Scarlet (14 page)

“I-I-oh my…”

“Heather?”

“Tasha?” It took Heather a moment to remember who was
speaking to her.

“Are you okay? What’s going on?”

Concern chimed through Tasha’s voice and Heather knew she
only had moments before she was unable to respond coherently.

“The dress came off and oh!” A delicious fluttered whipped
through her clit. “Oh, wow. Okay, yeah. Tasha? Hmm, have to go. Talk to you
later.”

The words became indistinct and a little muffled as Cain’s
fingers fucked her pussy, nice and deep. She tipped her head back against his
shoulder, straining to feel every stroke in her cunt.

Strong fingers pulled the phone from her grasp. A vague
thought whispered that she hoped Paxson hung up the phone but the steady pulse
and retreat of Cain’s fingers made it impossible to vocalize.

Four hands rolled her onto her back and Cain moved over her.
She didn’t know how the guys were communicating—they seemed to be reading each
other’s minds, working as a coordinated team. Stroking and kissing, one hot
mouth on her breast while the other took her lips. Rough fingers sliding across
her skin, dipping into her passage, skimming across her spread thighs.

The touches were random and wicked, keeping her distracted
and on edge at the same time.

Finally, without a word spoken, Paxson pushed away, grabbed
a condom off the table and handed it to Cain. Then Pax returned his mouth to
her breast, sucking the tight peak between his lips as Cain eased back and
rolled the condom up his shaft.

He paused long enough to kiss her then slid into her. The
long, lovely slide drew a groan from her lips. Slow and easy, he fucked her,
the perfect way to start the day. Paxson’s hands and voice joined in, stroking
her, telling her how beautiful she was. How much he loved being inside her. How
tight her pussy held him.

The orgasm surged through her core like a low rush of
thunder—so deep and powerful, she felt it in her toes. She opened her eyes—not
realizing she’d closed them—and watched as Cain’s body tensed. He thrust into
her one more time, holding himself deep in her cunt as he came.

Paxson’s shout followed seconds later and hot streams of
come pulsed across her breasts. Heather moaned and the final whispers of her
orgasm moved through her, draining the last bit of strength from her body.

“Now, it’s a good morning,” Cain whispered.

* * * * *

Heather waited until they’d both fallen back asleep, then
slipped out of bed and hurried into the bathroom. She dived under the shower,
using the few moments of solitude to center herself.

The morning-after reality and Tasha’s phone call hit her
hard.

She’d had sex with two guys. Really great sex with two guys.

That was good. Fantasy material.
The memories alone will
keep me satisfied for years to come.

Hot water poured over her as she formulated her plan in her
mind. Last night had been incredible. Amazing.

Her pussy tingled at the memory. Paxson hadn’t been fooling
around when he’d mounted her. And Cain…

She licked her lips. He’d come in her mouth and then
damn…watching Pax fuck him had been a delicious, wicked treat.

So much to take in.

Reality set in as she dipped her hair back, letting the hot
water straighten the curls. Paxson had fucked her because of the dress, because
of the curse.

And that was all she needed. Her clothes shouldn’t continue
to just randomly fall off her. She’d done it. She’d fucked both Paxson and
Cain.

You aren’t looking for Mr. Right, she reminded herself.
But
damn those two come awfully close.

Briskly moving through her shower, she realized she was
free. Last night had been wicked, wild sex, but that was it. No reason to
believe it was anything else.

And it should have satisfied whatever mysterious force
surrounded that dress.

She climbed out of the shower, toweled off and combed her
hair. The long red ringlets almost immediately started to curl again. It
normally took forever to dry but she was in the middle of the desert and it was
supposed to be in the mid-seventies today.

Low voices hummed in the main room so she knew Paxson and
Cain were both awake. And neither of them had left. Drat. She wasn’t sure she
wanted to face them right now.

But she had to. She couldn’t hide out in the bathroom all
day.

Keeping the towel firmly wrapped around her body, she yanked
the door open and walked briskly into the room. Cain was still in the bed.
Paxson sat at the table, wearing nothing but a sheet. Both men sipped coffee
from Styrofoam cups.

“Morning!” she greeted with just a little too much
cheerfulness. “I’m just going to grab something to wear and I’m sure you need
to get going as well.” She reached into the top dresser drawer and pulled out
her new bathing suit. “Gorgeous day, isn’t it? I think I’ll sit by the pool and
work on my tan.” Which was a total lie because she freckled and used SPF-70
sunblock. Neither man moved. She smiled and hurried back into the bathroom.

She’d kind of been hoping they would leave. It wasn’t like
she didn’t ever want to see them again. She had two more days in Vegas. She
would be more than willing to see them but since she was pretty sure the curse
was broken, she didn’t have to force them to fuck her.

She pulled on the bikini bottoms and adjusted the narrow
sides low on her hips. Needing to check, she turned and admired her butt. It
looked pretty good. The bright red material looked almost like her red panties,
and she realized she’d bought the same color swimsuit.

She adjusted the abbreviated top to her breasts. Thin
strings held the slick red cups to her chest. If anything was going to be a
test of the curse being broken, it was this top. She’d keep a towel nearby,
ready to cover herself if the strings snapped.

Letting a long slow inhale fill her lungs, she sighed with
relief when the bikini top expanded with her.

So far, so good.

She grabbed her cover-up and threw it around her shoulders
before bracing herself. Leading with a smile, she opened the door and hurried
into the room. Both men were still there, though Paxson had pulled on his
leather pants, leaving the top button undone. Cain was now sitting up but
hadn’t gotten out of bed.

“Listen, I don’t want to rush away—” Liar. “But I have to
hit the pool early in the day or my skin will sizzle to a crisp. Thank you so
much for last night.”

Paxson’s eyebrows went up in question.

“Well, you know, helping me break the curse and all.”

“So it’s broken, you think?” Cain asked, standing up,
reaching out and grabbing his shorts. Heather couldn’t stop her eyes from
wandering up those long, strong thighs.

Damn, the man has to be a runner. Her gaze slipped a little
higher and she saw his cock was half-hard.
Woo-boy.
A new rush of heat
filled her pussy and it was all she could do not to squeeze her legs together,
hoping to ease the ache.

“What? Oh, yes, umm, I think the curse is gone.” She opened
her cover-up and flashed them her string bikini, gratified when both men froze
and stared at her body. Her nipples tightened at the sight of Paxson’s tongue
just touching the inside of his lip. “It hasn’t fallen off me yet.”

She straightened her shoulders and tried to calm the fluttering
in her stomach. “So, all’s well. Thank you again.”

The smirk on Cain’s lips told her she wasn’t fooling anyone,
but he grabbed the ball gag off the nightstand and shoved it into his pocket.

“Well, we’ll just get out of your hair then.”

Paxson’s head snapped up, and she could feel the heat of his
glare even though it wasn’t directed toward her.

“We’re glad we could help. Aren’t we, Pax?” Cain said.

Paxson’s lips crinkled at the edges, turning white for a
moment before he nodded. “Sure. Glad to be of assistance. That’s what we’re
here for after all.”

Cain stopped beside her, pausing for a moment, staring into
her eyes.

She wasn’t sure what he saw there—maybe the truth, that she
didn’t want them to leave. Despite Tasha’s proclamations, Heather didn’t believe
a dress could pick her true loves. But she was pretty sure she could fall in
love with these two.

But they lived in Vegas. A long-distance-commuting
relationship was so not going to happen. No, better to end it now. After one
night of really great sex that she could use for her fantasies for years to
come.
Yes. This is better
.

She lifted her chin and tried to ignore the tingling in her
nose that warned that tears were threatening. There was no reason to cry. This
was
her
decision. Her—

“You know, Pax…” Cain’s voice stopped the other man’s
departure. “I don’t think the curse is broken after all.”

Heather snapped her head around to look at him. “What?”

“Yeah look.” He turned her around, putting her back to the
two men and pulling the terrycloth cover-up down her arms.

Strong fingers skimmed across the center of her back,
pausing. The lower edge of her bikini top strained for one heartbeat and then
pop! The string broke.

No. Not broke. Was torn.

“See? Her clothes are still falling off her.”

Heather gasped and spun around, facing him, the top
fluttering away from her breasts. The ripped string hanging down her hip.

“I can’t believe you did that.” He’d torn her bathing suit.
By all rights, she should be offended and pissed, except a strange sensation
teased her core. Pleasure. Not just the physical kind—but the pleasure of
knowing they weren’t going to be so easily dismissed.

Cain blinked at her innocently.

“See, Pax?” he asked the man standing right beside them. “If
we leave now, the girl will end up naked.”

Pax nodded seriously, his gaze meeting Heather’s. “We can’t
have that, now can we?”

The question was directed toward her. This was her chance.
She knew if she told him “I’ll be fine,” he would leave. They would both leave.

“I—”

Before she could speak, Paxson reached down and grabbed the
string holding the bottoms on and yanked. It snapped like a toothpick. He
dropped the string and the tiny scrap of material fell to the ground, leaving
her practically naked.

“What do you think?” Paxson challenged her with his stare.

She swallowed and looked at Cain. His eyes held the familiar
sparkle of laughter.

“I think you’re right.” She pushed her shoulders back and
nodded. “It wouldn’t be safe for me to leave now. I might end up naked in front
of virtual strangers.”

“Exactly.”

Paxson grabbed her hand and led her back to the bed.

“And that’s a bad thing, right?” Cain asked as he followed
along.

“Yes.” Paxson glared at his friend. “Heather naked in front
of strangers is bad.”

“Just checking.” He crawled onto the mattress, cuddling up
behind her, his cock not quite hard but it wouldn’t take much for him to be
ready to go.

Heather laughed and reached behind her, patting him on the
hip even as Paxson bent down and kissed her neck, his lips creating delicious
heat across her skin.

She wasn’t sure how this would end but it seems the dress
had made the right choice after all.

Epilogue

Heather smiled as she picked up the ringing phone. Her
nightly booty call. Who would it be tonight? Cain? Pax? Both?

Since she’d left Vegas a month ago, they’d fallen into a
delicious routine. Morning and evening phone calls, texts, emails. Dang. She
hadn’t had this much contact with boyfriends who’d lived in town.

The only thing missing was actual sex—phone sex
notwithstanding—and the frustration was starting to wear on Heather.

No, a month wasn’t that long to go without sex but it was
when you had two guys constantly flirting, teasing, keeping you on edge.

Pax’s name flashed on her screen and she smiled. The person
calling also indicated what kind of night she would have. With Cain, it was
laughter and wicked stories about his day. Pax? He liked Heather to do most of
the talking.

And both? Her cheeks heated just at the thought. She’d made
the mistake of taking one of those calls while at work, thinking she could just
step out of the wedding reception for a moment. By the time she’d returned,
she’d masturbated herself to an orgasm and the sounds of Cain and Pax coming
together had made her flushed and a little dizzy. She’d been so unbalanced
she’d almost fallen into the wedding cake.

Never again.

She tapped the screen. “Hey there, handsome.”

“Hey there, baby. How was your day?”

“Good. I got two new clients and actually got a bridezilla
to say I was a miracle worker.” She settled onto her couch. Tasha was out with
Jason so Heather had the place to herself.

“Good. Don’t let those women push you around.”

Heather held back her laugh. Pax didn’t understand. He
didn’t want anyone being mean to Heather but he so didn’t grasp that a huge
part of her job involved dealing with women on the edge of a bridal breakdown.

“It was fine. She’s happy and I got paid.”

“Even better. Listen—”

“Seriously? This is what you two discuss when I’m not here?”
Cain’s voice chimed in through the background noise. “Gimme the phone.”

“I’m talking to her.”

“I just want to say hi.”

Paxson sighed, then Cain was there.

“Hey, sweetheart. Are you wearing them?”

She laughed. Cain had sent her a sexy pair of panties—in
scarlet, naturally—that were little more than a couple strings and triangle.
He’d asked her to wear them today so he could think of her in them while he was
working.

“Hi and yes.”

“I think it’s time you showed me for real.”

She laughed. “I am not video conferencing with you. Not
again. We’ll get arrested.”

“No. I want to see them in person.”

As she processed his words, the doorbell rang. Excitement
raced through her body and she threw herself out of the couch.

“I’m going to be so disappointed if that’s not—” She yanked
open the door and screamed. “You!”

The phone fell from her hand as Pax swept her up in his
arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close. He cupped her
ass in his hands and ground his hard cock into her pussy.

“Hey, baby.” That was all she heard before he kissed her,
driving his tongue into her mouth like a starving man. The kiss made her head
swirl so she was even more confused when he pulled away and set her on her
feet. But then Cain was there, kissing her, pulling her sweats down.

“Cain, the door isn’t even shut.”

“Whatever.”

He continued to tug on her sweats but she yanked them back
up and spun out of his embrace.

“Not that I’m not thrilled to see you but what are you doing
here?” She looked at the mound of luggage sitting on her front porch.

“Don’t you want us?” Cain asked, blinking innocently. She
smacked her hand on his chest and looked at Pax.

“We’re here to try it out. Spend a couple of weeks. Look at
the housing market and jobs and—”

“And see if you want to keep us,” Cain finished off.

A knot inside Heather’s chest—a tightness she wasn’t even
aware of until it released—disappeared. They were here.

She wanted to keep them—wanted them with her—but it seemed
too soon for her to blurt that out. Instead, she winked at Cain and looked at
Paxson.

“We’ll have to see, huh? If I remember the last time we were
all together, I lost several pairs of panties.”

Paxson hitched his thumb over his shoulder to the waiting
suitcases. “We brought extras.” The answer sounded so casual, so bland she
could barely imagine it coming out of Pax’s mouth.

She took a step back. “Well, I’m wearing the ones Cain sent
me.” She inched the waistband of her sweats down. “Wanna see?”

Both men nodded and the front door closed, leaving their
belongings on the porch. Neither man seemed to care.

She hooked her thumbs in the tops of her sweats and shoved
them down, stepping quickly away.

“Damn.”

“Gorgeous.”

Heather smiled and backed toward the stairs. “Want to see my
bedroom?”

Before they answered, she took off running, their eager
footsteps right behind her.

Honestly, she didn’t care if it was the wedding dress or the
power of her red panties…either way, she was going to have a wicked entry for
her diary tomorrow.