Original Match [Ménage.com 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 2

  “Listen, lady, I just want to talk to somebody in charge. You do know that it’s bad business to turn down a customer?”

  Right when Shea was about to spin her chair back to face her desk, she caught sight of a man sitting in front of a deli, looking up at her window. He was dressed in jeans, with a khaki windbreaker that looked like it was a decade old, and a blue ball cap shading his face. The way he had his head tilted, as if he was studying a bug under a microscope, gave Shea the creeps. If she weren’t mistaken, he was staring directly at her window. He really couldn’t see her from down there, could he? She was on the third floor of the apartment complex, with the sun shining in. The glare would prevent him from seeing her, let alone the distance between them. But she still found it unnerving.

  The woman on the phone was now rambling on, and Shea couldn’t take another minute of it. She was just about to hang up when she heard the woman stutter an apology. There was a muffled sound, as if someone had grabbed the phone, when a man’s voice came across the line.

  “This is Grayson Stevens. I apologize on Lucy’s behalf. We would love to meet with you regarding your project.”

  Shea was momentarily stunned at the deep voice coming through her cell phone. It was like warm honey being poured over her soul. In an instant, a peaceful feeling settled into her bones. If only she could capture his voice in words.

  Forgetting all about the man across the street, Shea sat straight up. Her chair slid backward on the wheels so fast, she almost fell off. What the hell was she thinking? Since when had a man’s voice ever had an effect on her like that? Maybe Cyn was right and she needed to get laid. Her vibrator wasn’t cutting it anymore, and she found herself taking forever to obtain relief.

  “Hello?”

  “Oh!” Shea held back the urge to pull the phone away from her ear and look at it to make sure she wasn’t dreaming that sinful tone. “Sorry, I was just thinking. I thought you guys were busy for the next six months.”

  “Lucy is new, and unfortunately, she didn’t get her facts straight. What project are you needing help with, Ms….”

  Shea’s words got stuck in the back of her throat, and she found that she couldn’t tell this man with the molasses voice that she wanted to create a ménage dating site. Maybe she could sugarcoat it until she met with the person who was actually going to write the program. She recognized his name from the website and knew he was the owner.

  “Brennan,” Shea filled in his unanswered question. “Um, well, it’s a dating service.”

  “A dating site? Ms. Brennan, you do realize that there is an overabundance of those types of sites out there, don’t you? It’s not that we wouldn’t like your business, but we wouldn’t want you to think this is going to bring you a lot of money. The one thing you can count on from our company is our honesty.”

  “Oh, I’m not doing it for the money,” Shea said. Scooting back up until her butt was back in the chair, she leaned against the black leather. The silence on the other end of the phone made her realize he was waiting for her to keep talking. She scrambled to continue. “The reasons are complicated, so I would rather wait until I have a meeting with one of the programmers, if that’s all right with you? I can even bring a list to give the person an idea of how we want the men to be chosen.”

  “Of course, Ms. Brennan. May I have your first name?”

  “Shea. When would I be able to set up an appointment with a programmer, Mr. Stevens?”

  “Your name is Shea Brennan?”

  Shea didn’t like how his tone deepened and he paused before answering. Surely this man didn’t read her books. The likelihood was minuscule, and Shea shook the thought away, although she had a harder time getting rid of the tingling that started in her neck and ran down her back. His voice was something that needed to be bottled. Her pussy was starting to itch in a way that she wouldn’t be able to scratch.

  “Yes. S-H-E-A.”

  “How does tomorrow morning sound at ten o’clock?”

  “Wonderful.” This was going to work after all. She couldn’t wait to tell Elise and Cyn. “Whom should I ask for when I arrive at your office?”

  No answer was forthcoming for a few seconds, which gave Shea the same feeling as when he repeated her name. It was like he knew something she didn’t. She could hear nothing on the other end of the line, not even his breathing. Maybe he was concentrating on two different things, considering Lucy didn’t know what she was doing. Right when she was going to repeat her question, he finally gave her a name.

  “Ian will be assigned as your programmer. Once you arrive, ask for Ian, and you can give a detailed account of what you desire. You have our office address?”

  “Yes, thank you. I retrieved it from your website. I will be there tomorrow morning at ten o’clock. Thank you, Mr. Stevens.”

  “Have a nice day, Ms. Brennan.”

  Shea couldn’t suppress the shiver that traveled over her skin when he said her name or the word “desire.” It was like his fingers had trailed down her spine and landed at the sensitive curve of her back. She heard him disconnect and took the phone away from her ear, setting it on her desk. She released a pent-up breath and closed her eyes.

  It was a good thing she wasn’t meeting him tomorrow. There would be no way she would be able to sit in front of Grayson Stevens and say exactly what she wanted on this dating site. She might be very descriptive in her books, but those were just words. Having a conversation in person about ménages, with a man whose voice did funny things to her body, was not in her nature. She wondered if he looked as good as he sounded, because unfortunately, his picture wasn’t on the company website.

  She glanced at her phone and, just for a second, thought maybe she should call back and request a woman. Shaking her head no, Shea figured the odds of getting a geek, with tape wrapped around the middle of his glasses, were in her favor. After all, that’s what they looked like on television.

  Speaking of geeks, Shea looked back out the window and was relieved to see that the creepy man had left. Maybe she should take up another hobby instead of people-watching. That man had not brought on erotic inspiration, but instead that of a horror movie.

  Turning her attention back to her laptop, Shea concentrated on finishing up the latest chapter of her work in progress. Who knew how long tomorrow’s meeting would take. It was better to be prepared and not have to worry about her word count tomorrow. Looking at the words on the screen, Shea let Grayson Steven’s voice wash over her and used them as inspiration to finish the sex scene.

  Davan threw her head back against the bed as Jasper’s tongue rasped over her clit. The vibrator he had inside of her pussy was set on the lowest setting, tantalizing the nerves. It was enough sensation to keep her on the edge, but not enough send her over. His teeth clamped down on her clitoris. She tried to raise her hips to get more friction, but he had a hold of the base of the vibrator, keeping her in position.

  “Is Jasper teasing you, darlin’?” Blake asked, his voice like a feather stroking over her nipples. They pebbled at the sound. If he would only use that mouth for licking them, instead of talking.

  “Blake, please suck my nipples.”

  “That’s our girl. You tell us what you want, and we will do everything possible to make it happen.”

  Blake leaned over her and drew her nipple into his mouth. His hot tongue had just stroked it when Jasper pulled the vibrator out of her pussy by a few inches. She felt the speed pick up, and then he pushed it back in. It made a sloshy sound, her cream surrounding the rubber shaft. Jasper released her clit and used his tongue to lap up the juices that were now flowing between her ass cheeks.

  Davan protested when he pulled the vibrator all the way out, but those objections turned to moans when she felt his fingers pull back on her folds and expose what she knew must be a very swollen nub. He had been working on her for over thirty minutes, and her body was ready to explode. She heard the vibrator being set to the highest setting, and with no warning, Jasper place
d it directly on her clit.

  She would have pulled up to lessen the intensity, but Blake kept her still as he sucked on her distended nipple, which was now laying flat against the roof of his mouth. The little bite of pain helped push her to the edge. Jasper used the juice flowing out of her pussy as lubricant to push a finger into her rosebud. Her anus clamped down while the vibrations pulsed through her clit at a speed that was abnormal. Davan went flying. She grabbed a hold of Blake’s hair, needing something to hold on to.

  “Jasper, Blake!” Davan yelled out.

  “That’s right, darlin’. Only we can make you feel like this,” Blake murmured around her nipple.

  Right when Davan would have come down from her high, Jasper threw the vibrator on the floor and buried himself deep within her in one swift thrust. With the contractions still pulsing, the width of his cock seemed to spur more on. She rode another wave of pleasure. Blake released her nipple with a pop.

  Jasper leaned over her and flipped the both of them so that she was lying on top. Davan gave a groan, knowing what was coming next. They had shown her the joys of double penetration, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

  “You want Blake in your ass, my sweet Davan?”

  “Yes,” Davan hissed, feeling Blake move in behind her. She felt a cold dribble on her anus and couldn’t help but clench her muscles.

  “Now what did we tell you about tightening up on us, darlin’? You know what to do.”

  Davan laid her cheek against Jasper’s chest. Knowing what Blake wanted, she lifted her ass as far as she could in the air without having Jasper slip out of her pussy. Bearing down, she felt the tip of Blake’s cock slide right inside her ass. The sharp burn turned to a dull throbbing while he held himself still, letting her adjust. This was the moment when Davan couldn’t stay immobile for anything.

  “Move,” Davan ordered, trying to lift off of Jasper. He wouldn’t have it, wrapping his arms around her and keeping her flat against him.

  “Let us set the pace, sweet girl,” Jasper murmured against her ear.

  They set up a rhythm where Blake would be pulling out while Jasper thrust in. Over and over, they wound up her body until she knew it was going to snap. She felt Blake’s hand come down and connect with her ass cheek, the slight sting making her cry out more in surprise than pain.

  “Come for us,” Jasper ordered, his voice washing over her as if hot water had cascaded down on her sensitive skin.

  Blake’s hand connected one more time. Davan felt something burst inside of her. Spasms rocked her body, and her muscles clamped down tight on their cocks. They pumped into her, causing her body to maintain those ripples of pleasure she craved so much. Davan heard them shout their releases, as she felt them pump their seed into her body. She felt the warmth spread through her and hoped they had finally created the child they were hoping for.

  Shea leaned back against her chair and thought about the scene she had just typed. What would it be like to be able to come to someone’s voice? Grayson Stevens’s probably had that effect. She looked down and saw a slight tremor in her hands. It was time to take a break and open up the new pack of batteries she had bought.

  * * * *

  “Who?”

  “Shea Brennan.”

  “The ménage author? The one that does the anthologies with those two other women?”

  “I’d bet my company stock on it,” Gray said, reaching up to loosen his tie. Once he got it to the point where it wasn’t strangling him, he glanced down at his watch. It had been hours since he had spoken to the infamous author, lectured Lucy, and attended numerous meetings. It was going on six o’clock in the evening, and he was tired. Rubbing his hands over his face, Gray sank into his favorite leather chair. “You’re meeting her tomorrow at ten.”

  “Why me?” Ian asked, sitting across from him with his feet up on Gray’s desk. His brother was a year younger than his own thirty-four years and a hell of a lot more laid back. Nothing bothered Ian. Gray could say the company had a penny to its name and that they had to sell everything they owned, and Ian would just shrug his shoulders and probably say, “It was good while it lasted.” It bugged the shit out of him that Ian wouldn’t take more responsibility around the office, but Gray grudgingly admitted that Ian was the best at programming.

  “Why? Because I got the feeling she didn’t want to talk about her project with me. I didn’t want to scare her off.” Gray looked over at Ian, who was tossing one of those stress-reliever balls that Lucy had bought him in the air. He could hear their mother lecturing his brother how he needed a haircut, since it looked like he just crawled out of bed. They both had jet-black hair, but Gray was more conservative and kept his short, much to his mother’s delight.

  “Is there something I should know, brother?” Ian raised one eyebrow and gave a devilish grin. “Just what kind of project are we talking about?”

  “She wouldn’t say,” Gray answered honestly. A part of him was very intrigued that she was vague on her answers. “But I get the feeling it has to do with her books. The way she spoke—I don’t know, there’s just something about her. She sounds intelligent and charming. I want to get to know her better.”

  Gray and Ian had shared women since their teenage years, although they kept their lifestyle low-key. It wouldn’t be good for business if it leaked out that they enjoyed a little extra kink in their sex life. One woman, in particular, had turned them on to books that were written based on what they liked. They had a collection, but Gray’s favorites were the anthologies written by Shea and two other authors. There was no way she could write like that and not have experienced their lifestyle. It was few and far between that Gray and Ian found women who were willing to be shared by two men with an understanding of how to handle the pressure of reality.

  “Gray, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t go there, bro.” Ian tossed the ball into the air again, catching it on the way down.

  “You know I want a family, Ian. I’m ready to settle down. I’m tired of playing around, and if you think about it, we haven’t had a woman in months. It’s not like we can have our pick, you know. We have to be very careful who we bring into our lives.”

  “You mean, they have to go by your rules,” Ian said, shaking his head in obvious disappointment. “You worry too much about what other people think. Maybe, if you would loosen up a bit and be more open to the idea of being honest about how we live our lives, we’d actually find a woman to settle down with. You know that I would love to have a partner, one that we can share our life with. But you need to revise your way of thinking.”

  “You know we can’t do that.”

  “Oh, that’s right,” Ian said mockingly. “We have to keep the Stevens family name from being sullied.”

  “That’s only a part of it, and you know it.” Gray hated when they argued over the same thing. He was right about this, but Ian just didn’t want to face the truth. Hell, their mother would probably have a heart attack if they brought home one woman. “Business is business, though. It’s our livelihood. We need a woman who understands that and is willing to compromise.”

  “And you think just because this Shea Brennan writes ménage books, she’ll understand why you would want to keep our sex life a secret? You think she’ll comprehend on an emotional level this insane need you have to keep your reputation clean? And aren’t you being a tad bit presumptuous in assuming she’s not already in a relationship? Hell, we might not be attracted to her, for all you know.”

  Over the last couple of years, they both had grown restless in regards to their bachelorhood. Unfortunately, they had different opinions when it came to how they would go about having a serious relationship. Ian didn’t want to have to hide anything and could care one wit if anyone gave a shit about how they lived their lives. Gray disagreed, knowing how it could damage their business. Their argument was a vicious path of a circle that he didn’t want to travel tonight.

  “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow,” Gray said, wanting this
conversation to be over. “Just don’t be late. Lucy said you’ve been getting in after eleven.”

  “Lucy needs to be fired.” Ian tossed Gray the stress ball and let his legs drop to the floor. “That woman is about as qualified as a monkey. Hell, I think a monkey could do a better job.”

  “I know, I know,” Gray said, feeling a headache coming on. “But the temp agency didn’t have anyone else on such short notice. We only have a couple more weeks. Beth called and left a message today. Her father is doing better, and she should be able to fly back very soon. Remind me I need to give her a raise.”

  “Lucy could sink us by then, the way she’s going.” Ian stood up and walked to the door. Gray shook his head at the worn jeans, seeing one of the back pockets missing. At least he had put on a dress shirt, even if it was an odd shade of blue. “And since when do I ever remind you of anything? I barely remember to wear shoes into the office. Besides, when Beth gets back and sees what Lucy has done to her desk, you won’t have a choice but to give her a raise. Either that, or bail money for when she kills Lucy. Night.”

  Gray watched Ian leave, knowing he was right. Beth was going to have a coronary when she came back to work. But he didn’t have time to worry about that now. His gut was telling him that Shea Brennan might just be the woman that he and Ian had been looking for. Considering he’d never met the woman and that he was never one to rely on gut instinct alone, it intrigued him that she would have this type of effect on him with just a telephone conversation. He wanted to know more about her and couldn’t wait for tomorrow.