Free Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Untangled [The Double Rider Men's Club 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elle Saint James

amused expression like she was surprised he could make her come. He loved her response. Loved to watch her face as she came. He would always want to make her climax screaming.
    Dalton buried his face against her neck and grabbed her close. He squeezed her even tighter and rolled to his back taking her with him, his cock still deeply embedded in her taut, clenching pussy. She tightened the grip of her arms around his neck, found his lips with her soft mouth, and kissed him deeply like they would never part.
    “You’re amazing,” she whispered against his lips when the volcanically charged kiss finally ended. “Seriously, you and Wade both take me to a whole new level of contentment. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
    He pushed his mouth against her lips a few times and then whispered, “Meanwhile, I can’t decide if I want to savor you for several hours or if I want to gobble you all up in one bite like a wolf with a tasty morsel.”
    She giggled so sweetly that his heart melted a bit more. “If my only choices are being an all-day sucker or being a tasty morsel devoured by a big, bad wolf…I’ll likely always choose the wolf.”
    Dalton widened his eyes with exaggeration, growled suddenly like a hungry beast and drove his open mouth into her neck to nibble her succulent flesh as if he was a big, bad wolf about to devour her. She squealed and pretended to thrash against him at first only to then bury her fingertips into his hair and drag her nails across his scalp seconds later, pulling him even closer.
    His cock pulsed, reminding him he needed to stop and go clean up. He licked her throat once, kissed her mouth, and withdrew to the marble facilities in the opulent bathroom.
    He reminded himself to be on his guard against thinking that any kind of permanent relationship would result from this weekend. She was beautiful and perfect in many ways, but it was too soon to be thinking of her in any kind of enduring, long-range fashion.
    Wasn’t it?

Chapter Six

    With a song in his heart and anticipation building at the coming day’s events, Wade pulled his SUV through the gates of the DRMC property a few minutes before noon. He still had ten minutes to make it before the Dude Ranch for a Day extravaganza was set to officially commence at the southern property.
    Dalton had texted him that food had been ready for thirty minutes and they were already at a table. They had saved him a seat and told him to get a plate of food and join them. He couldn’t wait to take Olivia in his arms again. The scent of her had lingered on his face all morning long from the kiss they’d shared before he left the bedroom.
    He reflected on the fact that for the first time ever, he and Dalton would be able to attend a semipublic event with a woman and both be able to kiss her without disapproving stares from the surrounding attendees. He loved that they’d discovered the Double Rider Men’s Club. Loved every aspect of it, from the Stadium to the friendly people involved in this shared, unusual lifestyle.
    Well, rather Dalton had found it through his old friend Clayton Forrester. But the experience had been life altering for Wade. He parked next to Dalton’s unremarkable G-man, four-door sedan and hopped out to head to the lunch.
    He waved to Dalton and Olivia before heading to get food. He noted that Olivia had changed clothes from the sultry, sexy blue dress from the night before to a more casual blouse and skirt. She still looked amazing.
    The smoky lure of barbecued beef steaks and succulent pork ribs filled the air as he strode across to the rustic outdoor dining area. Almost a hundred people were milling around or already seated at the busy, festive event. He grabbed a generous oval plate and filled it. He got saucy pork ribs, a wooden skewer of veggies, a buttery grilled ear of corn, a large slice of cornbread, and a bottle of beer before finding Dalton and Olivia seated at a red checkered tablecloth.
    He leaned down and