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

by Helena Ray

  “Okay, enough with the formalities, let’s get Miss Robin warm and dry.”

  * * * *

  The soft feel of Egyptian cotton against her cheek woke Robin up. She didn’t dare open her eyes to the harsh glare of the sun. Instead, she luxuriated in the soft sheets, down pillows, and cloud-like mattress that surrounded her. Just as sleep was about to reclaim her, memories of the previous day flashed through Robin’s mind. Waking up in a different bed, being tied up in the worst way possible, the police and flashing lights, fighting with Alexander and Bryant in the barn, the venom in Alexander’s voice and body, Gillian’s rescue.

  After settling into her room and throwing on some of Gillian’s pajamas, Robin had spent the night with her new dear friend, talking over everything that had happened, crying and confiding in each other.

  Gillian regaled Robin with the tale of her own romance with her two husbands. The two twin brothers had been raised in a ménage family in New York. Throughout their lives, they had vacationed in and around Male Order. Three years ago, in Male Order visiting Bryant on one of his rare return trips from Europe, she met Eric and Matthew at the Boom Boom Room. She had fallen in love immediately, and when they asked her to return to New York with them, she agreed without hesitation. Soon after, they were married, and Gillian now enjoyed a luxurious life with her banker husbands. It seemed that she had no problem adjusting to the life of high society and decadent Manhattan parties.

  Hearing about Gillian’s romance at first only worsened the tight pain in Robin’s chest, but Gillian rushed to provide her comfort.

  “Sweetie, this is just the way falling for two men works,” Gillian said as they sat chatting on Robin’s bed. “There’s always one you can love without even trying. I’m guessing that’s Bry in your situation. And there’s always one that gives you too much trouble. They’re both worth loving, and they’re both at their best together.” She grasped Robin’s hands and gave her a meaningful look.

  “This might sound a little strange to you, not coming from these parts and all, but my brother loves Alexander.” Robin was certain her eyes were about to pop out at that moment. “Not like that, sweetie,” Gillian said with an endearing chuckle. “Al is the brother Bry never had, even though Daddy and I tried our hardest. He might have the biggest heart of any man you’ll ever meet, but I don’t think he has enough room in his heart to love a woman and also keep his friendship with Al. Any woman he loves needs to understand that.

  “If you can be a part of Bryant and a part of his friendship with Alexander, he’ll have everything he needs. He can still love that annoying best friend of his while he loves you.” Gillian’s voice took on a gravely serious tone Robin hadn’t expected from the bubbly woman. “Bryant is my only brother, and after our dad goes, my only blood family. Even though I just adore you, Robin, he’s my number one priority. All I want is to see him happy.”

  Robin felt hot tears stinging her eyes and couldn’t stop them from rolling down her cheeks. “I just wanna see him happy, too,” Robin squeaked between sobs. “But I don’t know if I can do that right now, Gilly. If you want me to go—”

  “Don’t you dare,” Gillian said, her hand rubbing Robin’s back in a gesture of comfort. “I didn’t mean to scare you off, sweetie. You can stay here as long as you need. I just wanted to be entirely honest with you. Bry’s my little brother. As his big sister, I have to be big, mean protector woman.” Gillian’s eyes scrunched into an imitation of a threatening glare, and the two women chuckled lightly. Robin fell to the bed at that point, emotionally and physically drained.

  The memory of her conversation with Gillian made it easier for Robin to open her eyes to the day. The brightness of the sun stung her puffy eyes, and she groaned as she pulled herself from the bed. A glance to the large, gold-encased clock told Robin it was well past noon.

  A white box tied with a black bow sat on the chaise lounge in the corner of the room. Robin didn’t think it had been there the night before. As she lifted the box, she recognized it as coming from Jacqueline’s. A note was attached to the front.

  Hey, hon! The husbands and I have to go into Dallas today for a political fundraiser thing, so I can’t stick around right now. I took the liberty of having Jacqueline’s send something over so you don’t have to wear my cast-offs. And call Antonio and ask him to make you whatever you want for dinner. Oh, and I attached the invite for a little thing at the Boom Boom tonight. We won’t be back till late, so you should go! Get your mind off things. Hearts and kisses! Gillian

  Robin picked up a second card tucked under the black bow. It was an invite to the “Wicked Whimsy” party Bryant had mentioned. She sighed at the thought of Bryant, but the idea of going to a no-boys-allowed event cheered her immeasurably. After vacillating for a few seconds, she decided on attending the party.

  After tossing aside the notes and ribbons, Robin opened the box. Gillian had matched Robin’s taste exactly, purchasing her a pair of very short designer cut-off shorts and a stylish pale blue top with antique lace accents. Robin held the soft fabric of the top to her face and discovered she had missed something else in the box. Oh, Gillian, she thought to herself, bemused, as she extracted a red and black lace bra and lace boyshort-cut panties. She checked the sizes, amazed that Gillian had accurately gauged Robin to be a 34C.

  Robin shucked Gillian’s pajamas and dressed slowly, making a list in her head of the activities she would indulge in on her work- and men-free day. First, of course, Robin planned to avail herself of the personal chef services Gillian had mentioned.

  Chapter 16

  A discomfort identical to the one she experienced before that fateful poker game weeks ago lodged itself in Robin’s stomach. Gossiping women filled the Boom Boom Room, all flitting from group to group, clutching their cocktails and rearing their heads in laughter. A small pixie-like woman hollered at the crowd from the stage. From her choppy haircut and outgoing attitude, Robin figured she must be Sherri Winston, the host of the Wicked Whimsy party and friend Bryant had mentioned. The thought of Bryant made the monstrous feeling in her gut dig deeper, and she tried to push it away.

  Apparently, a “Wicked Whimsy” party was an event where women gathered to examine and later purchase the latest sex toys and fine lingerie on the market. Robin had heard of the parties before and knew of Wicked Whimsy’s reputation as the purveyor of only the finest toys for the bedroom. It seemed a bit silly to be there after just breaking off things with Alexander and Bryant, but she figured it would be the perfect place to pick up a battery-operated boyfriend.

  Sherri directed the women to a rack at the back of the bar featuring some very dangerous, very risqué lingerie, and instructed each guest to choose an outfit to model for the rest of the party. Robin gulped in fear but squared her shoulders. She could do this. Maybe strutting around in something obscenely skimpy would distract her from her woes.

  After the first wave of experienced partygoers left the rack clutching their exotic boon, Robin wedged her way in to examine the leftovers. Automatically, she eschewed anything crotchless or titless. Her attention was drawn to one ensemble in particular. All in black French Leavers lace, it featured a demi-cup balcony bra, high-cut briefs, and a classic-cut garter belt meant to cinch around the thinnest part of any woman. Robin swiped the get-up and chose a pair of scallop-topped sheer black Wolford thigh-high stockings with a seam down the back and five-inch black stiletto pumps to complete her outfit.

  When Robin turned to the mirror after donning her racy guise, she didn’t recognize the decadent creature staring back at her. She turned to fully inspect her new appearance and further acquaint herself with this new person. No longer the shy, innocent creature, Robin appeared to be a vision of sex and naughtiness. Instead of the repulsion she would have expected, Robin felt acceptance and love for this new vision of herself. It’s because of Alexander and Bryant, a small voice in the corner of her mind whispered. They’ve shown you how beautiful you can be. She squeezed her eyes shut in an att
empt to silence the voice, but she knew it was right. That was something to consider later, she decided. Now was the time for booze and toys.

  Despite her newly discovered confidence, Robin crept out of the dressing area and felt a bit bashful amongst the scantily clad women. She sidled up to the bar prepared to order another Cosmo, but changed her mind at the last moment. “Whiskey and Coke,” she said to the bartender with more swagger than she thought she possessed. “And make it a double.”

  She stood in the back while waiting for the presentation to start, nursing her drink and happily accepting refills while she watched the bolder ladies in attendance try their hand at pole dancing. The thought of twirling herself around a pole in front of a bunch of strangers made Robin sick with nervousness, but her pussy creamed at the thought of dancing for Bryant and Alexander. Robin quickly pushed away the thought. Thank god the activity was optional this evening.

  “All right, ladies, time for the good stuff!” Sherri squealed from stage, and Robin was thankful for the distraction. Many toys excited and amazed Robin. All manner of vibrators and massage oils came flying from Sherri’s treasure chest of toys, as well as some more exotic toys, such as a vibrating anal plug that drew Robin’s memory back to two nights before. She shuddered at the sensual memory, but Sherri’s next toys returned her to the moment.

  Sherri extracted a collection of iconic sex toy designs, all rendered in an understated, very tasteful white latex that appeared very soft to the touch. When Sherri pulled out the Rabbit, Robin blushed as she felt her clit engorge. Simultaneous G-spot and clitoral stimulation sounded like exactly what she needed. Her arousal heightened when Sherri pulled out a variety of anal toys, including the beads that had always fascinated Robin, even before Bry and Alexander helped her discover her passion for anal play.

  When the presentation was over, Robin quickly ordered another drink to dampen her arousal and relax her for her upcoming meeting with Sherri where Robin would order several sex toys she had featured tonight. Even after the past few days, talking about sex always made Robin a touch uncomfortable.

  “Robin Lawrence?”

  She jumped at the sound of her name being called from behind her in a slight French accent, and turned to find a pretty girl with long, silky black hair and arresting blue eyes. “Yes?” As she looked at the girl longer, realization dawned on her. “You’re Emilie Benson!”

  Emilie was a French actress Robin had admired in college, and Bryant had mentioned that she was in Male Order and involved with the Stephens twins, Grayson and Gavin.

  “Correct. I’m staying with Sherri, who seems to know your friend Bryant.”

  Bryant. Just the mention of her lover’s—No, Robin chastised herself inwardly—her former lover’s name made her slump against the wall, slightly defeated.

  “Yeah, I know Bryant.” Despite her disappointment, she couldn’t hide the love in her voice. “Bryant is great. Bryant is wonderful,” she said, effusive. Her heart caught in her chest, and she felt her expression harden again. “If only he didn’t need that damn asshat by his side,” she muttered under her breath and hoped the gorgeous, refined French woman wouldn’t hear.

  “I don’t mean to be pesky.” Emilie leaned in a bit closer, and due to Robin’s slight intoxication, she couldn’t help but respond to the stranger’s warm friendliness. “Is everything okay? I know I just met you, but you seem a little tense.”

  Robin let out a sigh as Emilie leaned against the wall next to her. “It’s not Bryant I have to worry about,” she confessed and took a long drink of her whiskey. “It’s his damn friend, Alexander.”

  “Oh! Do you mean Alexander Dimitri Abrams the Third?”

  Emilie’s expression was far too bright to be thinking of the same Alexander, but she seemed to know exactly who he was. Just the thought of him drew the corners of Robin’s mouth downward to a frown.

  “You know Alexander?”

  “Oh yeah, we’re practically bosom buddies.” Emilie placed a hand on Robin’s shoulder in a friendly gesture. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Robin felt her shy demeanor dropping as she opened up to Emilie.

  “Then perhaps you can explain to me why he’s such an ignorant, arrogant, and comprehensive ass.”

  “What do you mean?” Emilie asked sincerely.

  “He thinks he can bend anyone to his will just by saying his name. He takes what he wants without regard to anyone’s feelings and...” Robin gulped as tears stung at the corners of her eyes.

  “What’s wrong, ma cherie?”

  “Oh, Emilie,” she said, letting the tears spill down her cheeks. “I can’t stand him, and I’m in love with him.”

  “How did you ever fall in love with him, then?”

  “That person he pretends to be, the asshole, that’s not who he is,” Robin managed to get out between gulps of air. “He’s funny and sweet and caring and vulnerable.” She smiled at the memories of being in his arms and him confessing his love for her. “But he’s also strong and impulsive. And while that makes him who he is—”

  “It makes him impossible to be with?” Emilie volunteered, rubbing Robin’s back to comfort her.

  “Exactly. Bryant is none of those things, but he won’t be with me without Alexander, and I love him, too.”

  “Sometimes we have to do things our heart doesn’t want. Being in love can hurt, and it hardly solves everything.”

  Robin looked up at Emilie, amazed by the sudden burst of wisdom. “Being in love fucking sucks.”

  Both women burst out in laughter.

  “Oui,” Emilie said in between laughs. “But I can see how much you care about Alexander. You wouldn’t be crying at a party if you didn’t want him, and you clearly love Bryant if you even tried with Alexander.”

  Something snapped Emilie’s attention away, and Robin followed her gaze. Sherri was peeking out from behind the curtained area and crooked a finger at Emilie. She nodded at Sherri then planted kisses on both of Robin’s cheeks.

  “For what it’s worth,” she said, “I think Alexander is marvelous.” She smiled and took her leave with a quick “Au revoir!”

  Robin stared at her drink. Emilie was right. Alexander was marvelous. But could she take being in a relationship with him? Could she take being with Bryant?

  She stood in the corner for a while, swirling her straw in her drink while remembering both the high points and the low points of her life since her arrival in Male Order. Just as a flush was rising up her neck at the thought of her tryst in the garden with Bryant, Emilie scurried out from behind the curtain, and Sherri beckoned Robin to her lair.

  Emboldened from the memories and alcohol, Robin ordered the luxurious replica of the iconic Rabbit vibrator. She bounced out from behind the curtain with as much energy as the bouncy Sherri.

  The Wicked Whimsy party had done just what Robin needed it to do. She felt empowered and ready to take on the world, two men at her side or not. Although, if Robin looked deep inside herself, she knew exactly how much brighter and happier a life she would lead flanked by Bryant and Alexander. That is, if they wanted her back.

  Robin retrieved her clothing, changed in the curtained-off dressing alcove, and left the party. She exited to the cool breeze blowing through downtown Male Order. She lifted her face toward the breeze, and a sensation of happiness and freedom overtook her. The Cotillion was only a few days away, and that gave her plenty of time to make up her mind about attending. In the meanwhile, she would take advantage of Gillian’s hospitality and hole up and finish her assignment. Then she would be in the state of mind to decide.

  * * * *

  “Rise and shine, Robin bird! I have a surprise for you.”

  Robin groaned and rolled onto her side, pulling a pillow over her head to block out Gillian’s singsong voice. She was in no mood for cheeriness this morning, not with the jackhammer drilling into her brain.

  Gillian’s next knock roused her out of bed, and nausea hit her as soon as she stood up. Normally, Robin didn’t drink too mu
ch. The strong cocktails that eased her into her good mood the previous evening now took their toll on her small body. Robin steadied herself against the doorknob and opened it, giving her best hung-over smile to Gillian.

  “Oh, honey, you look like death warmed over.” She smiled and stepped into the room. Robin held the door open and gave a smile, although several curses ran through her brain. “Guess you had a good time at the Wicked Whimsy party then, huh?”

  Gillian deposited herself on Robin’s bed, and Robin followed her lead, flopping backward into the mess of down and Egyptian cotton. “A good time. I guess that’s one way to put it.” Robin groaned to herself and covered her eyes with her hand. The light hurt too much.

  “Something go wrong?” Gillian sounded genuinely concerned.

  “Nothing went wrong, per say. The whole night just made me realize several things about myself.” Robin rolled on her side and looked up at Gillian. “I have no idea what to do about your brother and Alexander.”

  Gillian smiled down at Robin, and she thought she detected a hint of pity for her hungover state. “Honey, I am hardly neutral on this subject. You know how I feel about it.”

  Robin sighed and rolled back onto her back. “I just need a little time to make sense of it all.”

  “Well, by all means, you stay here as long as you need.” Gillian hopped off the bed with far too much energy. “When you’re ready, I do have that surprise for you downstairs.” As Gillian exited, her eyes fell upon the box piled on the chair beside the door. She raised one eyebrow at Robin and smiled knowingly. “Have fun with that,” she said, giggling, as she closed the door behind her.

  Robin stayed on the bed, willing the room to stop spinning. What sort of mess had she gotten herself into? She just needed time to think. And she needed to not be quite so sexually frustrated. Between her relationship with Bryant and the addition of Alexander as the third member of their ménage, regular mind-blowing orgasms had become a vital part of her life.