Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (26 page)

“Where are we going for supper?”

“Someplace nice, but it’s not too fussy. We both hate ties.”

“So, I don’t have to worry about going into the Silver Star Hotel in my tramp dress?” Marley teased, smiling up at him.

“No. Not this time, although I wouldn’t mind seeing Albert, the maître d’s, reaction to you walking in wearing that.” She remembered Albert. He was full of starch and would probably be very disapproving of her ensemble. Gray grinned, and then reached out. “Ready to go?” he asked, taking her hand.

“Yes, I’m ready,” Marley told him. And she was. There was a future with these men just waiting for her to embrace it. And she would.

One of the things she liked about Silver was how so many business establishments managed to work the word
silver
into their name. A quick drive through town and along the river, and they arrived at the Silver Garden Restaurant. It was a charming redbrick building with ironwork around the balcony on the second floor. It reminded her of buildings she had seen in the French Quarter in New Orleans. As with the rest of the old section of town it was full of charm and likely had an interesting history of its own.

Once they were inside the restaurant they were shown to a table in a private alcove. Other diners greeted them as they passed. It was good to know that her men were so well respected. It was another reassurance that she wasn’t doing the wrong thing. Not that she would change her mind about them now. They could turn into the town’s bad boys and she would still love them.

Marley’s world came to a screeching halt as the men slid into the booth on either side of her. The server asked each of them what they wanted to drink before leaving them alone. She was only vaguely aware of giving an answer as she fully accepted the revelation that she was in love with Grayson and Roarke.

She had known she was feeling something very much like love these past few days, but she hadn’t fully accepted it. It was something to be expected as she got to know them. They were great guys. She had accepted that she was
falling
in love with them. But to have actually
fallen
completely was a shock.

“Are you okay, baby?” Roarke asked with concern, obviously noticing the change in her.

Marley nodded and took the offered menu. She looked it over, biting her lip to keep back the giggle which threatened to escape. She was so darn happy at that moment she didn’t know how long she would be able to keep her little secret.

“What do you want, butterfly?”

“Well, I was trying to see if they have ‘I love you guys’ on the menu. But I don’t see it.”

There was dead silence on either side of her. Marley dared a glance at Roarke from the corner of her eye. He was staring at her, mouth gaping. She turned to Grayson, who wore a similar expression on his handsome face.

“Did you just say you love us?”

The giggle of happiness, bright and spontaneous, burst from her lips. She nodded. “Yes, I love you guys. I’m not going to ask myself how I could fall in love with two men. I’m just going to go with there’s something in Silver’s water and leave it at that.”

The two men, her men, were all over her then. The alcove gave them privacy from the other diners, as it was designed to do. Strong hands slid around her waist, holding her close as they pressed her into the tufted leather back of the booth. Lips sought out hers as hands began exploring. Grayson groaned, capturing her mouth in a deep, sensual kiss, his tongue stroking hers as he held her close. Roarke was nibbling on her neck and running his hand beneath the hem of the short yellow dress. The tips of his fingers stroked over the silky triangle covering her oversensitized sex.

When they broke apart they were all panting hard. Grayson pressed his forehead to hers. “It’s a good thing you said that, because Roarke and I have something for you. It could have gotten awkward, otherwise.”

With that he pulled back and reached into the pocket of his slacks. He pulled out a small box and opened it. Marley gasped. Inside were two rings. The band was a narrower version of the wide gold bands they both wore, with a Celtic knot design engraved around it. The other was a narrow band with a jewel-encrusted butterfly perched upon it.

“Oh, it’s so beautiful! How did you ever find anything so absolutely perfect?”

Diamonds edged the wings, the spots filled in with small emeralds. The body was made of gold, as were the antennae and curled proboscis. It was beautiful, sweet, and perfect.

Roarke took it and slid it onto her finger. “It’s perfect like you. Maury at the jewelry store called and told us he had a ring we might want for you. He said seeing how we were getting serious and all about you, we’d best have a ring ready. Maury’s words, but we agreed.”

Thank goodness for waterproof makeup. Marley began sniffling and tearing up. She snatched up the linen napkin on the table and began dabbing beneath her eyes. “It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen,” she cried, hoping she didn’t really sound like a bawling calf. She suspected she did. She threw herself into Grayson’s strong arms, sobbing on his shirt while Roarke stroked her back and pushed her hair aside so he could kiss her between the shoulder blades. “What am I going to do with the two of you?”

“You’ll marry us, just as soon as your sister’s show is over. The church and the minister are on standby and everyone in Silver is just waiting to throw us a party.”

“At this very minute more potato salads, macaroni salads, and casseroles than you can imagine are being planned. Stay away from Mrs. Higgins’s chicken wings.” Roarke laughed as he nibbled on her skin, making her wiggle between them.

Marley nodded her agreement to the plan. She had been making so many plans lately that she just didn’t want anything to do with thinking about anything else. Let them do it. “Sounds good to me. The people around here sure do enjoy their parties.” The Walkers’ party had been great, better than anything she had ever attended.

“You have no idea. Even if we did hold a reception by invitation, just about everyone that wasn’t invited would just show up anyway. They all have to be held out at the fairgrounds or the community center.”

“I love the people here. At least the ones I’ve met so far. Everyone has been terrific.”

The server appeared after a long absence. He smiled at them, nodding as he spied the sparkling ring now on her finger. After congratulating them he took their orders and disappeared again.

With a hand on Grayson’s and Roarke’s thighs, she began stroking. She glanced at Roarke through her lashes. “So, we’re playing ‘Ride the Cowboy’ tonight. Sounds like fun.”

Roarke groaned. “Oh, baby, shush. Now my cock is hard and…”

In one slinky move which surprised even Marley, she toed off her shoes, grabbed her tearstained napkin, and disappeared under the table. Completely ignoring the men’s shocked protests, she kneeled on the napkin then reached beneath the hem of the linen tablecloth until she found Roarke’s belt buckle. Once it was undone she carefully but efficiently lowered his zipper. Within moments she had his cock out of his slacks and in her mouth.

Stroking the underside with the flat of her tongue, she rubbed the sensitive plane until the man’s body was a twisting, jerking mess. She could hear his moans and hoped no one outside the alcove could do so. Otherwise they might get tossed out on their ears.

Pulling back, she lapped at the tip, savoring the taste of the salty droplets of pre-cum. His warm, musky male scent filled her nostrils. The powerful thighs held her close as she stroked his cock and loved it thoroughly until he began fucking her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a vacuum, humming her pleasure as she felt his shaft harden into velvet-covered steel against the softness of her lips.

Then he was coming, his semen jetting hotly over her tongue. Marley moaned her pleasure as she licked him clean. Once she was finished she moved enough so she was between Grayson’s thighs. She pressed his knees apart and moved in for the kill. Strong hands made a weak attempt to stop her, but she brushed them aside as she undid his slacks and released what Roarke fondly called his ruby-headed monster.

It was a monster, too. Marley swirled her tongue around the wide head, darting the tip of it into the slit, licking away the heavy droplets of cum.

Reality hit the pause button as the waiter entered the alcove with their salads. Marley tried not to laugh as she froze with Grayson’s cock halfway in her mouth. Feeling decidedly naughty, as if she weren’t being naughty enough, she slid her hand into his pants and began stroking his balls. She resumed sliding her mouth down his cock, working as much of it into her mouth as she could. It was a difficult angle and she didn’t have much room.

The waiter asked if they wanted ice water and if they needed more rolls or breadsticks. Oh, the wicked, wicked man. He knew she was under the table. He was tormenting Roarke and Grayson.

Roarke answered the man, his voice all but a croak. “No, we’re good.”

“I forgot to ask if you wanted mushrooms on your steaks. How ’bout it, Roarke?”

“No thanks.”

“And you, Grayson?”

“No,” Grayson said, his voice strained. “I’m good without.”

“What about onions? They’re very good.”

“No. No onions,” the two men groaned in unison.

“Your drinks are low. Would you like me to bring you another drink?”

“Yes, please do that,” Roarke told the man. There was definitely suppressed laughter in his voice. He was about to lose it, which made her own laughter escape. Powerful thighs clamped on her. She pulled back, covering her mouth with her hand.

“And the lady? Would she like another margarita?”

“Yes, bring her another.”

Despite it all, Grayson’s cock was as large and throbbing as it had been in the beginning. Obviously the fear of being outted was not enough of a deterrent. Once the waiter was gone his thighs relaxed. She swallowed his cock, licking and sucking until his hips were bucking. A moment later strong fingers slid into her hair, holding her close as he fucked her mouth in shallow strokes. When his cock hardened against her swollen lips, she sucked the head hard, flicking her tongue rapidly over the slit until spurt after spurt of salty cum was coating her tongue. Swallowing rapidly, she savored every drop until his cock began softening and slipped from between her lips.

It was rather anticlimactic when a napkin was handed to her. Marley wiped her mouth then shimmied out from under the table when a large hand took her by the arm, obviously letting her know it was safe to come out.

A comb through her hair, smoothing hands over her dress, and she was presentable. She didn’t look at either man until after she had taken a drink of the untouched margarita on the table.

“Wow, that’s just what I needed,” she gasped, setting it back down. She couldn’t even blame the alcohol for what she had done.

Brazen, wild, Marley had enjoyed every moment of her shamelessness. And she would do it again, too, given the right circumstances. It was all about opportunity and she couldn’t wait until the next one presented itself.

Grayson led the way into the house. Roarke and Marley were behind him, arms around each other, laughing at some goofy joke Roarke had told her in the car. He always told jokes after he had three beers. It was a side effect of the alcohol, but a harmless one.

He smiled at their silliness as he locked the door securely behind them then closed the heavy drapes. His deputy Cherry Preston wasn’t going to get anything to tease him about tonight. As the two went upstairs he let the dogs outside and went around the downstairs to turn on a couple lights to set the mood.

Warm light bathed the living room. He lit the candles on the mantle and set a match to the kindling in the fireplace. It wasn’t long before a cheerful fire was lit and dancing along the logs.

He and Roarke played “Ride the Cowboy” so much that it didn’t take long to get the room ready. When he was finished he followed them upstairs. He found them in what would now be their room, the huge master which they had been saving for the woman of their dreams, their butterfly. Roarke had Marley in a heated embrace, his mouth crushing hers as he held her tightly to him, his hands stroking over her ass through the clinging yellow dress. His gaze roamed down over her shapely legs to the sparkling green-and-yellow shoes. They should have been gaudy, but they were so well designed they were beautiful. And they added just the right amount of splash to the sexy-as-hell outfit.

“Let me get a taste,” he said, moving forward. Roarke lifted his head and grinned at him. “You don’t look like you’ve gotten kissed enough, butterfly.”

He pushed the thin straps of the dress off her shoulders as he lowered his head to capture her mouth with his. Marley opened her mouth, inviting him to plunder it as he began pushing the dress down her body. He was having a good time, enjoying the taste of her, the feel of her tongue dancing against his, when Roarke made a sharp exclamation of pleasure.

“Fucking beautiful!” he said again, causing Grayson to lift his head and step back. Marley’s yellow dress, now released from between their bodies, slithered down her long legs, leaving her wearing nothing but a very revealing white bra and thong. The shadows of dark areolas could be seen through the opaque fabric. Her nipples were hard, puckered, begging to be tasted. Leaning down, he captured a nipple and began suckling her through the fabric. Slender arms wrapped around his head, holding him close as she began moaning and begging for more. “You should see the rest of this!” Strong hands roamed over her ass and played with the string between the rounded cheeks. “Let go of that nipple and take a look at our beautiful girl.”