Take Me [Dungeon Masters 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (8 page)

Her shoes were neatly under a chair. His were pushed half under the table but his jacket was still hanging over the back of a chair. As was Simon’s. His jacket. He went across and picked it up riffling through the pockets. And there was the other key card. Well, that was one mystery solved. He had to tell her he couldn’t find her shoes for the wedding though. Shit, what if they’d been stolen? He was damn sure they weren’t in the room.

“More towels are coming. Are you ready to order breakfast? Or is it lunch?”

“Brunch. I found the room card. It was still in my jacket pocket from last night.”

“Oh well, at least it wasn’t lost. Where’s the menu?”

Leif handed the hotel folder over to Simon who was clearly even more hungry than him. Just then Tamara appeared out of the bathroom wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and the athletic shoes he’d seen in her luggage.

“I’m sorry, Tamara. I couldn’t find your shoes for the wedding this afternoon anywhere. I promise I looked carefully.”

“My shoes? I left them here.” She stepped farther into the room and pointed. “There they are.”

“You’re wearing the black ones from last night?”

“So what?”

Leif realized she thought he was criticizing her fashion sense. “I’m not being rude. I’m just a man, remember. I assumed that because the burgundy dress was hanging in the closet there’d be a pair of shoes somewhere as well. I looked but didn’t see them.”

“That’s okay. The black ones will be perfectly fine with burgundy, and my purse is black as well.”

That’s right. He hadn’t noticed another purse in her suitcase either.

Tamara busied herself opening her suitcase and taking out the dress. She walked across the bedroom and hung it in the closet. He wondered if he should take the shoes to her as well, but didn’t know whether to pick them up or not. She scooped up her underwear and put it in a plastic bag and then tucked it into her luggage.

He moved out of the doorway where he’d been standing to watch her, and she came into the living area.

Simon hurried through the gap. “I need a shower, but if you order the food straight away it should just about be here by the time I’m done. More towels are coming, too.” He shouted his menu request as the bathroom door shut behind him.

“Are you hungry?” Leif asked her.

“Yes, indeed. I’m very hungry. I’d planned to have a late breakfast since the reception isn’t until six, but I didn’t mean to have it quite this late.”

Leif handed the menu to her, watching her face as she made her choice, then rang the restaurant to place all their orders.

While they ate they needed to talk. He really had to find out everything about her. Besides, there was no time now to do anything much before the wedding, other than eat and talk. Didn’t women take a long time to get ready for these kinds of things?

* * * *

Tamara felt beautiful for the first time in many years. Even though her dress was simple and nowhere near as expensive as many of these surrounding her, the two men bracketing her body were the most handsome in the room by a long way, and she knew other women were envious of her. If they knew how many orgasms she’d had in the last twenty-four hours they’d be even more jealous. She was hoping for at least one more tonight as well.

The wedding itself proceeded smoothly, with no one tripping over or dropping the rings, and Sophia looked lovely in her white cloud of fabric and mile-long train. After the wedding, many guests followed the bridal party to one of the conference rooms which had been set up as an indoor garden, with enormous potted plants, where the family photographs were to be taken. Two other conference rooms had been turned into lounges where people could sit and talk. A lot of people disappeared downstairs to the bar.

Even when her mother appeared and insisted she come and speak to a series of relatives, the men didn’t desert her. They nodded, smiled, shook hands, and inexorably moved her on to the next one, leaving her mother smiling at them all in their wake.

Tammy was amazed at their technique. “How did you manage that? You had her eating out of your hand.”

“You have to keep moving. Once you stand still they can get you,” said Leif.

“So is that why you’re constantly fidgeting?” she asked Simon.

“You know what they say. A moving target is harder to hit.”

Tammy laughed and let them lead her back to the ballroom. “We aren’t supposed to be here,” she said softly as Leif opened the door.

“I know, but I have business to take care of.” Leif slipped through the door and stood in front of the big sign with the table seating arrangements listed on it. He took a pen out of his pocket and carefully colored through two place settings altering them. Then he tiptoed to the tables and switched two cards.

It didn’t take Einstein to work out what he’d done. Once they were outside the room again she stared at him. “Which poor person did you move?”

“A man by himself. I wouldn’t touch anyone listed as a couple. We’ve found you. Perhaps he’ll get lucky and find his Ms. Right as well.”

Tammy liked the thought that she was their Ms. Right even though she was pretty sure she was only their Ms. Right for one more night. But that was okay by her. This was the best weekend she’d had in so long she couldn’t remember being this happy before. Monday and real life would come soon enough, She had one more night with them yet and that was twice as many nights as she’d expected to have so it was all very good indeed.

They went and had a coffee downstairs and then she returned to their room to check her makeup before going back downstairs again. People were already flooding into the ballroom and crowding around the notice board but Leif took them directly to their table.

As an unimportant umpteenth cousin, Tammy had expected to be hidden away down the back of the room which suited her perfectly. Hopefully there’d be so many tables between her and her parents and aunts they’d never even notice if she didn’t pay attention during the speeches or left before the end of the evening. Although if there was dancing she was more than ready to be held in her men’s arms. If they danced, of course. She didn’t know that about them yet.

Her guess was correct. Their table was in the second back row, and toward the side of the huge room. The meal was nice, but not outstanding, the speeches were mostly boring, and with so many people to serve everything took an enormously long time. But Tammy didn’t mind. She was with Leif and Simon and they really did use the time to learn about each other. They told stories of their childhoods, they talked about their likes and dislikes, and they laughed a lot. The people at their table were mostly a similar age to themselves, and they also talked and laughed in a general conversation with all the people at their table.

The meals were served alternately, the idea being that if a person didn’t like their meal, they swapped with the person sitting beside them. Which worked fine with the fish and the entrée, but not at all with the dessert. Everyone wanted the pecan pie. Tammy had one and held onto it refusing to swap, as did most of the others lucky enough to be given one. The entire group dissolved into laughter as one of the men offered to auction his dessert to the highest bidder.

By the time the bridal waltz was announced, Tammy was relaxed and laughing, enjoying herself more than she would ever have believed possible.

* * * *

Leif watched Peter lead Sophia onto the rather small dance floor for their exhibition dance. Peter was so obviously in love with Sophia his face glowed with happiness, and the tender way he took her into his arms made Leif’s heart beat faster. It was exactly how he felt about Tamara. He might have only met her this weekend, but already he knew absolutely that she was the perfect woman for him.

Leif’s gaze was on the dancing couple, but his mind was busy picturing the way he’d use his ropes to decorate Tamara’s body. She would be the centerpiece of all his future designs. Her lush curves would look even better decorated with the intricate twists, and turns, and knots he’d make in his ropes, until she was lifted to the highest possible plane of hedonistic pleasure.

He flicked a glance over to Simon, but his friend seemed to be coping all right. He wasn’t tapping his fingers on the table or his feet on the floor the way he did sometimes when he really needed to change into his wolf form and couldn’t. The drunks who’d set off the fire alarm had done Simon a good turn, enabling him to legitimately race up and down the stairs and unleash some of his excess energy.

Nevertheless Simon better have the first dance. The tiny dance floor would fill up quickly, so if Simon wanted to do more than stand in one place and hold Tamara in his arms, he’d have to get up and start dancing quickly before a hundred people tried to squeeze into a space meant for twenty dancers.

Leif caught Simon’s look and tilted his head slightly at the newlywed couple, and Simon gave an equally small nod. It was great the way they understood each other so well without needing words. Part of it came from working together for several years now, but far more of it was that they were on the same wavelength most of the time. They liked the same things and wanted the same things, which was perfect both in the workplace and in the bedroom.

It was hard to imagine how he could have coped if Simon hadn’t been as drawn to Tamara as he was. Yes, of course he could have made love to her alone. But ménage sex was so much better for all of them. The orgasms were so much more intense and his ability to give his woman pleasure was incredibly enhanced when Simon was there to help him arouse her and keep her on edge.

The MC called the rest of the wedding party up to dance and Simon stood, inviting Tamara to dance with him. Leif could see her hesitation as she looked around the room, but then he watched as her chin firmed, her head tilted upward and she accepted Simon’s invitation. He liked the way she thought things through and took a decision, not just letting herself fall into line with what others wanted. A true submissive accepted the Dom’s leadership by conscious choice. She knew the Dom would look after her and give her pleasure. She didn’t just allow anyone to lead her and dominate her. She chose the one she knew would put her first. Tamara was going to be their perfect sub as well as their perfect woman. Leif knew. And he couldn’t wait to get her into his dungeon.

Oh yes. The Dungeon. That was another conversation they needed to have. Likely they’d be able to do it later tonight when most of the people from their table were dancing or talking to their friends. With so many people in the ballroom the noise level was damn high. A low-voiced conversation would never be overhead. Hell, at times, even shouting was unlikely to be heard, there was so much other stuff going on.

Leif’s minded wandered through various BDSM scenarios and some of the more unusual toys in the dungeons at The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM club he co-owned and managed with Simon. But he noticed Simon was completely fair. He didn’t play up his werewolf need to move. He danced twice with Tamara and then brought her back to Leif, stopping in front of him and saying, “I’d be happy to keep dancing all night, but it’s your turn now. It’s getting rather crowded out there.”

It was indeed getting hectic on the dance floor. Leif wasn’t even sure there was room for him to dance. He noticed other couples dancing between the tables and then a swarm of hotel staff appeared, stacking chairs and moving the back row of tables out of the ballroom. Guests quickly pushed the second row of tables back into the open space and the staff cleared more room for dancing. One table remained from the back two rows, and it was piled high with purses, and half-drunk beverages. The only chairs left were those with jackets hanging on them and the ones being sat on.

Simon would take care of Tamara’s small clutch purse and he and Simon were both still wearing their suit coats so the staff could continue clear up as far as he was concerned. Now it was time to concentrate on Tamara. He pulled her into his arms, holding her body tight against his. At first she was a little stiff, trying to maintain a socially acceptable distance between them. But then she relaxed. She must have noticed that in this crowd no one would even know if he had his hands in her panties. A thought that had occurred to him already. Or better yet in her cunt. The picture of her naked under the black dress came back to him, making his cock grow even harder.

One day. One day he’d send her to work all day with no underwear and a vibrator in her cunt. Or maybe in her ass. Yes. In her ass so as she sat down at her computer to work she would think of him.

He flattened his hand on her center back, gently smoothing and stroking the soft fabric of her gown, reveling in the sensation of her soft breasts pressed into his chest. He grinned as he felt the tiny hard points of her nipples even through her dress and his shirt. Hell yes. She was aroused and that’s the way he wanted her to be. If only her dress had a plunging back he could have slipped his hand lower and touched her ass.

He pushed one leg forward between her legs, and continued to hold her tightly, wanting her to ride his leg. However, she stayed upright, just permitting her cunt to brush his leg from time to time. Leif almost wished the hotel staff hadn’t made more space for the dancers, but then he remembered they had a lot to talk about and this was the perfect time to do it.

Leif rested his head against hers, lightly rubbing their cheeks together, wanting to tell her he loved her and wished they could do more right now. And then the music ended and reluctantly he took her hand and led her back to Simon.

* * * *

Simon leaned against the wall, dividing his attention between watching Leif and Tamara dancing, and the hotel staff frantically rearranging the room around a horde of wedding guests. They’d taken away ten of the big round tables, and probably one hundred chairs, which had freed up quite a lot of space. Since they’d removed them all from the back of the ballroom, many of the people who’d lost their seats had been younger people dancing, who hadn’t even noticed, and likely wouldn’t care. Others had gone to talk to friends at other tables. The tables at the sides of the room had been pushed back against the walls and now were more a place to store personal possessions than anything else.