Adams, Eve - Trio [Gideon's Ring 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

“Like I said, when I see something I want…”

“You take it,” she finished in a breath and released the grip she had on his hand. His gaze never left hers as his hand drifted up higher, past the hem of her dress. Then higher, to her G-string. Without hesitation he ran his knuckles along the damp fabric and curled his sexy lips into a grin.

His hand slipped beneath the silky material, and he licked his lips as he groaned and she whimpered. “Damn, Sarah. I like how wet you are. If I weren’t sitting so far away I’d sink a finger into that saturated pussy and tease you until you agreed to wear my charm.”

Stupid table blocking his way. He barely brushed across her swollen clit, but it was enough to cause her to rock her hips as she sought out his finger. She needed him to touch her again, to release her from this frantic torment that he and he alone had somehow wound up in her in a manner of seconds.

“I bet there’s a wildcat inside that tight little body just growling to get out. Tell me, Sarah, have you ever been fucked by two men at the same time?”

The flames he had growing in her body ignited into an inferno, burning her from the inside out. She liquefied, and scorching juices coated her pussy.

He smiled and traced her lips with his finger. “You like my touch, don’t you, baby?”

Her nipples twisted and ached as they pushed against the fabric of her thin dress.

She shook her head.

“Answer me, and don’t lie, or you will be punished.”

A fine sweat broke out over her skin and tickled deliciously. Something told her Barrett Gideon was used to getting his way. Still, she wasn’t the type to give it so easily—another trait Ryan hated about her. Swinging her gaze up at him, she then snapped her knees closed and twisted in her chair as she thrust out her chin.

“No man tells me what to do.”

Shock and hunger blazed in his eyes. That look made him even sexier as he eyed her like she was his next meal. His gaze narrowed as he sat back in his chair. “As long as you wear my charm, this man does.”

The roughness in his voice sent her senses staggering like a drunk at closing time. She loved the way her body hummed when he talked and wanted to know what else her body would do under his command.

Her hands shook as she started to pin the broach to her dress.

“Wait.”

Was he already changing his mind? “What?”

“There’s something I need to do before you wear my charm.” He stood then and, without hesitation, swept Sarah into his arms, and lowered his lips to hers.

His kiss, possessive and demanding, flooded her senses as heat scorched every nerve ending. He pressed his chest against hers, pulling her in tighter and surrounding her with him. All of him. She was scandalously aware of his bulging erection pressing against her stomach and rocked her hips in response.

The sounds around them faded as their kiss deepened. A blistering chill washed up her spine when his large, calloused hands caressed her bare shoulders. His touch caused her nipples to tingle, her clit to throb and swell, and her knees to weaken. With every passing second her body readied itself for him and whatever he wanted to do next.

And what he did next had her ready to submit to whatever he wanted. His hand had found its way home and burrowed beneath her flimsy G-string. He slipped past the barrier and sank a finger into the aching entrance of her pussy.

She arched against him and pulled him closer as she rocked her hips back and forth, fucking his hand in her desperate need for release. It wouldn’t take much for him to send her right over the edge, he had her that close to an orgasm already.

He pulled out and eased his finger back in, taking his time and driving her crazy. She needed more. So much more.

“Please, Barrett.” She didn’t care that she begged for it and that she did it in front of the entire bar. She was going to die if he didn’t break this tension coiling around her, squeezing her, teasing her as her climax hovered just out of reach.

“Wear my charm.”

“Anything,” she whispered, her breath quickening. He crooked his finger inside her pussy and found the one spot her vibrator could never touch. “Oh, God.”

“Are you mine?” He pulled out and slowly sank his finger back into the depths of her weeping cunt, brushing her G-spot and forcing a moan from her lips.

She sucked in a breath when his thumb flicked her clit. “Are you mine?”

“Are you really challenging me?” His voice rumbled like an avalanche, consuming her and sending her that much closer to shattering.

“As much as you are me.”

She whimpered as his fingers withdrew from the depths of her pussy. When he pulled back she stared up at him, at the way his eyes had darkened to almost black. The eyes of a hunter about to attack his prey, and she wanted to be attacked, to be devoured. Her body ached for him to finish.

He then reached over and pinned his charm to the strap of her dress as if he hadn’t just had her near a blinding orgasm. “We’ll just have to see how far you’re willing to take this, my sweet Sarah.”

Barrett sat back down, and Sarah mirrored his action. When he leaned toward her, his elbows on the table, Sarah did the same. “Our lips are definitely compatible, but I’m more interested to find out what else of mine fits perfectly with yours.”

Oh, dear God, did she want to know the answer to that. She was dying to have him touch her again, to quench this arid thirst she had since first spotting him running up the stairs when she arrived at the ranch.

“Would you like me to take you somewhere else?”

She nodded. Why argue? She could look for Lucky tomorrow. Tonight she wanted to get lucky in every other sense of the word.

“Is that a yes? Words, Sarah. I demand words.”

“Yes,” she whispered raggedly.

“Good. I’d hate to have to punish you right here in front of the rest of our guests.”

She tensed at his words and was about to ask what sort of punishment he had in mind when another brooding male appeared at their table and interrupted the erotic spell he had her under.

“Change your mind?”

Chris stood there, his hazel eyes digging into her, his expression a mix between lust and anticipation, waiting for her answer. He spotted the broach Barrett had pinned to the left strap of her dress. With a quirk of his lips, he took a seat. “I see you’ve already been claimed. That’s too bad. Seems as if I’m losing out on all the good ones tonight.”

“She has another side yet to claim,” Barrett murmured, his gaze slowly scraping over her body and searing a trail across her skin. “Don’t you, Sarah?”

Chris darted his gaze to Barrett as he spoke and then to Sarah, holding it there as he grinned, causing his eyes to dance just as wickedly as Barrett’s. “Is that so? Looking for a third?”

Before she could stop herself, she nodded.

“Words,” Barrett demanded. “I’ve already told you I expect you to speak. As your
M
aster you will obey me, or you will be punished. Is that understood?”

Master? Seriously?
Not going to happen, big boy
.

“I happen to agree. I would have liked to be your Master, but since Barrett pinned you first, I have to stick to the rules. You belong to Barrett first, but if you accept my pin, you also belong to me and must submit to my commands.” He sat down, his twinkling gaze never leaving hers.

She leaned forward, daring him to take it to the next level. “And if I don’t?”

Chris
accepted her challenge and leaned forward until his nose almost touched hers. His eyes held a naughty
glimmer
. “Would you like to find out?”

Would she ever. “Maybe.”

“Then keep pushing me, Sarah. I promise you, you’ll never experience anything like it.
Barrett and I can take you places you’ve only read about.
”

She remained silent just to see if he planned to do anything. When he narrowed his blazing gaze on her, it ignited every sexual desire she’d ever had since her first smoldering thought as a teen.

Her bravado took over, and she went along with it. She licked her lips in response, testing him, daring him to push it a step further. “If you say so.”

“Should we test your theory?” He nudged his nose against hers.

“Maybe we should.” She slid her nose against his until her lips were only a breath away from his. “Would you spank me?”

He shook his head, his mouth brushing across hers. She flicked out her tongue and ran it along his bottom lip. “I’d definitely ballgag you.”

“And why is that?” she whispered.

“You talk too much.” He nipped at her lips.

“So shut me up.”

“With pleasure.” He took her lips. No hesitation. No pretext. He wanted her. She tasted it in his kiss. Stroking her lips with his tongue, he took control of their connection and took Sarah’s world from black and white and b
rought
it into full color.

His kiss told her he wanted her and her alone. He was dying for her, and she didn’t know why she knew that, only that she did and reciprocated it.

Before she knew what happened, Chris had another blue jewel pinned to her right strap.
To seal the deal, h
is tongue swept her lips open and licked at her, teasing her and burning her from the tips of her nipples clear through her womb, and coated her channel as her body primed itself for their taking.

He then broke their kiss and sat back as if he didn’t just render her temporarily speechless.

Chris studied the two broaches. “You look good in blue.”

“I bet she looks better in nothing,” Barrett growled.

Sarah bit down on her bottom lip to cover how much she’d started to tremble. This was insane, thinking the two hottest men in the room wanted her, but they’d both pinned her. According to the rules, they now owned her. Two! Until she removed the pins, they could do anything they wanted with her. A quick glance over to Barrett and she saw that roguish gleam in his eyes. She curled one side of her mouth in return.

Chris rose from his chair. “How about we move this to a separate room? We could get better acquainted and out of
clothes that make us all look like we just attended a funeral.”

Barrett didn’t move. His gaze remained glued to Sarah, making her hot, and had her body responding. “Or we could stay here and really see how adventurous you can be. The room is starting to clear out.”

She’d barely noticed. The two men focusing all of their attention on her had her spellbound. Drawing in a deep breath, she tried to keep her voice firm instead of stuttering with nerves. “What would we do out here in the open?”

Barrett spiked his brow in response. “We could always finish what we started.”

“Come on, Barrett. Let’s not scare her. I think you’ve proven your point.” Chris grinned in apology. “He can be a little intense.”

Sarah liked that about him and couldn’t wait to see what else he did to cause her heart rate to spike.

“Barrett doesn’t scare me,” she admitted truthfully. “I’ve seen worse.”
Much worse.

Chris continued to smile. “We’ll never scare you.”

“Unless you want us to,” Barrett added.

“What if I do?” She didn’t know where all of this came from. Maybe, deep down, she’d been a challenging submissive all along.