Unexpected Lovers (7 page)

“Two men and one woman or two women and one guy. Either can be considered by that term. If you aren’t open to the thought, it’s okay. If you don’t want either of us, that’s okay, too. We won’t push you into anything, especially since you are still a married woman, although we’ve been with one or two of those, too.”

“Good God, Brett! How many women have you and Ryan shared?”

“Five total.”

Her heart hammered at the suggestion. Could she? The whole thing intrigued her. “How does that work? I mean with body parts and all?”

Scooting his chair closer, he trailed a finger down her arm. “Usually one guy in your pussy.”

Holy shit!
Wetness coated her underwear, and she bit down on her lip to keep from moaning out loud.

“And one in your mouth.” He slipped his finger over her lip. “Or in your ass.”

Goose bumps puckered her skin.

“Intrigued?”

Her breath hitched. “I won’t sleep with you or anyone while I’m still married, Brett, no matter how exciting your suggestion sounds.”

The fingers disappeared. “You wouldn’t be the woman I thought you were if you did.”

* * * *

Eric sat in his rental car outside the imposing house overlooking the hillside. He parked a half block away from the front gate and watched. No one had come or gone all day, and he’d begun to question whether Whitney was even there until he spotted her on the patio with the binoculars he kept on the seat next to him.

Bitch. Why couldn’t she have just died like I’d planned? She always did have a way of ruining everything.

A black pick-up truck pulled up to the gate, and the wrought iron swung in, allowing it to proceed inside before closing again.

From what he’d been able to find out, the house belonged to one Doctor Brett Novak, who was Ryan O’Rourke’s cousin. Eric didn’t know exactly how he was going to get to Whitney, but at least he knew she was there. A dark-haired man carried her outside and put her in the chair, before sitting down next to her. He’d spotted her sitting with her leg propped up on the chair across from her. Eric ground his teeth together when she smiled at the guy.

Picking up the binoculars again, he brought them to his eyes and looked at the concrete area where Whitney still sat, until the man in the truck stepped out there as well.

The second guy bent down and kissed her on the cheek.

“Cheating bitch. She’s probably sleeping with one or both of them.”

His groin tightened, thinking about her tight little mouth going down on his cock while the other one watched. She always did have a talented mouth. Too bad her cunt left something to be desired. A nice tight ass always had been his preference, and he didn’t care if it belonged to another man or a woman. Whitney never let him even get close to her ass, much less let him fuck her until he split her in half. On the other hand, Maria and Mallory didn’t have the same aversion to being fucked there.

I need to find me some bitch and get laid. I’m horny as hell now. I’ll take care of Whitney later. At least I know where she is, and I doubt she’ll be going anywhere for a while with a broken leg.

Dropping the binoculars on the seat, he started the car and pulled out, heading back toward town. The hotel he and Whitney stayed would be off-limits now. He had to be careful. The hospital thought he’d come back to retrieve his wife. The hotel knew he’d checked out without her and taken her belongings with him. It had been imperative to keep the police from going through her things when they found her body.

A maniacal smile lifted the corners of his mouth when he thought about her falling down that canyon trail. She’d cried to him about her pain and for him to help her. He’d chuckled at first, but a moment later, it had turned into a full-blown evil laugh. She’d pay for not dying out there like he’d planned.

I know. I’ll tie her up out in the middle of the desert and let her die slowly from thirst. But first I’m going to fuck her ass until I can’t move anymore, then I’ll leave her. She’ll die knowing I took what I wanted and left her there alone. No one will ever find her until she’s nothing more than a dried up corpse.

* * * *

“Whitney?”

“Out here,” she called when she heard Ryan’s voice. She’d been in their home for two weeks, and they had already established somewhat of a routine. Brett and Ryan kept their days opposite so one of them was home with her all the time. Today was the first day both of them had been gone, and she loved having the house to herself for a change. Now, she could get around a bit on the cast and could at least take a nice sponge bath.
What I wouldn’t give for a long, hot shower! I bet I’d smell a lot better.
She lifted her arm and sniffed.

“Hey.” Ryan leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

“Hi. How was work?”

Grabbing the patio chair across from her, he straddled it with his lean, hard-muscled thighs, and she stifled a sigh.

“Long and grueling, especially knowing you were here alone.”

“I’m a big girl, Ryan. I did just fine before I met you.”

“So, what did you do all day, princess?”

She cocked an eyebrow at his title for her.
That’s a new one.

“I watched television, made some lunch, came out here, and sat in the sun for a while, and listened to some of the CDs in Brett’s cabinet.”

“Uh-oh.”

“What?”

“You touched Brett’s CDs.”

“Did I do something wrong? He said to help myself to whatever.”

“I’m kidding, Whitney. Relax.”

“Ass-wipe.”

He flashed a wide grin, which sent shivers down her arms.

“What are we having for dinner?” she asked.

“What are you making?”

“Me?”

“You don’t know how to cook?”

She had to think about that one. Actually, she liked to putter around the kitchen, but she didn’t think she had that much freedom in Brett’s home. “Yes, I can cook. In fact, I love to cook.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“It’s not my house.”

“Brett wouldn’t mind.”

“As meticulous as he is? You’re kidding again, right?”

“No. I’ll even take you shopping since I’m home early, if you’d like.”

“Really?”

“Yep.” He stood and held out his hand. “Come on, let’s go.”

Ryan swept her up in his arms, and even though she grumbled that she could walk, really all she wanted to do was cuddle up next to his warm skin and press her nose to his neck. The urge to run her tongue along the tanned column almost overcame her until he set her down in the living room.

He didn’t drop his arms from around her waist, and they stood chest to breast for what seemed like hours, both breathing the same crackling air surrounding them. She’d known he’d wanted her from the first time he kissed her. But this was the first time he’d shown any inclination to kiss her again.

“Ryan,” she whispered, tipping her chin up.

His head dipped toward her, and she could almost feel his lips when the phone rang.

He growled low in his throat, pressing his forehead against hers for a second before he dropped his hands and moved toward the table.

“Hello?”

Whitney leaned against the arm of the couch, listening to the one-sided conversation. From what she could hear, she gathered it was someone for Brett.

“No, he’s not here.”

She cocked her eyebrow with a little tip of her lips into a smile.

“Sorry, Pam. He won’t be home until later. He’s at work.”

Ryan rolled his eyes, and Whitney fought the giggle bubbling in her throat.

After a few moments, he finally hung up and moved toward her. She tipped her head back and looked up when he stopped in front of her, spread her legs with his knee, and gave her a wicked grin.

“What’s the smile for?”

“Mmm…nothin’. I’m disappointed we were interrupted by the phone.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Oh, I want to do a helluva lot more than kiss you, princess.”

“Maybe I want that too.”

“Do you?”

Dropping her gaze from his, she shrugged. She wouldn’t, couldn’t do anything about her attraction to the two hunky men who currently lived with her—not until Eric was no longer her husband.

“Let’s get some groceries. I want to see what kind of culinary delight you can whip up,” he said, grabbing his car keys. One arm snaked around her waist to help her out to his car.

“Not taking the Harley?” The motorcycle had fascinated her from the first time she saw it, but to think of Ryan straddling the heavy bike with his powerful thighs made her almost cream her panties.

A warm chuckle left his mouth, and she had to grin. “I’ll take you for a ride when that cast comes off. The thought of you behind me, cradling me with those luscious legs, makes me harder than marble.”

Her gaze wandered slowly down his muscular form, loving every dip, plane, and rock-hard surface she encountered.

“For now, we take the car.”

“Damn,” she murmured.

A roar of laughter left his lips, and she felt heat rush up her neck in embarrassment.

Unfortunately for me, I’m sure he knows exactly what he does to me. Brett, too.

Once they were done shopping, they returned to house, and she set about making the best meal she knew how to make.
It’s the least I can do for them since they’ve been so good to me.

“What’cha makin’?”

“I’m not telling. You’ll find out when it’s done and on the table.”

“Tease.”

“Brat.”

She loved sparring with Ryan, but she wasn’t going to give in and tell him what dinner consisted of. He’d have to wait.

“What smells so good?” Brett asked, walking in from the garage and setting his duffle bag on the granite countertop.

“Whitney’s cooking.”

“You cook?”

With a heavy exhale, she blew the hair off her forehead in a sigh. “Of course I cook. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“It’s not, sweetheart. You’ve never mentioned it before. That’s all,” Brett said, and then lightly brushed her cheek with his lips.

He reached over to lift the cover off the pot on the stove, but she wacked his hand with the wooden spoon she held.

“Ouch!”

“No peeking.”

Ryan grinned from where he leaned against the island.

“You could have warned me,” Brett grumbled, rubbing his knuckles as he glanced at Ryan.

“Why? She’s already done that to me. Twice.”

“You are both incorrigible. Now. Out of my kitchen until I call you.”