Daye, Rainey - An Unconventional Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (17 page)

“
Fuck!
” Jesse’s curse, followed by a grated, “Congratulations, man” broke into her dark thoughts.

“What?” she asked him, confused.

“Alex gets the first date with you,” Jess said with a grimace while Alex nodded with a happy smile on his face.

“What?” she cried, suddenly outraged. “You discussed your picks with each other? I thought we had agreed to keep our choices private?”

“Calm down. We didn’t cheat.” Alex tried to soothe her. “Horseback riding was my pick, and I knew Jesse wouldn’t mark it because he’s afraid of horses. I could only hope that you would decide to choose it.”

“Oh,” she said, mollified. Then turning to Jesse, she asked him, “Why are you afraid of horses?”

“Because I fell off one and broke my arm when I was at Boy Scout camp while I was a kid, and the horse almost trampled me,” he revealed. “My parents tried to keep me from developing a fear of them by taking me to a farm once the cast came off so I could try it again, but the moment I saw the farmer leading that monster horse out of the barn toward me, I grabbed onto the car door and started screaming bloody murder until my folks gave up trying to pry my hands off it and took me back home instead. They even discussed taking me to the doctor or even a hospital on the way back because I kept crying and screaming hysterically in the backseat.”

“Oh, Jesse, I’m so sorry,” she breathed, feeling for his childhood trauma. “But the old adage that you should get right back up on the horse is absolutely true. They just should have started you out with a pony or something. Maybe one of those kiddie rides that they have at fairs. Something that would have been more suited to easing you back into the saddle. And they probably should have done it while your arm was still in the cast so that your fear didn’t have so long to sink its claws into you. They really were trying to do the right thing. They just went about it the wrong way.”

Jess could only gape at her as she commiserated over his phobia before he suggested that they get back to the drawing.

After the anxiety of the first individual date was over, the drawing became much easier, and the three of them laughed and joked good-naturedly over the picks. Jess actually let out a jubilant
“Yes!”
on a couple of occasions over choices that turned out to have one of their initials next to it. When he made his first outburst, they had looked at him with raised brows, and he told them that it was one of his suggestions, but he hadn’t put his own initial next to it and immediately offered to get up to show them his original list on the computer. They laughingly refused his offer, telling him that they trusted him and would much prefer to continue with the drawing first.

Maggie insisted that they take turns drawing, and they carefully kept track of the order that the date suggestions were drawn in as they matched the draws up, throwing away those slips that had no initial on it. A small handful went unmatched, though, and the person who had placed their initial on it had to either wait to be approached by someone in private to find out whom that particular date would be with, or they had to keep quiet about the fact that no one else had gone along with their pick.

The group-date pile was by far the largest, giving conclusive proof to the three of them that they were indeed a good match, while the piles for Maggie’s individual dates with either man were almost equal in number, and the smallest pile was for Jess and Alex’s dates. When she expressed curiosity as to why that was, they had just shrugged unconcernedly and postulated that since they had already been dating for almost four years, they probably subconsciously skewed their own date suggestions toward something Maggie would be more likely to choose, thus ensuring either a group or individual date with her.

“So,” Alex asked after all the slips had been drawn, “should we turn our movie night into ‘date night,’ instead?” He wanted to know, and the others groaned as they both suddenly realized that no one had thought about when the dates should take place or how many they should go on throughout the week.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I really enjoy our Thursday-night movie, and I don’t want to give it up, but I don’t want it to become our group date, either,” Jess said.

“I’m too wiped when I get home on Thursdays and don’t have any more energy than it takes to walk downstairs so we can watch our movie,” Maggie added. “What’s wrong with the weekend? None of us are taking a weekend class this term. And that’s when normal people go on dates, not that we’re quite normal, but still…” The men laughed at her qualifier as she trailed off with a puckish grin on her face.

“Okay, but that means we have to figure out how to squeeze four dates into two days,” Alex pointed out.

“You forgot about Friday night,” Jess reminded him. “So that’s four dates in three days. We should be able to work that out somehow.”

“But my date with Maggie is a daytime date,” Alex grumbled.

“I don’t want to put off our dates any longer than we have to,” Maggie said, “so I think Alex and I should go horseback riding this Saturday afternoon, and then Jesse and I can go on our dinner-theater date that evening. That leaves the two of you Sunday for your date, and we can either have a group date that evening or we can wait until next Friday to have it.”

“Or we can just use this weekend to hammer out the details of how the revolution of future dates is going to work out so that we’re not trying to squeeze too much in such a short window and start the dates next week,” Jess suggested.

“No, no, NO, NO,
NO
!” Maggie suddenly cried, standing up and slamming her hands down on the table to emphasize her frustration, causing some of the slips to slide off their piles. “I just want to get our first dates out of the way before you two can come up with a reason as to why we have to wait even longer. I am way too horny right now, and the faster we get the first dates behind us, the faster I’m going to finally get some relief!”

* * * *

After Maggie’s wholly unexpected confession, followed by her rushing into the kitchen to do the supper dishes while blushing furiously, the men had hastily left the dining room so they could go do research for their dates. Alex Googled riding stables within a fifty-mile radius while Jess looked for dinner theaters in the area and made some phone calls to find out how far in advance he had to make a reservation and if there were any openings left for this Saturday.

Needing to find out how advanced Maggie’s riding skills were so that he could narrow down the selection of stables to take her to, Alex sought her out in the kitchen, calling out “Mags?” as he walked into the room. He could see at a glance just how on edge she truly was as she stood with her back to him at the kitchen sink and saw her stiffen even more at the sound of his voice.

“Oh, Mags,” he breathed in sorrow and guilt as he went to stand behind her at the sink. “We’ve really done a number on you, haven’t we?” He put his arms around her waist and gave her a hug from behind.

“I’m fine,” Maggie said, her voice cracking as she seemed to cringe over what she had told them.

But now that he was aware of her mental and physical state, he couldn’t help but tighten his arms around her in response. “No, you’re not, Maggie,” he said softly into her ear.

“Let me help you.” And before she could misinterpret his words as an offer to help with the dishes, he lifted her soapy hands out of the dishwater and turned her around in his arms, causing soap and water to arc out and splash both him and the floor before he then trapped her bent arms against his chest and tightened his hold around her.

Looking up at him in surprise, she echoed his words. “Help me?”

Alex just nodded at her as he turned around with her in his arms and proceeded to walk her backward across the room until her legs bumped up against the kitchen table.

Placing his hands on her waist, he lifted her up onto the table. “Let me help you,” he said again, this time making his offer perfectly clear as he nudged her legs apart with one of his and cupped her groin through her jeans with one of his hands.

Her eyes glazing as pent-up lust shot through her, she could offer him no protest as he undid the button on her jeans and slowly unzipped them. He then tugged them over her hips and down her legs before he kicked them aside, leaving her sitting before him in a T-shirt and plain pair of white cotton panties, looking utterly delectable to him. He placed his hand squarely on her chest and pushed her backward until she was lying on the table. He then petted her softly through her panties while he gave her hip a squeeze and hooked the leg of a nearby chair with his foot, pulling it over to him so he could eventually sit down on it. He nudged her knees farther apart and bent over to give her an openmouthed kiss through her panties.

“Let me help you,” he said a third time as he pulled her panties off and tossed them over his shoulder. He looked deeply into her eyes for a long moment before he lowered his gaze to her bared groin. He smiled in satisfaction as he noted that, while she kept herself groomed, she wasn’t completely bald or in possession of just a small, square patch of hair or one of those ridiculous landing strips. Rather, she had a nice triangle of soft, dark red hairs on her mound that were well groomed along her bikini line and neatly trimmed, but not short enough to give a man whisker burn while nuzzling her. And he happily noted that her labia and surrounding area was shaved clean. After all, there was nothing worse than choking on a pubic hair while eating a woman’s pussy. However, he didn’t care for a completely bald groin because it made him feel as if he was going down on a pre-pubescent teen, and that thought was just sick, as far as he was concerned.

Maggie’s groin, though, was absolutely perfect to him, and he reached out to cup her in his large hand while he flexed his fingers and squeezed her, causing her to groan and shudder as she lay upon the table.

“Maggie,” he said sternly, reclaiming her attention since he wanted her to be perfectly clear about his intentions, or lack thereof, in this particular instance. “I’m going to eat you out now. But I’m
not
going to fuck you. Nor am I going to expect you to fuck me when we go out on our date Saturday because of what I’m going to do, okay?”

Maggie nodded dumbly, her eyes glazed with lustful need, causing his heart to contract and his cock to swell.

“This is just between me and you. I have no intention of sharing this with Jess. I’m just going to scratch your itch, like a good boyfriend should.” Alex smiled at her and then sat down in the chair he had pulled over before he leaned forward to cover her with his mouth.

He ran his tongue up and down her cleft while nuzzling his face into her so that he could inhale the delectable scent that was so uniquely hers. He then began to employ his fingers by using them to separate her folds so that he could access her clit. Suckling it gently, he nipped it once it was fully engorged. He then flicked it with his fingers as he angled his mouth so that he could stab his tongue as deeply inside her as he could. Opening his mouth wide, he pressed it tightly into her groin so that his tongue could delve even deeper inside her. He then sucked hard against her, causing her to cry out in response as her hips rose off the table. Without removing his mouth or pausing in his oral ministrations, he reached up and gently placed his hand over her mouth to muffle her cries, suddenly afraid of alerting Jess as to what was going on, though he wasn’t sure why he cared.

Maggie acknowledged his unspoken desire for her to keep quiet and replaced his hand with both of her own, clamping them firmly over her mouth while Alex’s hand returned to tormenting her.

He proceeded to thoroughly pet, lick, kiss, fondle, and finger her until Maggie was writhing on the table, her hands fluttering around her head and mouth as she tried to keep her cries muffled but seemed unable to keep that thought in her head for any amount of time. When he sensed that she was about to come, Alex reached up and placed his own hand firmly over her mouth while he intensified his efforts. Within moments, she exploded in a powerful orgasm as she screamed behind his hand, and her head lashed back and forth, causing him to squeeze his fingers into her jaw so that she couldn’t dislodge his hand while she continued to cry out, and he continued to lap hungrily at her juices, which were coating his mouth and fingers.

When her body slowly began to settle from her orgasm, he removed his hand from her mouth and slowed his own efforts in response, bringing them both down at the same pace. When she was finally lying boneless on the table and breathing raggedly, he gave a last lingering lick to her before he pushed back his chair and stood up so that he could gaze down upon her. Maggie opened her eyes and looked up at him with slightly glazed eyes.