Adams, Eve - Trio [Gideon's Ring 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

“You know what your problem is?” Sarah couldn’t stop her silver tongue from engaging.

“Oh, do tell.”

“Barrett,” Chris sang under his breath. “Can I speak to you in private?”

“Hell no,” he answered, his smoldering gaze never leaving Sarah. “I’m sure whatever you have to say will be just as enlightening as whatever Sarah is about to say.”

Anger fueled her words. “You’re an asshole.”

“I rest my case.”

Chris stood. “Looks like you two need to resolve some issues. I’ll just be over…uh…somewhere else.”

She tried to smile but deep down wanted to cry. It didn’t take Chris more than five minutes to realize she wasn’t worth sticking around. How long would it take Barrett to realize the same? How many more digs would he get in before he got up and ran away, rejoining his
cousin
to seduce someone more interesting?

The lines in Barrett’s face deepened as he sank down in his chair. Chris walked away and disappeared into the crowd of guests there for the weekend. Sarah watched him go before turning her attention to Barrett.

“You’d better go, too.”

“What, no more witty retorts? No more enlightening comments about my lack of charm?”

“No, you being an asshole pretty much sums it up.” She paused to catch her breath, not sure why she felt like she’d just run uphill for miles.

He watched her, and the intense look in his eyes forced her to swallow several times to impose a sense of calm.

“I remember those days.” A man’s comment caught Sarah’s attention. She turned to see a couple in their mid-fifties sitting at the table next to Sarah, both smiling and nodding. With them was a man half their age, his hand on the woman’s bare shoulder, his thumb drawing back and forth across her skin. On him he had a ruby-red jewel pinned to his collar.

Apparently the couple had found their third partner for the weekend.

The woman reached over and took the older man’s hand as she addressed Sarah. “Sweetie, you don’t need to play hard to get, not here at the ranch. Barrett is just about as perfect as they get. He’s already set his sights on you. I can see it in his eyes. And you want him, too. Why put each other through this when you know it’s inevitable? I didn’t even bother to put up a fight when Barrett joined us our first weekend here.”

“Joined you?” A twist of jealousy swirled inside her like a demon. She didn’t want him, she told herself. It didn’t matter who he’d slept with in the past, present, or future.

“Barrett made Rhonda scream in three different languages.” The older man smiled proudly.

“He sure taught my Jacky-poo a thing or two.” Rhonda purred and puckered up her lips at
Jacky-poo
.

“Thanks, Rhonda.” Barrett lowered his gaze and grinned sheepishly before stealing a glance at Sarah. After shrugging
,
he tugged on the brim of his hat to cover his face.

Despite her want to stay upset at Barrett for being so arrogant, she really wanted to see just how many languages he’d make her scream in. She didn’t even know any other languages, but somehow she figured that didn’t matter. An orgasm with Barrett Gideon would have her speaking in tongues.

“Sit.”

Sarah opened her mouth to protest, but when Barrett glanced up with a deep, heated look, the air froze in her lungs. Her heart hammered in her chest as a hunger stirred deep in her stomach. What she wouldn’t do for a night with this man, arrogance and all. Something about him held her captive.

And, just like that, she took her seat. They sat there staring at each other for an eternity before she finally had the strength to pull her gaze down to her untouched wine.

“Drink.”

She did, gulping the Merlot and not tasting it.

“Do you have a charm?”

“A what? Oh, you mean the thing I’m supposed to pin to me if a couple chooses me? No. As you so kindly pointed out, I don’t exactly have anyone vying for my attention. The one man I did have just ran away, so thank you for that.”

“That’s Chris. He wouldn’t know a good thing if it bit him on the ass.”

She wouldn’t mind taking a nibble. Lifting her wine to her lips, she was about to take a drink when his words hit her. She set the glass back down before she dropped it. “You think I’m a good thing?”

He didn’t explain his comment, which both infuriated her and intrigued her. Instead he pulled a gemstone as blue as his eyes out of his breast pocket and handed it to her. “My charm.”

She held the broach in her hand and stared at it. He couldn’t be serious. It shocked the hell out of her that he’d given her his trinket to wear. A Gideon. Not just any Gideon, but by far the most captivating of all the brothers.

The other three Gideon brothers all laughed and mingled with their guests, clearly enjoying themselves. They had booming voices, those Gideon boys, and every time one chuckled, the sound echoed throughout the room like thunder.
Chris stood off in the corner, conversing with people as they walked by, but never taking his laser point gaze off of her.

She glanced back at the Gideon sitting with her. He wasn’t laughing. He’d barely cracked a smile since she first spotted him in the bar.

There had to be some kind of mistake. No way could she hold his interest. Once he realized the mistake he’d made, he’d find a way to escape just like his brother.

At twenty-eight, she wasn’t out of her prime, but she certainly felt like it. Every time she went with Carol to a bar, the men flocked to her best friend and left Sarah standing off in the corner, wishing she had what Carol had. Looks. Charm.

The ability to attract the opposite sex.

She adjusted her glasses before trying to hand the broach back to him. “It’s lovely, but it isn’t for me.”

He tipped his hat back, and for the first time the power of those midnight-blue eyes bore into her, sending pulses of erotic energy shooting through her, centering deep into her core. Dear God, he was magnificent.

“Sarah, wear my charm.” It wasn’t a request.

She hesitated. “What does it mean if I wear it?”

“That you belong to me, at least for the weekend.”

Shock plunged through her body. What did he mean by
at least
? That thought sent her pulse into a seizure. “You and who else?”

“I have a few suggestions.” His eyes danced wickedly as his sultry lips curled into a crooked grin. “Not every pairing has to be in threes, although that is a hell of a lot more fun. Ask your brother.”

Yes, Norris Emerson had made a name for himself partnering with Amber Dalton and Brett Fields. Together the three of them ran
The Roadhouse
, one of the most successful alternative love clubs west of the Mississippi River.

Norris made it no secret how happy he was sharing Amber, and Amber couldn’t stop talking about
her men
. Sarah had always envied her for having not one, but two men to call her own.

“I can tell you’re thinking about what it would be like, me possessing you, loving you, making you scream. My hands fisting your hair, my tongue exploring your body. I’d start with your mouth and inch my way down until I buried myself between your thighs, licking and teasing your pussy until you cried out for release.”

Heat slapped her cheeks as she lowered her gaze. She’d never heard a man use that tone of voice with her before. Rasping, thick with hunger. With lust.

“Now imagine that times two. Two men loving you and only you, tending to your every ache, fulfilling your every fantasy. I want you, Sarah. Chris wants you, too. Let us take care of you, baby.”

Oh, boy. He definitely knew how to talk a girl into doing something. She closed her eyes and bit her tongue before she gave in to his words. “Barrett, I don’t know about this. A few minutes ago you were all about the insults. Now you want me as your lover for the weekend. It’s hard to keep up with your mood swings.”

“When did I insult you?” He seemed genuinely surprised as he sat back, hurt clearly swirling in those captivating eyes. “You’re the one who called me an asshole. You’re the one who commented on my lack of charm.”

She wanted to argue, but he was right. He may have truly been an asshole, but he never once insulted her. Still, that didn’t give him permission to treat her like just another piece of ass. “Good-bye, Barrett. I hope you find someone who enjoys someone bipolar like you.”

“Bi-
what
?”

“You heard me. Men like you always get what they deserve in the end.” She leaned toward him and narrowed her gaze. “Always.”

He leaned into her so that their noses touched. “Promise?”

For that, she had no retort.

“You’re gorgeous when you’re pissed, you know that?”

She licked her lower lip and sucked it between her teeth. If they didn’t move past this playful banter soon
,
she’d end up attacking him right here in the middle of the bar.

But she wouldn’t let him get her that easily. “Don’t think your empty compliments will win you any points, mister. I’m still angry.”

“Stay angry at me, Sarah. Anger will allow you to give in to your raw passion. Release your inhibitions. Just let yourself go. Let me take care of you this weekend. I promise you, you’ll have the time of your life. Once you’ve experienced a real ménage, you’ll only want more.”

The heat from his breath tickled her lips, and she licked them. This shouldn’t be turning her on. Heat plunged through her body at the thought of having Barrett and his brother touching her, loving her. And, yes, making her scream. The image planted itself firmly in her head and had her close to climaxing in anticipation.

She wanted to give in, but she also wanted to rake his eyes out. His arrogance enraged her. It also turned her on.

But she couldn’t let him know that. “What if you don’t turn me on?” She was so going to hell for that lie.

Her question seemed to amuse him. His eyes danced as the corners of his perfect mouth curled into a grin. “I don’t think that’s going to be an issue. Your nipples are so hard they are going to rip your pretty new dress. I bet if I reached under this table and put my hands between your legs, explored your sweet pussy, I’d discover just how turned on you really are. Are you wet for me, Sarah? Do you want me to find out for myself?”

His crass words should have shocked her. Instead, a swift flood of blistering juices drenched her panties, and she clenched her thighs together to ease the throbbing ache swelling her clit. “I double
-
doggy dare you.”

His expression stilled for an instant before he broke into a chuckle as he shook his head. She remained silent as she waited for him to share whatever joke he’d just thought up and hoped she wasn’t the punch line.

He sat back and studied her intently for several seconds. “You honestly think I’m bluffing, don’t you?”

“We are in a room full of people, Barrett. I don’t think—Hey!”

He did exactly as he said and reached under the table. Her knees caught his hand and trapped it between them. Looking up at her, he tilted his head. “I’m waiting.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m not one to turn down a dare, especially when it’s a doggy dare.”

She thrust out her chin to hide the fact that every inch of her body throbbed in need. “I still think you’re bluffing.”

Something sparked in his gaze, something dark, heated, hungry. It became more intent as he roamed it across her face, her neck, her breasts, before snapping back and holding her prisoner.