Read Online Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Undone [The Double Men Rider's Club] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) by Elle Saint James - Free Book Online Page B

few hours ago. Raw need. Insidious passion. Entering Tessa for the first time, his cock slamming deeply inside her hot, wet pussy was an indescribable pleasure. He’d never forget what she felt like.
    Christ, he was making himself hard again from just the memory.
    Rubbing sleep out of his eyes, he made his way out of Dell’s bedroom and into his own to get more rest. Tomorrow would be busy. They’d already set up standing wake-up calls for the duration of their stay, so he crawled into his own bed for another couple hours of shuteye, the memories of sweet Tessa dancing in his mind.
    Two hours later, after a fitful sleep at best, Zachary stepped into the shower and plotted the fastest and easiest way to locate Tessa. He wanted to ask her if she’d be interested in another night of decadent passion with them sometime this week.
    Beyond that, he wondered what she was doing with the rest of her life. He knew it was too soon to be quite so attached, but God help him, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He already knew Dell was smitten.
    It would be a long week without her. Worse, it would be a long, lonely life if she didn’t share their attachment.
     
    * * * *
     
    Dell woke up at daybreak to a ringing phone instead of his usual bleating alarm.
    Where am I?
    He reached for the phone with his eyes still closed, wondering why the sound was different. He didn’t recognize it. One eye slid open as his groping hand landed on the handset of a strange phone.
    He lifted it to his ear. “Hello?”
    A canned recorded message regarding his wake-up call from a hotel staff member repeated twice before his brain started working. Memories filtered through his mind at a fast clip. Not home. At a hotel. Time to get up. Thank God for the wake-up call he’d already set up. Why was it so difficult for him to wake up when he was away from home? Back on his ranch, he had no trouble at all waking up at exactly the same time each and every morning.
    Dell sat up in bed, noticed the sheets in disarray and tangled as if three people had thrashed about in a rush of seductive pleasure. Then he remembered Tessa. Something else he didn’t enjoy back home on his ranch. Perhaps that would change after this week. Was Tessa their one?
    He pushed himself up and looked to see if she was still here.
    “Tessa?” he called out, hoping she was in the bathroom.
    “She’s gone.” Zachary’s voice came from his doorway. Dell would have been startled if he’d been awake enough. Holding a mug with the seductive scent of dark-roast grind wafting from the top, Zachary took a sip of his beverage. “Want a cup of wake-up juice?”
    “Stupid question. Of course I do.” Dell slid from the bed. “Did she leave a note or a number?”
    “A nice note, but no number. Guess we’ll have to track her down the old fashioned way.”
    “The old fashioned way?”
    “We go back to the bar and lean on the manager who knows her. Think he can be bought?”
    “No. But let’s try it anyway. Better yet, maybe Clay could persuade him.”
    “Maybe so.” Zachary glanced at his watch. “I’m busy all day. Want to meet for dinner and then head for the bar later on tonight?”
    “Yep. Meet me downstairs in the lobby at six. We’ll discuss our strategy for how we convince her to become part of a more permanent arrangement.” Dell shuffled into the bathroom intent on hitting the shower as soon as possible.
    “For this week only or permanent as in why don’t you move with us to
Wyoming
?”
    Dell stopped in his tracks and turned to face his friend. “Are you saying you want to ask her to see us after this conference is over?”
    Zachary glanced at the steam wafting from his cup. “Are you saying you aren’t interested?”
    “Oh, I’m interested, all right. But usually, you rein me in when I suggest outrageous things like chasing a woman we barely know.”
    He shrugged. “We know enough. There’s something about her. Something subtle that’s difficult to dismiss