino. Robin’s head spun as she mingled among pieces she had only seen in her wildest dreams.

  Reality came crashing into her dreamland as she overheard Gillian consulting with the saleswoman. “Do you have the new McQueen gowns in yet? One of those would look so cute on her figure.”

  Robin trudged slowly to where they stood, gesticulating wildly while they discussed the season’s formal wear. Reluctantly, Robin tapped Gillian on the shoulder. “Gilly? This is great inspiration, but where’s the ready-to-wear department?” Robin had done a quick calculation and figured that she could afford a small number of designer pieces.