Take Me [Dungeon Masters 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (3 page)

The men both smiled and Simon said, “A huge spider was walking along the wall at one wedding reception. People kept moving away from that side of the room but no one was brave enough to say anything. Finally, of course, some woman got too close to it and screamed, sending the poor thing running in fear for the ceiling.”

“And then half the people in the room were looking at the ceiling for the rest of the ceremony instead of at the bride,” finished Leif.

Tammy giggled. “Oh my. At least that would have been more interesting than waiting, waiting, waiting for the bride and wondering if she’d changed her mind.”

“You never told us what your work is,” said Leif.

Tammy sighed. She felt so inferior to everyone else here. She should have guessed she wouldn’t be able to distract the men from asking her the question she’d first asked them. She didn’t even try to put a positive spin on her work as she’d done around her parents and their friends. “My title is senior archivist, but since I’m the only archivist it’s somewhat meaningless. Basically I input and index data no one wants anymore, in case someday someone discovers they do want it.”

“Has anyone ever wanted anything you’ve saved?” asked Leif.

Tammy giggled. “Only the man who hired me. He’s an absolute dinosaur. He’s been working for the company for absolutely ever, and he’s terrified that when he leaves no one will be able to remember anything. Hence my job.”

“Are you happy there? Do you like the work? Have you made many friends among your colleagues?”

Tammy looked down at the tablecloth. It was real linen, which was unusual these days. Most restaurants didn’t even provide tablecloths anymore. Diners were lucky to be even offered a placemat. But the pristine white surface didn’t help her answer the question. Was she happy?

“I’m not unhappy. I get along okay with the other wage slaves and cubicle rats who work there. I suppose I’m like most people in that I dream of a job where I would get twice the fulfillment as well as double the paycheck.”

Leif picked up her hand and entwined his fingers with hers. She stared at their hands joined together. Her fingers were paler and pudgier than his. His hand was bigger, browner, broader, and the fingers were longer. It was a sturdy, strong hand, with power behind it.

Hers was ordinary. And she’d chipped the polish on one nail already. She’d need to fix that before the wedding. It was just as well she’d done her nails herself instead of paying someone else to do them for her. Although maybe then the polish wouldn’t have chipped so soon. Damn it, life was full of pluses and minuses. Were these men going to be a plus or a minus?

Leif looked at Simon. He thought she’d agree to come to their room if he asked her. But was it too soon? Sure they’d shared a very nice meal together. They’d taken their time. Not rushed. But it was still only a few hours since they’d met, which was rather soon to be jumping into bed. There was no hurry. The wedding wasn’t until three and it was right here in the hotel, in the ballroom where tonight’s party had been. And where the wedding reception was going to be as well.

Likely they’d be kicked out of the ballroom quite quickly after the ceremony tomorrow so the hotel staff could reconfigure it for the wedding reception. Although some of the family would be needed for the photographs. Oh well, that was all tomorrow. The key point was that they could stay up as late as they wanted to tonight without fear of being overtired in the morning.

Simon grinned back at him and gave the tiniest nod. Good. Simon thought they would be successful. He hoped it wasn’t just the werewolf’s need to be moving, but that it was his true opinion. No, Simon wouldn’t jeopardize tonight for his own needs. It would be what he truly thought.

Simon reached out, and picked up her other hand holding it in his. Leif gazed directly in her eyes. The bright green held a note of expectation as well as one of confusion. Excellent. She truly was open to their plans.

“Would you like to come to our room? There’s no pressure whatsoever for you to agree. It’s completely your choice. We’d like you to come. We hope you’ll agree. But you’re free to say no and we’ll just escort you wherever you’d like to go.”

“You’ll escort me anywhere?”

Leif liked her snappy answer. “Maybe I should have said anywhere within reason. Although I have to admit, Waikiki beach would be a whole lot better than here right now.”

“Pretty much any beach anywhere would be. Just the thought of hot sunshine, golden sand, emerald sea, and blue sky is enough to make me drool. I’ll come with you, but when we get there we need to talk first, all right.”

“Agreed.”

Simon scribbled their room number on the bill, as Leif helped Tamara to stand up, and then they all left together.

The wedding party had all the best suites on the upper few floors, but Leif and Simon had managed to get a business suite with a separate living area from the bedroom. That was perfect. They’d come here hoping to find someone interested in playing a few games with them. What Leif hadn’t expected to find was a woman who appealed to him as strongly as Tamara did. Her body called to him in every possibly dimension he could ever imagine, and then some more.

He knew Simon felt the same, as he was much less fidgety since she’d joined them. Before that he’d been endlessly shuffling his feet and moving his body. Now, although he was by no means still, he was much more relaxed than before. Almost as if he’d been on a run in his wolf form. So that was an amazing testament to the power of his desire for this sexy woman.

Leif swiped his card to open the door, but didn’t need to put it in the slot to make the lights come on. They’d left Simon’s card there while they were gone. Neither of them liked the thought of having to reset the TV and the clock every time they entered and left the room. It was easier to simply share the other swipe card. Not that they’d needed to. Neither of them had needed to return to the room anyway.

“Oh, a suite. How exciting.”

“It’s not one of the good suites. They were all taken by the wedding party,” said Simon.

“Of course. They’ll need a lot of space for the beauticians to do their hair and nails and everything tomorrow, I guess.”

Leif leaned against the wall and looked at Tamara. “I’ve always wondered, what are the men supposed to do while the women are getting their hair done and all that stuff?”

She giggled. “Sobering up?”

He laughed. “No, that’ll be the guests. I really don’t think having unlimited alcohol available the night before a wedding is a good idea, even though it’s an afternoon ceremony.”

“Imagine how much worse it’d be for a morning wedding, though.”

They all laughed and he waved her toward the table.

“What did you want to talk about? Would you like some coffee?”

She was looking down again as she said, “Thank you.”

He wasn’t sure if that was thank you for the seat, or thank you for the coffee, but he walked over and got the coffee going anyway.

He would stop her looking down all the time though. She needed to look up and face the world. He wanted to see what she was thinking, to look at her face, not the top of her head. He wondered why she stared at the floor so often. Was it embarrassment, or to hide her thoughts? Whatever it was, he’d teach her to look him full in the face.

When there was silence, she glanced at Simon and then at him. “I’ve never been with two men before. What happens? Do you”—she broke off and waved one arm—“each other and then me, or what?”

“We aren’t gay or bi. We fuck a woman. We share a woman. We don’t fuck each other. We never have. Does that change how you feel about us? Were you hoping to watch some red-hot male-male action?”

Once again color stained her cheeks, but she didn’t look down. “I would have been perfectly happy to watch two men make love. But two men making love to me sounds even better.”

* * * *

Simon’s dick was so hard his dress pants were going to be ruined if he didn’t take them off soon. They were pushed out of shape by the huge tent in the front of them. He felt sure Leif was experiencing a similar problem. But first he needed to touch and hold this delightful woman. He’d wanted to get his hands on her since the moment he saw her, and at last it was about to happen.

He kicked off his dress shoes, toed off his socks, and tugged off his necktie as fast as he could, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it neatly over the back of the chair as soon as he stood up. His belt was unbuckled and his pants sliding to the floor about a nanosecond later. When only his boxers remained on him he stared at Tamara. Her face was a delicate pink. She blushed so easily and it looked good on her. He liked that she was so easily embarrassed. He’d always know her thoughts because of that telltale blush.

He held out his hands to her. “Now you.”

She left the tiny purse she’d been clutching on the table, and stepped out of her heels. Like her dress, they were simple and black. Her hair was medium-brown and her skin a very light golden brown. Her eyes were her most attractive feature, a deep sparkling green.

Simon looked at her body critically. To him, a werewolf, she was perfect. He liked rounded breasts and curved hips. Not to mention that deliciously lush ass he hoped to fuck sometime soon.

Clothing might look nicer on a waif-thin figure, but he wanted a woman he could hold tightly and pound into. He wanted breasts that would fill his mouth, hips he could grip, and an ass he could massage as he fucked her. In his eyes, her body was pretty nearly perfect.

Leif stood behind Tamara and unzipped her dress. She wiggled her shoulders and it slid down her body to lie in a puddle at her feet. Damn, that was sexy. One little wiggle and she was left wearing only a bra and panties. They were both black and made of shiny fabric, possibly silk or satin or something similar. But whatever it was, it was damn sexy. Just like her.

Leif reached to undo her bra, but she shook her head.

“You next.”

“Bossy,” chided Leif.

Nonetheless he stripped off his suit almost as fast as Simon had. That was telling. Leif was very controlled. To undress so quickly either meant he was almost unbearably aroused, or that he wanted to get the program moving faster. Either way, it suited Simon. They might have all night, but he needed to get to the main game sometime soon. Preferably before his dick exploded with unfulfilled need.

Simon walked through into the bedroom. There were two king-size beds and he didn’t really know which one to use. He pulled the quilt off the one by the window, and then rummaged in his suitcase for the lube and condoms he knew he’d packed. He felt certain Leif would have brought a few toys with him as well, but likely they wouldn’t be appropriate just yet. Getting into her ass would be a major success on a first night.

Actually having her in their room at all was exciting, even if they had plain vanilla sex.

Leif carried her in and laid her on the bed. He was naked, his cock bobbing in front of him, but Tamara was still in her bra and panties.

Simon pulled his boxers off, and dumped the lube and condoms on the nightstand as he climbed on the bed beside her.

Leif laid on her other side. He lifted her up enough so Simon could reach under her back and unsnap her bra. Together they pulled it off and then gently tugged her panties down, one of them on each side of the tiny piece of silky fabric. Then, still in sync with each other, they bent their heads over her breasts. Now was the time to arouse her. Now was his opportunity to demonstrate to her so clearly she couldn’t say no, how good it would be to fuck them both.

Her breast tasted really delicious. Her body had the slightest fragrance of apples about it. He liked that it wasn’t a sickly sweet feminine scent, but rather a tart, sharper aroma that a man could truly appreciate. It reminded him of biting into a ripe Granny Smith apple, the first one of the new season. Except that instead, he was licking and sucking the soft and delicate skin of a woman he was desperate to possess.

Simon lifted his mouth and licked a line up her neck, nibbling her ear lobe, and nuzzling behind it. Some women had a very erotic spot just behind their ear. He wondered if it would work on Tamara. She shivered happily so maybe it did. Lightly he nibbled and bit her ear, licking inside the rim before returning to her breast again, sucking her nipple into his mouth and tugging lightly on it to extend it.

Again and again he played with her ear, her neck, her breast, moving to her lips and nose occasionally when Leif was concentrating on her other breast.

His first touch on her lips made his dick ache with longing. Her lips were soft and sweet. Her mouth was a feast of different flavors from their meal. Although they’d never drunk their coffee. Maybe they’d have that after sex.

He drew in her emotions, heaving in a deep breath with their lips locked together. Damn, she was amazing. She tasted so good. Everything about her called to his wolf. She wasn’t hesitating at all. She was giving herself freely to them, her hands touching them both, her breasts pushing up into Leif’s mouth, her lips locked with his.

Although he didn’t want to break the kiss, he knew he had to. She wouldn’t be able to hold her breath for anything like as long as he could. The slight moan she gave as their lips parted showed him clearly she’d been enjoying their kiss.

He licked a line down her belly, stopping to play with her belly button, adding a few sharp bites to the rim in passing, and then he reached her cunt.

Leif had possessed her lips so he lay on his side and licked a line up her slit, up and down, up and down, absorbing her rich flavor as he did. Her hips rose into his touch, her body writhing as she tried to direct him to go deeper inside her.

He used his nose to nudge her clit out of its hood and then rolled his tongue around it before sucking it hard. It was hot and ready for action. The way she thrust her hips up at his mouth even more wildly than before told him so clearly, but he knew anyway from the rich cream he could taste on her pussy lips.

Out of his peripheral vision he saw Leif, his mouth still firmly on Tamara’s, reaching for the lube. Right, that meant he wanted her ass. Simon was fine with that plan. Her cunt would be perfect. She was already hot and wet, ready for him.