Authors: Elle Saint James
“Until tomorrow,” Tyler murmured in her ear before she departed his embrace. She grabbed her meager belongings in the form of her purse and phone from the end of the island as she passed by.
Stella then followed Dominick out of the kitchen, down the hallway, and across the length of the great room to the other side of the house, where another hallway greeted them. The only sound was the tap, tap, tap of his boots on the hardwood floors as they crossed the expanse.
Dominick half turned as they walked beneath the archway leading to the guest rooms.
“All the guest bedrooms are all down this hallway,” he said, feeling the need to make conversation.
She didn’t respond. She simply followed quietly.
At the end of the hall they arrived at the only room that was ready for guests. “Here you go.”
He opened the door, flipped the switch to turn on the overhead light and gestured for her to enter the space first. She nodded her head once and walked into the room. The urge to slam the door and leave her to her own devices was dampened only by his guilt that he’d hurt her feelings by not wanting to lay her down on the kitchen floor and screw her senseless.
“The door on the right is your own private bathroom. There are towels in the linen closet inside the door. The electricity is on for now, but in case the power goes out, we have a generator that automatically kicks on fairly quickly, so you don’t need to panic if the lights go out.”
She nodded. “I’ll try not to.” Her eyes stayed averted from him. She placed her purse and phone on the top of the dresser next to the bathroom door.
“Is there anything you need tonight?” he asked.
Stella visibly inhaled and then exhaled. “No. I guess not.”
Dominick felt a strange urge to take her into his arms to comfort her. She seemed so forlorn. Should he explain? Should he launch into an autobiographical account of his current life, and how he’d love to fuck her mindless but wasn’t currently in the market for a wife or permanence due to the semi-temporary situation he was in with the DRMC property? Although if he had to pick someone immediately, she’d qualify for a top spot on his list.
Against his better judgment, he said quietly, “It isn’t because I don’t want to, Stella. I swear, I just don’t want you to have doubts in the morning.” Dominick moved closer. One step more and he’d be touching her. He
so
wanted to touch her. “Once we cross that line, you know that it’s impossible to go back,” he whispered.
She turned and gazed into his eyes. “You’re probably right, but I’ll likely never have the courage to act on my desires again. Not like that.”
“Then it’s for the best that we stopped before anything happened.”
“I’m not convinced of that just yet.”
He pushed out a long sigh. “Well, truthfully, I’m not either.”
She smiled. “Any chance I could get a kiss good night?”
“Maybe.”
“Will I have to beg?”
“No.” Dominick took one long step into her personal space, grabbed her into his arms and lowered his mouth to hers before she could think to change her mind. His lips brushed across hers once and then again before he plundered inside the warm, silken depths of her mouth like he wanted to. She tasted like chocolate brownie and passionate woman.
Her arms slipped around his torso and held tight. If he didn’t disengage soon, he’d convince himself to stay the night in her room. He’d justified the kiss by telling himself she wanted him, and as a sort of consolation prize for not having sex with her earlier. She’d asked for this kiss, and he willingly obliged. She tasted so sweet. It was a difficult endeavor to even think of letting her go when she was snuggled in his arms. But he’d never forgive himself if he stayed. And Tyler would probably never speak to him again.
He dragged his lips from hers. She released him as if she knew he wouldn’t be able to stop if she didn’t let him go. She was right. In that second, he could see her as a permanent feature in their life very easily. The only question regarding a future threesome arrangement was whose name she’d take, his or Tyler’s, in a future marriage ceremony. Crazy thoughts to have for a woman he’d just met.
“Until tomorrow,” he murmured and retreated before his good intentions crumbled.
If she still wanted either of them or both of them in the morning, he’d have her stripped naked and impaled on his cock before she could say, “It’s tomorrow, so fuck me already.”
Chapter Five
Lustful thoughts so scorching she knew must be dreaming, Stella rolled her head to one side, leaving herself flat on her back in the lovely oversized bed they’d provided. She slowly opened her eyes to see a naked Dominick lounging next to her. “Let me play with you,” he said in that deeply seductive voice he had. His hand suddenly slipped over one breast. Her dream clothes melted away as if they’d never been there. Seductive gaze drilling a hole through her soul, Dominick rolled her pert nipple between his strong fingers, sending shards of delight straight to her pussy. Even in her dreams, she couldn’t wait until they had sex.
“I want to play, too,” said Tyler from her left. She turned as a grinning Tyler bent his head to take her other nipple into his mouth. The sudden warmth of his sexy lips tugging on her sensitive nipple as Dominick played with the other tip made moisture flow from her pussy lips in a gush. Two men tending to her needs seemed like the best idea she’d ever discovered.
Dream Dominick leaned forward and kissed her mouth. His tongue brashly entered between her lips, dancing and swirling inside until she was swept away. Much like the good-night kiss they’d shared, this kiss was volcanic and demanding, and along with Tyler’s mouth on her breast, Stella felt the familiar stirrings of a passionate happy ending coming very soon.
The dream Tyler continued sucking on her nipple, but as Dominick kissed her senseless, Tyler then slipped a hand between her legs to stroke her now very sensitive clit. She arched her back and moaned with a longing she’d never felt before.
Tyler moved off her breast and kissed his way down her body. Was he going to lick her clit? Please, yes. Toes curling at the mere idea of having him go down on her, Stella held her breath as Tyler worked his way from her ribcage, slowly kissing his way to her mound.
Stella kissed Dominick and even wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him in place as she waited for Tyler to reach his destination, hoping she wouldn’t wake up. When Tyler’s dream mouth landed against her pussy, licking and sucking her clit, she screamed into Dominick’s mouth with delicious enthusiasm.
Passionately kissing one man as another had his face buried in her pussy put Stella firmly in the “I love having two men at the same time” category. The orgasm she wanted was so close she could almost taste it.
Then, as dreams are wont to do, their body positions changed suddenly. Without warning she was pressed naked and panting between the two of them. Dominick, his firm body pressed to the front of her, still kissed her mouth, but Tyler had moved behind her. The anal sex she’d never ever considered before was now about to happen, as least in this dream world, and the exhilaration was almost more than she could bear. Would it hurt? Would the bit of pain feel good anyway? How had her friend described it? Dark, naughty pleasure on the wicked edge of a seductively addictive sting piercing your very soul. Right now, that sounded great to Stella.
Dominick pushed forward and she felt his immense cock enter her pussy. He stroked deeper and deeper until she didn’t think she’d be able to stop herself from screaming herself hoarse in orgasm. But the release eluded her.
Tyler’s cock suddenly brushed the space between her butt cheeks and her climax edged closer even before he attempted to enter her rear channel.
Hands suddenly covered her breasts, and another unseen hand caressed her clit as Dominick powered thrust after thrust of his cock deeply into her pussy. Oh God, she was on the verge. She wanted it. Tyler moved behind her and an explosion of bright sensation in the area of her anus sent a thrill down her spine.
She was about to release. She was about to scream the walls down with her most powerful orgasm ever…
The distant sound of a door closing hard on the other side of the house broke through the remnants of her dream. Everything in her dreamy world suddenly faded to black. Stella woke up in a strange bed with the distinct, remembered flavor of Dominick’s kiss on her lips.
One hand on her breast and the other buried between her legs, Stella woke before the light of dawn had even hinted at showing up, after the most restless and unsatisfying night she’d ever spent. And she didn’t feel the relief of having climaxed, either. Damn.
The restlessness was due in part to the fact that she hadn’t woken up in her own bed, but mostly because she was so horny she could hardly take a breath without wanting to grind her crotch against something for relief. She touched herself, and while it felt good to rub her clit, having someone else, or better yet two sexy cowboys, touch her would be so much better. She pulled her hand away, relishing the anticipation of talking the two into showing her what their lifestyle was all about.
Her dreams had been filled to capacity with erotic images of threesomes and being sandwiched between the two intriguing men who’d rescued her.
Eyes wide open, Stella crawled quickly from her bed to search out the two men who’d left her aching the night before. To be fair, Dominick was the one who’d put the brakes on. She knew he was trying to be honorable. Tyler likely would have been seduced easily. The thought made her smile. Wouldn’t they be surprised today when she refused to take no for an answer?
* * * *
Clay kept careful track of the weather while he lounged in his hotel room, and especially the trucks plowing and salting the roads he wanted to travel on to get back home.
The track of the storm had spared the tremendous inches of even more fluffy white crap on his end of town last night. And the predictions today also seemed to be headed toward the opposite side of town.
Grateful for the reprieve for the DRMC ranch, he smiled and made plans. Dawn had broken an hour ago. Once the sun was well in the sky, he would brave the roads with his truck and stop by the only open grocery store, still advertising to be selling regardless of how high the snow got, and head slowly home. It would probably take him five times as long to get there, but he knew there wasn’t much to eat back at the ranch.
With all the extra work at the ranch this week on the newest building construction, he hadn’t gotten a chance to resupply their low food stores.
If Dominick and Tyler hadn’t already chewed their arms off to survive, they’d probably be pretty happy to see him come home earlier than expected especially with a truckload of food. He hoped they appreciated his sacrifice.
* * * *
Tyler usually slept on his stomach, but found that the raging erection he sported all night wasn’t conducive with his cold, womanless sheets. With no relief in sight, he shifted to one side and then the other. This pattern went on for some time. So he slept miserably switching from one side to the other all night with the throbbing hard-on instead of having it buried against his belly. He woke from a fitful sleep before dawn and well before his alarm sounded.
He shifted slightly because he was so uncomfortable, and groaned as his unsatisfied cock pulsed against his belly again. He’d dreamed about Stella all night. He had a program of sexual fulfillment that was unmatched—if the string of fulfilled women in his past were any indication. He’d never left a woman unsatisfied. Not acting on his gut instinct to at least pleasure Stella last night actually caused him pain. It was odd that a veritable stranger had such a strong impact on his libido, but there was something about Stella that drew him in.
From the first moment he’d seen her exit her car, still listing sideways in the ditch, she’d had his attention. Echoes of rescuing a fair maiden aside, when he’d gotten close enough to her, Stella’s scent drove him wild with possibilities.