Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Unbound [The Double Rider Men's Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (5 page)

“And did your friend enjoy herself?” Tyler fanned the flames of the topic of conversation. Dominick wanted it to end even though Stella completely intrigued him. He already wanted her. But his moral high horse wouldn’t allow for the possibility.

Not tonight. Not while she was in this vulnerable circumstance. It wouldn’t be right. But in the right circumstances, he’d be hard-pressed not to pursue her.

She lifted her gaze to Dominick. “Yes. She said she loved it.” God, Stella was completely stunning.

Tyler took a step closer. “Was she specific about the experience?”

“Yes. Very.” Stella swallowed hard. “She and I were out drinking one night. She probably told me more than she intended to initially, but I got the impression that she’d love to attend the next annual event.”

“Would
you
like to come, too?” Tyler asked. “We can easily get you an invitation. It won’t be for a few months yet, but we’d love for you to come as our special guest.” The anticipation on his face as he waited for her response was almost comical. Dominick certainly agreed she was intriguing, but wouldn’t let Tyler pressure her.

Her eyes rounded suddenly and a panicked look encompassed her lovely face. “No, thank you. I’ve never been quite
that
adventurous in bed.”

“You might like it,” Tyler prodded. “I’d be happy to explain in detail what to expect—”

“Would you like something to drink?” Dominick cut Tyler off before he could finish, deciding quickly that it was long past time to change the subject. “Maybe something hot to warm your insides now that you’ve soaked up some heat from the fire?”

She turned toward him and edged away from Tyler. “Sure. Thanks.”

Once she passed by him, Dominick sent Tyler a glare of supreme annoyance that she couldn’t see.

Tyler, obviously undaunted, watched her ass and then smiled mischievously. Dominick could tell that he wasn’t sorry at all. He gestured for Tyler to stay behind in the great room, and followed her into the kitchen by way of the hall they’d come through earlier. He gestured to the barstools on one side of the large granite island in the center of the kitchen.

“We’ve got coffee, tea, and hot chocolate. Unless you wanted something with a little bit more kick.”

“I think I’ve had as much kick as I can handle for one day. I’d love some tea.”

There was also a small table with four chairs in a three-sided bump out against the far wall, but having her sit at the island seemed less formal and unthreatening. He then set about making his guest some hot tea. He filled a tea kettle at the sink then twisted to put it on the stove.

“So what do you two do out here on this ranch when you aren’t promoting the annual men’s club event?” she asked the moment his back was turned to heat the water.

He lifted the kettle on the stove, tilting it back and forth to check the water level and then turned the gas flame up on high. “I hope Tyler didn’t scare you. He’s just enthusiastic about our club.”

“No. Not at all. I’d be lying if I weren’t just a little intrigued by your association, but watching a live sex show between three people is way out of my league.”

“Well, it’s a very private club. We don’t exactly advertise.” He leaned sideways and filled the kettle with a bit of water from the sink.

She laughed. “Tyler does a pretty good job.”

“Yeah, and he’s a big pain in my ass. But he’s harmless, and the truth is, you won’t find a better guy.”

“So he’s your friend then?”

“Yep. Lifelong friend, in fact.” An image of a naked Stella being sandwiched between him and Tyler as they introduced her into their unbridled lifestyle crossed his imagination with vivid clarity. How interesting that he could picture it so easily with Stella. Most women he met didn’t inspire the same instant lust that she did.

“What else do you do here between annual club shows?”

Her sexy voice rolled over him and thickened his cock.
Calm down.
He rattled the metal against the gas burner as he straightened the newly filled kettle, setting it down more squarely on the flame as images of sex with Stella coursed through his mind. This
ranch
basically headquartered a pleasure playground for their Double Rider Men’s Club. They planned to hold at least one annual event here each year in honor of their unbridled lifestyle, and depending on demand, they might eventually offer private accommodations year-round to the members who desired more than just one getaway a year.

“We haven’t had an annual event on the premises yet. This place is brand-new. It’s a private compound of sorts for our club. We are the recently installed off-season caretakers of the property through the winter months.”

“Interesting.”

She had no idea. He took great pains to temper his mood. Dominick wanted her with an instant desire he didn’t quite understand. He wasn’t usually so immediately taken with women he’d never met. She was obviously something special.

The subtle fragrance of her intriguing perfume mingled with her natural scent and made his thoughts wander into dangerous territory. Even after lecturing Tyler about not making her feel uncomfortable, Dominick wanted nothing more than to sink his fingers into the tresses of her hair, press his mouth to hers, and then lick a powerful orgasm out of her using only his tongue.

Tyler came back into the room whistling. Dominick snapped out of his lust-filled, amorous mood because he didn’t want Tyler to return the lecture he probably needed.

“I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?”

Dominick frowned. “I guess we could make some soup. I think there is some chicken noodle in the pantry.” With Clay gone, they’d have to fend for themselves in the food department. Clayton Forrester, their men’s club security guru, was also the best cook of the three of them. Until the weather had gotten bad, Clay spent the bulk of his time at his personally designed security operations building on the property. During good weather, Clay only came to the house to cook, eat and sleep.

Tyler laughed. “Because that’s all we’re capable of, really. Opening cans. And I’d probably burn the contents anyway.” He strolled across the kitchen and perched on a stool right next to Stella.

“So do the two of you live on take-out, then?” She smiled.

“No. We have one more guy that stays out here during the winter. But he got stuck in town due to the storm. We’ll have to make do until he gets back.”

Tyler put his elbows on the bar and turned his attention to their guest. “Usually, Clay cooks and we clean up.”

Stella nodded. “I could cook,” she said quietly. “And I’d even clean up.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Dominick said, and leaned his elbows on the granite as well. “We’ll scrounge up something to eat. Maybe there are some frozen dinners in the freezer.”

“I truly don’t mind. Why don’t you two go back to whatever you were doing before rescuing me, and I’ll whip something up for us? I’m pretty good in the kitchen. It’s the least I can do for you since you saved me from frostbite.”

Tyler grinned. “That would be awesome.”

Dominick gazed into her eyes, hoping the lust didn’t show and nodded his agreement. “Thank you.”

She slid off the stool and walked over to the refrigerator. Over one shoulder she asked, “Is anything off-limits?” She opened the refrigerator door and bent over. Dominick pushed out a silent breath of surprise. Sweatpants never looked as good on the female butt as they did on Stella.
You’re the only thing off-limits
.

“Nope,” Dominick and Tyler said at the same time. He noted they were both staring at her perfect ass as she rummaged through the fridge.

“Anything you find, feel free to use. Do you need any help?”

She straightened up. He and Tyler both stared off into different corners of the kitchen and pretended they hadn’t just been caressing her ass with their intense gazes.

“No. I’ll be fine. Go and relax. Do you want to take a beer to go?” She pulled a bottle from the top shelf and offered it to him.

“Yes. Thanks.” He walked to where she stood and grabbed the bottle as the tea kettle started to whistle. Before opening his beer, he made her a cup of tea.

She didn’t seem to notice, so intent on searching the limited resources in the fridge. As he added a tea bag to a mug, he heard her shut the fridge and open the pantry door right next to it.

“Here’s your tea,” he said. She turned from the pantry with green pepper in one hand and a potato in the other, along with a big smile on her face. She was absolutely beautiful. “And we’ll be in there watching football if you need anything.” He pointed with his bottle of beer to the doorway leading to the den.

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine. Give me thirty minutes or so.”

“No problem. Thanks again.” Dominick thought she looked right at home in their kitchen, even dressed as she was in his hand-me-down college T-shirt and those sumptuous, ass-clinging gray sweatpants.

Together, Tyler and Dominick exited the kitchen as cooking noises commenced. He heard her open several drawers and cabinet doors. In retrospect, she probably would feel better with a knife close at hand. Then she’d be better able to defend her own security. And if she could cook, that would only add to her already unique allure.

Tyler, two steps ahead of him as they walked into the den, turned and said, “Would you be surprised if I told you that I’m in love?”

“Nope. It proves the old adage that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

He shrugged. “Whatever. I’m pretty sure I was in love with her before she said she could cook.”

Dominick pushed out a long, tormented sigh. “Tyler,” he began.

Tyler put his hands up. “Don’t say it. I already know. She’s off-limits.” He rolled his eyes and planted himself on the sofa facing the large, flat-screened television. Dominick ignored the long, pitiful, sad sigh Tyler released, picked up the remote, and started up the game from last night that they’d abandoned to close the gate. The angel in the kitchen was a fateful bonus to their upcoming snowbound status.

Perhaps the next couple of days wouldn’t be so bad after all. There were worse things than being holed up with a beautiful woman.

Even if she was completely off-limits.

Chapter Four

Stella assembled several items from the almost-bare cupboards of their luxury kitchen and began making dinner. She found several potatoes in the pantry, a slightly wrinkled green pepper in the produce drawer of the fridge, and a white butcher’s paper bundle marked “one pound strip steak” in the freezer. There was a bag of hoagie rolls in the bread box on the counter, along with a small aluminum pan of plain, store-bought brownies. She located all the pans she’d need, grabbed a chopping block, and snagged a very sharp knife from a wide selection housed in a wooden block by the stove. She started chopping up the green pepper first, resisting the urge not to stare wistfully at her surroundings.

Their kitchen was, in point of fact, a chef’s wet dream, and very well-equipped. She suspected the two gorgeous men watching football in the other room were likely also very well-equipped, but the thought of finding out for sure made her face go hot. Perhaps
she’d
have a wet dream tonight. Stella rolled her eyes at the presumptuous thoughts and continued kitchen duty. She focused on making dinner, and not on how she might seduce Dominick and Tyler.

Her mind spun with visions of what went on at this men’s club during regular business hours. She searched her memory for all that her friend had told her about the Double Rider Men’s Club. Just saying the full name in her head made a little trickle of juice moisten her pussy lips.

Focus. Make dinner
.

The whole conversation regarding their men’s club aside, she knew Dominick was trying to make her feel comfortable. Tyler was persistent, but not a threat. She thought he was funny with an easygoing attitude.