Unbridled and Unsaddled [The Double Rider Men's Club 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (21 page)

“Amen to that,” Parker said under his breath.

“Did I mention that Clay gave us a temporary membership in the DRMC until our final application is approved? He told me earlier. We can’t get started building a home of our own here quite yet, but he offered to let us use this place until final approval is issued. And he felt positive we’d eventually be allowed to join with full benefits.”

“Well then, that settles it. We have to stay together now.”

Sabrina kissed Drew and then Parker. Drew relaxed for the first time since the Sunday paper had spilled onto the kitchen table. He and Parker snuggled up next to her. Together they made plans for their promising future.

Double Rider Men’s Club property

Two months later

Sabrina drove to the cabin on the DRMC property and parked behind Drew’s truck. She unloaded the groceries for a special dinner they had planned for tonight.

Climbing the steps to the cabin, Sabrina smiled as she always did. This place was now theirs. Clay had owned the cozy cabin and offered it to them so they didn’t have to wait so long for a home to be built on the property.

He said he lived at his security fortress and didn’t use the cabin much anyway. If they took it, he’d find another spot and eventually build a place later.

She carried her bags into the front door and stopped short after closing it behind her.

Drew and Parker were standing just inside the door. They both smiled, but remained silent.

“What are you both up to?”

They both kneeled down in front of her. Each of them balanced on one knee. Parker produced a ring box. “Will you marry us?” Drew asked.

“Say yes,” Parker added.

She dropped the bags to the floor and brushed away tears from her eyes. She felt like she’d been bucked from a bronco, unsaddled and left in the dust. They had discussed this very topic the night before with regard to how a permanent relationship might work. But she was completely taken off guard that they would propose to her the very next day.

“Yes. I’ll marry you.” Sabrina resisted the urge to dance around the room.
Soon. But not quite yet.

They slipped the ring on her finger. Each of them kissed her passionately. And then she danced around the room.

Once she slowed down, they sandwiched her between them and they swayed together.

“Honestly, I can’t believe this is happening. I shouldn’t have waited so long to contact you two. We’d probably be an old married trio by now.”

“I don’t know about that,” Drew said with a smile. “I’ll admit the first time you mentioned double penetration sex I felt the same way as I used to after being unsaddled by an ornery horse, breathless, winded, and unable to speak.”

Sabrina nodded. “It may come as a surprise, but that’s also how I felt when I started this endeavor. But my main concern was that neither of you would be interested in me or this life.”

Parker smiled. He tugged her ear between his teeth. “Speaking of being interested in this life, I have a little confession to make.”

Sabrina stilled and Drew lifted his head to stare at Parker. “What did you do, old man?”

“I
may
have thrown the rifle competition. Sort of.”

“What?” Drew stepped back. An amused but incredulous look registered on his face. “You
may
have? Either you did or you didn’t, old man. Which is it? And how did you throw it?”

Parker rested his chin on her shoulder and stayed behind her. “Okay. I did it. I could have put my shot in the center of the bull’s-eye easily for the win. Instead, I tied up the match.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to see what would happen if we both won. Perhaps I wanted to explore what I sensed Sabrina was after in the first place.”

Drew narrowed his eyes and focused in on her face. “So...what
would
have happened if he’d won and I came in second?”

She shrugged. “Pretty much the same thing. I’d intended to invite both of you to the cabin for an after competition drink to lure you both there. My pretense was that the winner and I would discuss a future date and the second place finisher got drinks with me as a consolation prize.”

“But when we got to the cabin that night you were wearing practically nothing.”

“Yes. Well, I’d hoped to speed up my true intent and ultimate desires with that outfit. And it worked, too.” She reached for him. Drew took a couple of steps into her arms.

To Parker he said, “What if I demand a rematch?”

“You’ll still come in second place.”

Drew rolled his eyes as if in disbelief. “How do you know that?”

Parker pushed out a long sigh. “Let’s just say I picked up some very valuable skills in the military as a sniper. I can hit pretty much anything I want to up to a mile out with a rifle. The range at which we were taking our shots in the competition isn’t really even a challenge. I put my shot in the mirror place of yours to force a tie. I can do that easily with any shot you take at any time.”

“I see.” Drew leaned in and kissed her cheek. He said, “Then I demand a rematch in calf roping.”

“Don’t be such a child. You already beat me in that.”

“Exactly. Allow my pride a boost.”

“Sorry, youngster, I’m retired from the rodeo. You’ll have to find another way to boost your ego.”

“I have an idea,” Sabrina said. “We can celebrate in bed together.”

“Great idea,” they both said at the same time.

Less than ten minutes later, Sabrina was naked and flat on her back in front of the fireplace. Logs aflame crackled in the hearth as her two men brought her to repeated and exquisite pleasure.

* * * *

Seated in the communications room in his security fortress, Clay studied a map of the plots choices still available for building homes on the DRMC property. It hadn’t been a difficult decision to sell his cabin to Sabrina, Parker, and Drew. He’d built the place before his awesome security fortress had been completed. He didn’t remember spending more than a few nights at the cabin in the past couple years.

The phone on the console before him lit up. He didn’t recognize the number, but knew it originated out of Denver by the prefix.

“Yes.”

“Clay?” The man’s voice seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t immediately place it.

“Yes.”

“This is Jake Salerno. Do you remember me?”

Clay had a moment where he couldn’t speak. Vivid, distant images of a long-ago time and place flashed in his head. He’d almost forgotten, but merely hearing Jake’s name brought back a flood of memories. How old had he been back then? Twenty-one?

They’d been overseas, half-drunk in a bar somewhere when they’d started discussing sex and what
really
turned them on. To that end, Jake Salerno was the first guy he’d ever shared a woman with. That initial experience was what had prompted him into pursuing his first ménage relationship and eventually his life with the DRMC.

“I
do
remember you. Long time, no hear, my friend.”

“That’s the truth. How have you been?”

“Can’t complain. Are you still working overseas?”

“Nope. I’m stateside now, in Denver.”

Stateside. Close-by.

“Not that I’m not glad to hear from you after what seems like a hundred years, but what’s up? Why the call?”

“Honestly, I was hoping you could help me with something.”

“If I can, sure.”

“Word around here locally is that you have a connection to Homeland Security.”

Clay snorted. “Not exactly. I know someone who works there.” Dalton Rourke was his connection. He did his best not to overuse it. Jake was a worthy candidate though.

“Can you help me get a meeting with that connection?”

“Maybe. I’ll have to give him a reason.”

“I’m with Immigration now and I just saw some surveillance footage of someone in your area.”

“Someone you’re looking for?”

“More like someone we thought was already dead.”

“Interesting.”

“Maybe. I’m not even certain this is the right person. In fact it is probably just some look-alike. But mostly, I need to find out if this person is really alive, or just a doppelganger.”

“And you need to talk to Homeland Security? Why are you going through me? Can’t you just call them yourself?”

Jake released what sounded like a long sigh of frustration through the line. “Well, now that is the complicated part of my life. My boss is a bit of a maverick in certain circles. He doesn’t often play well with others, and getting any help from any government agency, even our own, usually becomes problematic.”

Clay smiled. “I see. Okay. I can set up a meeting. My connection to HS is through Dalton Rourke. I’ll call and see what I can do to set up something informal. And I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks. I’ll owe you one.”

“Not necessary. Tell you what, you can buy me a beer one of these days.”

“That would be great. We should get together and catch up anyway. It’s been way too long. And I don’t know very many people in the area.” Jake sounded exactly like he did long ago.

“Not married?”

“Nope. You?”

“No.”
Not anymore.
Clay didn’t want to think about that tragedy, so he changed the subject. They talked about a few more innocuous things before saying their good-byes.

Clay leaned back in his chair and contemplated his brief, long-ago past with Jake. After that life-changing night together, they’d been best of friends and repeated their newfound pleasure as many times as was possible with their demanding schedules.

At least they had until their jobs pulled them in different directions and sent them away to far-off corners of the planet.

Jake Salerno.

Clay looked forward to sharing a drink with him. And hopefully soon. Perhaps he’d invite him to the DRMC for an event, if Jake was still interested in the same pleasures.

There are rumors that Elle Saint James used to live in Intercourse, PA where she devoured gothic novels filled with seductive heroes seeking redemption from feisty heroines. This was where her erotic writing imagination was developed.

Others are convinced Elle Saint James spends her afternoons supervising the cleaning of her personal dungeon and her nights directing the delicious torture that goes on there. Fortunately, her slaves take dictation, enabling her to write while otherwise engaged.

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The majesty of the Rocky Mountains, as well as her gorgeous husband, serve to inspire Elle Saint James’s dark and deliciously sexy novels. She writes for those who are not afraid to take a walk on the wild side and explore more erotically charged sexual adventures in reading.

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