Double Her Fantasy (9 page)

“Thousands.”

Chapter Eight

Megan gasped in a breath, pushing back slightly in Garret’s arms. Thousands? He and Trey had shared thousands of women? The sky above the hotel’s deck seemed to spin.

“Maybe tens of thousands.” Garret shook his head and grinned. “It’s so hard to keep track of—”

She thumped him on the chest and smiled. “You big liar. I almost believed you for a second.”

He swayed them to the music floating out the door of the club. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to freak out.”

“Promise.” She squinted, waiting for the number.

“Seven.”

“Oh.” Her body relaxed. “I’d thought there’d be more.”

“We’ve had separate women, but sharing is different. It takes a lot of time and patience, and you know about our rule of no one-on-one, right?”

She nodded. “How many of those seven were long-term relationships?”

“Define ‘long-term’.”

“Well, more than a week. Or someone you thought might be around for a long time.”

He wished he could say,
besides you?
but that might frighten her. “In college, that three-way lasted two weeks. When Trey went back to Texas, she wanted to go with him, but he wasn’t interested.”

“You mean, she wanted to…marry him? And dump you?”

Laughing, he spun them across the patio floor in a wild parody of a waltz. “Wouldn’t be the first time, or the last. He runs a multi-million dollar empire. He’s sexy, so I’m told. What woman wouldn’t want to land him?”

“Huh.”

He stopped and they swayed together, slowly, as he held her against him. Her body was a temptation he had to fight to resist. Even more tempting, he’d like to know what she was thinking. “Of course, it’s gone the other way a couple times, too. I’m some big celebrity, and women have tried to shove Trey out of the picture to get me to the altar.”

“How did that feel?”

“Not what I wanted.” He’d be honest with her. “When we find a woman who’ll take both of us, it’s like…” He searched for a word to capture the euphoria, the intense satisfaction he gained from sharing someone with his brother. “The perfect storm of sex.”

“Wow.” She giggled. “What does that mean?”

“It’s hard to explain. There’s just something that happens when it’s the three of us. Like being on some drug that makes everything more real, more concentrated. We’re more alive.”

Her cheeks turned a deep red. “I know what you mean. That’s how it was for me, too, with you and Trey.”

“Perfect.” He’d wanted to hear her say that. “I’m glad you decided to stay.”

She rested her cheek on his shoulder. “You need to stop working so much so the three of us can test that theory.”

He laughed, his heart soaring with light and desire. “Promise. I’m not working tomorrow, but I’ll need to crash for about ten hours. Tomorrow night, you come to our suite wearing that red sexy thing Trey told me about, and we’ll make some noise.” The instant movie that played in his brain sent torrents of heat to his cock and balls.

She leaned back and looked up at him. “Tomorrow night. I can’t wait.”

Goddamn, he needed her. Sucking in a breath, he gave himself a shakedown and cooled the flames. “Hang on.” He stepped back and found the plastic rectangle in his pocket. He went down on one knee.

Her eyes popped wide. “Garret!”

He lifted the keycard in his palm. “Megan Shore, will you be our lover?”

She pressed her hand to her chest and laughed. “You are just terrible. Get up before somebody snaps a photo and sells it to the tabloids.”

He stood, grinning. “Wouldn’t that be funny?”

“No.”

He sobered. “Right, sorry.” He’d forgotten about her stalker. Handing her the card, he kissed her cheek. “You’re welcome in our suite any time, day or night.”

“Or nooner?” She tucked it into her purse. “Thank you. I wish it never had to end…” She shook her head. “I’m feeling a little wobbly after that fake proposal. Can we sit down?”

“Yep, but not here.” He tucked her under his arm. “Let’s get something to eat. I’m starved.”

When they exited the building, a group of paparazzi cornered them.

“How’s filming?”

“Who’s your date?”

“What’s your name, lady?”

She kept her head averted and Garret smiled and waved as he protected her and crawled into the limo after her.

They found a fancy restaurant that catered to late nighters. He had a steak, she went with a shrimp salad, and they split a turtle cheesecake. He slid his jacket over her shoulders and they strolled along the lake, talking about her creative process. When her feet had had enough, he called the limo and asked him to drive slowly through the downtown streets.

Garret opened the sunroof. They lay back on the plush seat gazing at the towering buildings of Chicago.

“Wow.” She yawned. “You just don’t get this in Canada.”

“Don’t get this on the ranch, either.”

“Do you miss it? The ranch?”

“I do. After we finish retakes next week, I’m heading to the ranch for a few months.”

“Then?”

“I have a contract waiting for me to sign at my agent’s office. Another movie, same shoot-em-up plot, same dangerous stunts.”

She turned toward him. “You don’t sound enthused.”

The multi-million dollar paycheck was enticing, but with his half of the ranch plus the money he’d made from acting during the last six years, did he need it? Did he even want it?

“Trey’s been pushing me to slow down, spend more time at home.”

“Home.”

Her one word captured his entire conflict. “It’s so peaceful there. The stars at night.”

“Are big and bright?”

He laughed at her reference to the Texas theme song. “They sure are, ma’am. The coyotes howl, the cattle low, the birds sing. Neighbors stop by and treat me like a friend instead of a star.”

“Yes, I love that about my little town, too.”

“Tell me about your family.” He knew she was an only child.

“We don’t see much of each other anymore. They’re missionaries and live in depressed areas of the U.S.”

That surprised him. He’d imagined her parents were a big part of her life, a stable and loving home. “What do you mean, ‘anymore’?”

“I spent my whole life moving from state to state. Drawing was all I had that was a constant in my life.”

“How did you end up in Canada?”

She laughed softly. “My parents were working in a dark, frozen town in Alaska, and I’d had enough. I finished high school early and took off. I made it to the U.S. border and realized I didn’t have my passport. So I got a job, became a dual U.S. and Canadian citizen, and worked my way through college.”

He sat back and looked at her. “You’re joking.”

She made a silly face. “Nope. Crazy, isn’t it?”

“It’s amazing. Inspiring.” He had a whole new image of her.

She turned her head and gazed at him. “Because of the stalker thing, I changed my name, my hair, and my major from interior design to graphic arts. After college, I moved to a very small town and bought some wooded land. Built a house right in the middle of it.” She looked up through the sunroof. “After a few days in a big city, my little plot is like an oasis.”

“You’d love the ranch.” He blinked. Yep, he’d said it. He’d like her there. Safe, protected, and long-term. Scary how fast things were moving in his mind.

Her breathing stilled for a moment. “Tell me all about it.”

****

The next day, Megan slept until noon. She rose and stretched, a decadent and self-pampering feeling stealing through her. After ordering breakfast, which had to be from the lunch menu, she called the hotel spa and scheduled herself for a complete workover that afternoon.

She flopped on her couch and watched a helicopter fly over the city. Yesterday had felt like she was flying over her own life. Trey’s kindness in taking her to breakfast and shopping. Their soul-searching conversation. Her thighs tightened and she could almost feel his hard staff pressed against her as she lay under him on the couch.

Standing, she grew almost lightheaded. When Garret had opened himself up to her last night, shared so many details of the ranch, she couldn’t stop herself from needing him. Her heart had filled with an emotion so strong, she thought she was losing touch with reality.

She walked to the window. Nothing had ever felt like this. The few boyfriends she’d had she’d kept at a distance. Her first-hand knowledge of what an obsessed man could do to her life made her wary.

But these two men. She was letting it all flow freely with them, and it felt right.

At seven that night, she stood outside their suite. Under her stretchy black dress, she wore the red teddy. Nervous energy zinged through her and her legs shook a little in her red sandals.

How would it happen tonight? The same as last time? Would one of them hold her up while the other ate her? Her pussy clenched in need. Would tonight be the night Trey slid his hard cock into her tight ass? Or would Garret? Would she get the chance to taste Trey’s cum? Would they take her together, fill her completely full of man cock? Her knees jimmied and she reached out to catch herself. Her hand hit the doorbell.

In seconds, Trey was standing at the open door, his hand out to tug her in. “You can use the keycard, sweetheart. Any time.”

She put her hand in his and let him draw her close. “I was going to but I—”

He cut her off with a kiss. His lips molding hers, his tongue teasing the seam until she opened for him with a sigh.

“Didn’t mean to cut you off.” He dove back in, circling her tongue with his. “Just needed to taste you.”

She moaned as he dragged his tongue over the roof of her mouth, along her teeth, then sucked her tongue into his mouth. Tasting every corner of his mouth, she pressed her hips to his, teasing the hard length of his arousal.

“Garret’s not here.” He dragged his body from hers. “He’s at a meeting.” Trey pressed soft kisses on her lips. “Should be here soon.”

With a sigh, she opened her eyes and reclaimed full consciousness, packing away her desire for the moment. “Damn him.”

Trey laughed and took her hand. “C’mon. Let me buy you a drink.”

He pulled her toward the bar and sat her at a high stool. “What’ll it be tonight?”

“I’d like something exotic.”

He furrowed his brows. “I know how to open a beer, uncork a bottle of wine, and pour Scotch in a glass. Does any of that sound exotic?”

Grinning, she slid from her stool. “You sit. I’ll be the bartender tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He took the stool she’d vacated.

Rubbing her hands together, she looked at the selection. In the refrigerator, she found a small bottle of very fancy tonic water. “A vodka tonic?” She looked at him.

“Beer. In a bottle, please.”

“You never drink anything else?” He was a structured kind of guy.

“I’ve tried some others, but I like beer.”

She pulled one out of the fridge, used the opener to pop the top, and sat it in front of him on a coaster. “I like a man who knows what he wants.”

His smile turned wicked. “Wait ‘till my brother gets here. You’ll be surprised what we’re gonna want from you, sweetheart.”

Her breasts tightened as a swell of excitement raced from her chest down to her pussy. She leaned over the bar and gave him a quick kiss. Against his lips, she purred, “I can’t wait.”

He reached for her but she was too fast.

“We need to cool down a bit or…” She made a face.

“You’re right.” He took a long pull on his beer, whistled for a couple seconds, then shrugged. “Nope. It’s not working. “

She smiled while she poured her drink. What would distract him…them…from thinking about sex? “What did you work on today?” She came around the bar and sat next to him.

He went into detail about a few things on the ranch, a couple projects he was handling for Garret, and the problems he was having with the government. After fifteen minutes of lawyer, land rights, and water rights talk, she’d effectively cooled herself down.

The front door clicked and Garret walked in. Handsome in a gray button down shirt and charcoal slacks, he quickly heated her up again. Until she saw the look on his face.

Trey noticed, too, and set down his beer. “What’s goin’ on?”

Garret stood between their barstools holding a tabloid newspaper. “This shit.” He slapped it down on the bar.

Chapter Nine

Megan leaned forward on her barstool and saw her face on the cover of the tabloid. Twice.

Trey mumbled a curse.

The caption read,
Two Brothers Dating One Girl
.

Nausea coated her stomach. “Oh, God.”

“I’m sorry, Megan.” Garret walked behind the bar and grabbed a bottle. “I’ve got my PR people working on this right now.”

Pain wrapped her heart as she looked at the split headline. On the left, a photo of her with Trey. On the right, Garret and her. In the one with Trey, she had sunglasses on. In the other, her face was blurred.

Trey pounded a fist on the bar. “I should have had the limo drop us off in back of the hotel.”

Garret poured Scotch into a glass and drank it in one gulp. “You had no way of knowing they’d do this.” He flicked the tabloid. “Why would they even take your picture?”

“Yeah.” Trey stood. “Because I’m nobody.”

Megan’s eyes watered and she swallowed hard.

Garret slammed his glass on the bar. “That’s not what I meant.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Goddamn it, I meant that you’re not…” He waved his hands in the air.

“A big fucking movie star?” Trey supplied, his jaw tightening.

Garret punched a finger at his brother. “You’re taking this out of context. All I meant is that nobody’d buy a picture of you unless it was to make me look interesting in the media.”

“Guys?” Her voice came out a whisper.

Trey glared at Garret. “Is that what you think of me? Just someone pathetic to make you look better?”

“You’re saying I’m so fucking self-absorbed, that everyone had better orbit around me?” He took a step toward Trey.

“Guys!” Her volume went a little higher.

The men glowered at each other, but weren’t arguing any longer.