Double Her Fantasy Page 3

  “Do you mind?” Garret was a little jealous that she’d drawn his brother, and he wanted to see what she’d make of him.

  Her smile spread, lighting her face. “I’d love to.” She sat back. “Do you want to be superheroes or villains?”

  In unison, Garret said, “Villain,” and Trey said, “Hero.”

  She laughed, the sound filling the room with light.

  Garret elbowed his brother.

  Trey nudged him back. They didn’t need to speak their agreement. She was the one.

  “You guys…I haven’t taken enough psych classes to analyze that.” She found an empty page. “Just stand there a minute while I sketch your bodies.”

  Megan’s word hit Trey like a caress. “Sounds like fun.” His voice came out low and slow.

  She gave him a disapproving look, but tempered it with a smile. After a few minutes, she had them sit on the couch across from her.

  Trey watched her work. The concentration on her face was seductive. He could imagine that same face as he drove his cock into her pussy, and his brother slid into her ass. Her breasts bared to his kisses, he’d suck and nibble until she cried out her pleasure.

  Goddamn, he needed her. He got up and picked up her wine glass, Garret’s glass, and came back from the bar with refills for them and a beer for him.

  “I don’t draw as well when I’m tipsy.” Her eyes darted quickly from Trey’s face to the paper then back again.

  “What do you do well when you’re tipsy?” Garret asked.

  Trey held his breath, hoping his brother hadn’t gone too far.

  But she laughed. “Inside joke. I told Garret I have an amazing voice when I have enough to drink.”

  Trey looked at his brother. “I think we need to test that out.”

  “Agreed. Have supper with us tomorrow night. There’s a place a few blocks away that has karaoke.”

  She sighed. “I’d love to, but I have an early flight the next morning.”

  Trey sat forward. He didn’t want to lose her. “Stay another day.”

  Megan stopped drawing and set the notebook on her lap. Her gaze jumped between the two men. She had to be conflicted. Both of them had poured on the charm. She couldn’t realize they both planned to have her.

  “Just an early supper, then.” Garret said. “We’ll pick you up at six. There’s a nice restaurant in the building next door.”

  Trey heard the desperation in his brother’s voice. He didn’t want her to leave so soon, either.

  “Okay.” Her voice sounded too soft, resigned. As if she would be calling to cancel tomorrow. She probably didn’t want to hurt either of them by choosing the other. Looking at the notepad, she made a couple more strokes. “Finished.”

  They stood and walked to the couch where she sat. Trey patted her hip and she moved over enough so he could sit next to her while Garret bracketed her on the other side.

  Her warm, sweet scent drifted upward, and he heard Garret draw in a slow, deep breath just as he did.

  She sat immobile between them, as if overwhelmed by the two of them so close.

  Trey lifted the paper. His character wore cowboy gear, including chaps and spurs, with a big “T” on his chest. The face was strong and rugged, the eyes staring soberly out. “That’s amazing, Megan.”

  Garret took the notepad. His likeness wore jeans, black work boots, and a black T-shirt. In the drawing, flames burst from his body.

  “You captured the cowboy perfectly.” Garret looked at Trey, a teasing look in his eyes.

  “You got that daredevil, too.” Trey winked at her. “The flames are exactly his style.”

  Megan still sat unmoving. Trey handed her the wine glass as Garret set the paper on the table. The brothers’ eyes met, and Trey knew what their next step would be.

  “How about you in the middle?” Trey asked.

  Her gaze flew to his. “What do you mean?”

  Her uncertainty clutched at his heart. “Draw yourself in between me and Garret.”

  She looked at the paper and took a sip of wine.

  Garret downed his Scotch. “The three of us.”

  Her head swiveled to look at Garret, then at Trey. Cherry-red color stained her cheeks. As Trey had expected, Megan stood and stepped over his feet on her way to the door. “I’ve really got to run.”

  They started to rise.

  “Don’t get up. Please.” She looked at her wine glass, then glanced around for a place to set it, deciding on the entry table by the door. “I enjoyed this evening.” She picked up her purse and turned to look at them. “Thank you.”

  For once, his baby brother was thankfully silent.

  “We’ll call for you at six tomorrow. We’ll have a quiet supper and talk.” Trey made his voice firm yet gentle, the same tone he used to calm a skittish horse.

  She looked at him and Trey could almost feel her backbone straighten. “All right.” Turning, she walked out.

  “Damn.” Garret put his ankle on the opposite knee. “Did we handle that badly?”

  Trey shook his head and finished his beer. “She’ll come around.”

  “It’d better be soon. She’s leaving day after tomorrow.”

  “Not if I can help it.” Trey would pay her way home, pay for her suite for another week, hell, he’d be tempted to tie her to his bed if she said she had to go home. He looked at his brother. “We need a strategy.”

  ****

  Megan paced her suite at five minutes to six the next evening. She’d spent last night and most of the day going over everything the brothers had said. There was only one thing they could have meant. A threesome. When she’d first realized what they wanted yesterday, sitting between them, the testosterone nearly melting her, it had terrified her.

  As she’d prepared for bed, the idea took hold, visuals of the three of them heated her blood and tingled heavy and needy in her core. Her dreams of their hands and mouths on her body had her twisting in the sheets and waking with her breath panting and her thighs clenched tight around her wet, pulsing pussy.

  Sometime during the day, when she’d realized she couldn’t concentrate on the convention any longer, she’d made her decision. It was going to happen. She’d snuck out of the hotel and found a sexy red spaghetti strap dress to wear. Now, with her black pumps and purse, her hair hanging straight and long, she felt like an evil temptress. Was she so sexy that she’d seduced two men into sharing her?

  She laughed. “No effing way.” They must have done this before. But what made them want to have the same woman? Some kind of brotherhood thing that women couldn’t comprehend?

  Could she really do this? Could she be with two men? Two brothers? Her whole body tingled. A Megan sandwich, two outrageously sexy men pressing against her. Loving her, making her scream…which name would she scream? McGatlin would cover it.

  At the ring of the doorbell, she jumped and dropped her wrap. Jeez, that didn’t bode well for the rest of the evening.

  Calming her racing heart, she opened the door to two breathtaking studs. Trey in a dark western-cut suit and shiny black cowboy boots, Garret in a sleek, gray Italian suit and expensive loafers.

  Their matching smiles did a lot to calm her frayed nerves.

  “May we come in?”

  “Um…” They’d come in, press their bodies to hers, kissing, feeling, stripping, licking, sucking, fucking.

  “No!” She cleared her throat. “Sorry. Should we just get going?”

  The men exchanged knowing looks and turned, holding out their bent arms to her.

  She grabbed her purse, slipped a hand through each arm, and held on for the ride of her life.

  The restaurant was amazing. They sat in a big, half-circle booth, with her in the middle, of course, and both men did their best to charm and seduce her. Never had she felt more desired, more feminine seductress. Her own passion kept her hot and juiced, and her excitement level spiked to lustful when one of them nibbled at her wrist or the other played with her earring.

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sp; Her doubts left her as the sensual feelings coursed through her. When would they ask her to spend the night between them?

  When the desserts came, Garret held out his fork to her with a bite of his chocolate cheesecake. “Over the years, Trey and I have grown to enjoy different things in life.”

  She took the dark, creamy sweet into her mouth and held it for a moment, enjoying the flavor before she chewed and swallowed.

  Trey offered her a forkful of pecan pie with ice cream. “We’ve also learned that we have the exact same taste in some things.”

  She ate the gooey pie, savoring it slowly, letting the ice cream melt on her tongue.

  “Like women,” Trey continued. “In middle and high school, we’d fight over girls because we had to have the one the other liked.”

  Garret slid his hand up her thigh, just under her dress, and rested it there, his fingers inches from her mound.

  Megan’s pussy flooded with warmth and her breath came shallow.

  Garret leaned close, his clean, citrus scent drifted over her. “We’d steal each other’s girlfriends until it got to the point where no one would date us because they knew the other one would be after them.”

  Trey slipped his hand up her other thigh. Roughened from ranch work, the scrape against her sensitive flesh sent quivers from her leg to her core.

  Her eyes drifted closed, savoring the feeling of two hands caressing her, two men seducing her. Her hips slowly tilted up, silently offering them more as tingles spread along her spine.

  “Finally, after Garret got a place in LA and I went to visit, his girlfriend offered to…”

  “To do both of you?” she whispered, almost afraid of the naughty words.

  Their hands eased her thighs apart. Trey’s fingers eased up her inner thigh, hot and demanding, until it brushed softly against her thong and bared her cunt.

  Garret’s hand slid under her thigh and his fingers found the crevice between her ass cheeks. Oh, jeez, was he going to touch her there?

  “Is the lady feeling well?”

  Megan opened her eyes.

  Their waiter watched her, his head tilted to the side. “I’m not feeling well enough to finish dessert…here.” She glanced at Trey and Garret.

  Their wicked smiles nearly made her laugh.

  Garret slid his hand from her and pulled out his wallet, then handed the man a credit card. “Box these up.” He gestured to the desserts. “Make it fast, and your tip doubles.”

  “Yes, sir.” The man nearly ran across the restaurant.

  Megan looked at the two men, both so gorgeously handsome, both so interesting and smart. Sexy and funny. If she had to choose, she didn’t know which one she’d go for. Trey was quiet and humble. Garret had a cocky side, but deep down he was vulnerable and kind.

  She still couldn’t believe it. She didn’t have to choose. A short walk back to the hotel, and a long night of decadence.

  Within minutes, they were in the glass elevator of their hotel heading upward toward the 37th floor. Her body shimmered with sensual expectation, her head muzzy with the thrill of the unknown.

  Trey took her arms and turned her to him. “How do you feel about this? Really.”

  She had to blink a few times to regain some brain function. “About?” She wanted to hear him say it, make sure it wasn’t all a misunderstanding.

  Garret stepped in behind her, pressing his hips, and a hard piece of man flesh, against her ass. His hands slid from her waist to her stomach. “We both want you. At the same time.”

  Her belly tightened as moisture flooded from her pussy. Her mind whirled with the ecstasy of knowing she was the sole focus of two of the most handsome, macho guys she’d ever met. Yet, a niggling uncertainty sobered her and she looked to the cowboy for assurance. Was she equipped, emotionally, to do this?

  Trey bracketed her face with his hands. “We’ll be gentle, sweetheart.” His gorgeous blue eyes stared into hers. “We’ll go as slow as you’d like.”

  “I…” She had to swallow her uncertainty. “I’ve never done this.”

  Trey smiled. “We know that.” Tilting her head, he stepped closer and kissed her. His lips, firm and warm, pressed gently against hers.

  On a sigh, she opened her mouth and he moved in. His hands held her tighter, his tongue pressed in and touched hers, lapping and coaxing hers.

  Garret’s hands slid upward, cupping the bottom curve of her breasts. His lips opened on the sensitive skin of her shoulder, his tongue tasting her.

  Racing chills blasted through every nerve ending. Her nipples tightened to peaks as he worked his hands on her breasts.

  Trey slowed the kiss, tracing her lips with his tongue. “Come home with us.” He spoke against her lips, the vibration ricocheting through her mind.

  Garret’s fingers brushed over her nipples as the elevator slowed. “Be with us, Megan.” His voice sounded desperate.

  Chapter Four

  As the elevator doors slid open on the 37th floor, Trey took Megan’s arm, Garret stepped forward and held the elevator door open, and she nearly fainted from the lack of male attention. They were both tens on the sexy scale, and probably elevens on the seduction technique grid.

  Either one of them would be a dream lover for her, but she could have them both. She wanted them both, but to give in to that desire might cost her more than she was willing to forfeit.

  Trey linked their arms and laid her hand on his forearm, guiding her forward.

  She met Garret’s gaze. She expected hot, wild desire, but the exaggerated dose of pleading on his face made her smile.

  The concierge stood. “Good evening.” It was a woman she’d never seen before.

  The men returned the greeting, and Garret gestured toward their suite. “Ms. Shore, how about a quick drink before bed?”

  A half laugh bubbled out of her, which she covered with an, “Mm hm. Thank you.” How could she resist spending more time with these two incredible men? She could always have a glass of wine, thank them for supper, and retreat back to her suite.

  Trey smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming, as he guided her along the hallway. “Megan.” It was all he said, but his low, sexy voice carried hours of promise.

  Inside their suite, Trey asked, “Wine?”

  She nodded. “Yes, please.”

  The cowboy walked away, and Garret took her purse, wrap, and the bag of their leftover desserts, and set them on the entry table. “Stay a while.”

  When she opened her mouth to explain all the things going through her brain, he stepped close and pulled her against him.

  Tipping her body slightly backward, he grinned. “It wasn’t a request.” He took her mouth with his, an intense, world-shattering kiss. His tongue sucked hers into his mouth where he played and teased, tasted, and nibbled. Megan held onto his shoulders as everything inside her melted and flowed hot.

  His hand found her ass and pulled her tight against his erection. His hips ground, proving his desire for her, as his shaft created friction in the fabric between him and her mound. In an almost orgasmic state, her core contracted, released, and did it again, the pulsing sending electric charges up her spine.

  Slowly he stood her upright, taking long, lingering tastes of her mouth, her teeth, her lips. “Delicious.”

  “Ain’t she?” Trey’s voice came from behind her.

  Garret’s hands slid to her waist as Trey stepped in and pressed his chest against her back, his erection against her ass. The cowboy bracketed her hips with his big hands and his groin pumped torturously slow, rubbing his erection along her ass crack. His breath took up the rhythm as his easy ride shattered her doubts.

  Against her mound, Garret’s hips circled to a primal beat, his hard shaft rasping across her sensitive flesh, heating her through the layers of cloth. His lips pulled back from clenched teeth as his intensity crackled in the air between them.

  Trey’s lips pressed against her ear. “I poured wine, but it’ll keep.” His tongue played with the small earrin
g in her lobe.

  Trails of warm shivers slid along her neck, tightening her nipples to aching points, and making breath nearly impossible.

  Garret stepped closer and put his lips near her other ear. “Your call, Megan. The couch for a glass of wine? Or the bedroom, for the main course.”

  His hot breath, his invitation, flooded her pussy with glorious heat, and her knees buckled.

  The men pressed closer, holding her up between them. They waited, needing her decision, kissing and nibbling at her ears in a stereo seduction so potent that she felt her brain spin.

  “Bedroom,” she whispered.

  Both men froze.

  “I got her,” Trey said, and slid his arm under her knees, picking her up as if she weighed nothing.

  In his bedroom, he set her down next to the king size bed as Garret adjusted the lights to the perfect level for seduction. Trey’s gaze locked with hers. “You tell us if anything doesn’t feel right.”

  She loved the way his concern for her took precedence over everything else. She nodded, torn between the excitement of doing something so indulgent, and the insecurity of never having participated in anything this naughty before.

  Trey unbuttoned his suit coat.

  Megan slid her hands up his chest, onto his shoulders, and eased the jacket down his arms.

  With a groan, he tossed it aside. He stepped closer and slid an arm around her, finding her dress’ zipper and tugging it down her spine.

  A rush of pleasure raced down her vertebrae right along with his fingers.

  Megan unbuttoned his shirt with unsteady hands. This was really happening. She pulled in a slow breath and allowed herself to relax and enjoy. A fine forest of blond hair covered Trey’s upper chest, narrowing as it swirled down his stomach, disappearing beneath his belt buckle. “Mmm.” She ran her fingers through it as he plucked the straps of her dress from her shoulders.

  With her arms at her sides, the dress fell to her hips, revealing her red satin strapless bra.

  “Aw, darlin’.” Trey’s eyes narrowed as he looked at her breasts, his breathing sped. She felt the heat of his stare pebbling her nipples and raising goosebumps along her belly.

  Behind her, Garret pressed his bare chest to her back. Glancing at him, she saw his shirt open, his pants still in place, but his feet bare.