by Marie Carnay
Double or Nothing
A Menage Romance
Marie Carnay
Contents
Double or Nothing
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
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Double or Nothing
Two billionaire brothers, one curvy jewelry designer, and a week in sin city. This time, two of a kind is the winning hand.
Hank and Trenton might be heirs to the biggest casino empire in Las Vegas, but they’ve never been lucky in love. On the verge of giving up their fantasy of finding one woman to satisfy both their desires, a curvy beauty catches their eye. She’s only in town for a week, but they’ve got more than a fling in mind.
Willa came to Vegas to reboot her life. She’d work the jewelry trade show, dance the night away, and find a cute guy to kiss. Winding up in bed with two sexy-as-sin brothers was the last thing on her mind. When she finds herself falling for Hank and Trenton, she’s torn.
A threesome is a high-stakes gamble, but Willa’s not leaving Vegas until the brothers lay all their cards on the table… and against the wall… and on the bed…
Double or Nothing is the third novel in the standalone, steamy MFM romance series Double the Fun. Series can be read in any order. No cheating, HEA guaranteed.
Chapter 1
WILLA
“People don’t go to Vegas to start over, Willa. They go to forget.”
“When have I ever followed the crowd, Bree?”
Her best friend’s frown carried through the phone. “Never. But this is one time you should.”
Willa poked at her pastry. Bree meant well, but a trade show in Vegas followed by a weekend vacation was exactly what Willa needed to put the past behind her. If she could find a hot guy to flirt with for a few days, it would be perfect.
“All I’m saying is, don’t do anything rash. I know you want to flush Mark out of your system, but—”
“This isn’t about Mark.” Willa crammed a bite into her mouth to mask the unavoidable tone in her voice.
Of course coming to Vegas at the last minute had everything to do with her ex. What twenty-five-year-old books a solo trip to sin city without a reason to drink and dance and do things she shouldn’t?
But telling Bree, the sensible half of the friendship, that part of her hoped she’d run into Mr. Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous who could whisk her away from everything wouldn’t go over well.
Bree made sensible decisions with checklists and pros and cons and endless hours of analysis. Willa was lucky if she remembered to grab her keys. “It’s a trade show. I’m not here just to have a good time.”
Discovering the jewelry trade show still had a few spots open had been the best thing to happen to Willa since she’d walked out on Mark. Three days to network and connect with prospective buyers and a whole weekend to drink away her bad choice in men.
If all went well, she could secure a new store to sell her pieces and get over Mark with a bang. A sexy, in-your-face, take that times ten, orgasmic explosion.
Maybe she’d even hit the jackpot and make a national deal. Or have the best one-night-stand of her life.
Bree’s voice dragged her back to the present. “Why don’t I believe you?”
Willa sighed. “Because you know me too well?”
“Just don’t go marrying the first guy you meet. You promised I could be your maid of honor.”
“No one said anything about weddings.” Willa gulped down a mouthful of coffee and smiled. “I’m ready to have to some fun. No more avoiding bars or dance clubs because my boyfriend doesn’t like the scene.”
“You should have broken up with him months ago.”
“Don’t remind me.” Willa forked the last bite of pastry. “I’m not interested in a new relationship, Bree. I want to have some no-strings-attached fun. Something wild and crazy.” She looked around her at the casino lights, glittering and bright at nine in the morning. “Something Vegas.”
Bree tsked from hundreds of miles away. “Better watch out, then. You know what they say—love happens when you least expect it.”
“Right. And I’ve got some fabulous swampland in Arizona to sell you.”
“Stranger things have happened, that’s all.”
Willa rolled her eyes as she stood up and grabbed the handle of her rolling jewelry trays. “If I fall in love with some random guy I meet on the strip, I’ll make you that necklace you’ve been begging me for.”
Bree squealed over the phone. “The one with the dolphins?”
Willa smiled. “Yes, the one with the ugly dolphins.”
“They aren’t ugly!”
With a laugh, Willa wheeled the stack of trays through the restaurant and out to the casino floor before merging into the throng of vacationers.
Bree couldn’t hide her excitement. “If you’re serious, then I take it all back. I hope you meet the guy of your dreams right there in the hotel.”
“Of course you do.”
After trading a few more jabs with her best friend, Willa ended the call.
This last-minute trip to Vegas wasn’t all about finding new customers for her jewelry business, but Bree didn’t need to worry. Whatever happened over the next six days, Willa was going home a single woman.
She was ready to focus on her jewelry and building her business and leave the relationships to someone else. No more selfish manipulators, no more jerks. Men were fun to look at and even better to kiss, but that’s all. Boyfriends and Willa didn’t mix.
Before the trip ended, she planned on making the most of it. Preferably, one night at a time. With a deep breath, she turned toward the convention center. She had just enough time to set up her display and take a tour of the other booths before the floor opened to the public.
HANK
“Dawn says she knows a woman we should date.”
“Excuse me?” Hank stepped over to the windows and looked down at the sea of green tables. Even at breakfast time, a smattering of gamblers lined the stools, hunched over their mounds of chips, hoping for a miracle.
“She says we’re never going to find a woman we can live with if we keep picking them up at bars.”
Ha
nk glanced over at his brother. They’d been in the casino business since birth, heirs to the longest-standing casino empire in Vegas. With the opening of Avira last year, their premier casino and convention center, they were unmistakably the kings of the Strip.
They had all the money and power and success Vegas could bring, but they couldn’t keep a girlfriend for more than a weekend. A week if they took her somewhere tropical.
In business they were kings, in love they were hopeless paupers. His brother had never seemed to mind.
“What happened to the Trenton I used to know?”
“He grew up. Besides, haven’t you been wanting to find the one for a while now?”
Hank exhaled. Had he ever. But when your tastes ran a bit sideways from the norm… “Dawn thinks this woman would go for both of us?”
“She said we won’t know if we don’t try. Should I tell her to go ahead and set something up?”
The idea of an employee picking out potential dates didn’t sit well with Hank. He liked being in control. Of everything.
But if their personal assistant was concerned enough to bring it up, then maybe he should give it a shot. “How does Dawn know her?”
“They play tennis together.”
Of course. If Dawn wasn’t putting out a business fire, she was hitting a little yellow ball across a net. But at this point, what did they have to lose? He frowned as he answered. “Fine. Let’s do it. But no promises.”
“Never.”
Hank looked past the gaming floor to the hallway leading to the convention center. An ant trail of women lugging square rolling trays caught his eye. “What convention is running this weekend?”
Trenton pulled up the calendar on his phone. “Jewelry trade show. Open to wholesalers and buyers only. Why?”
Hank watched as a blonde sashayed down the hallway. Sexy dress flowing over her curves, heels that struck the ground without a wobble. Mmm. He straightened his tie. “I’m feeling the need to refresh my jewelry collection.”
“You don’t wear jewelry.”
Hank turned from the window and flashed his brother a grin. “Now seems like a perfect time to start. I’m taking a walk. Care to join me?”
Trenton shook his head. “Maybe later. I want to talk to Dawn first.”
“Suit yourself.” Hank wasn’t waiting around for their PA to set them up with some woman who probably cared more about their last name than whether they connected on a deeper level. Every woman they’d ever been involved with left. What made Trenton think Dawn would do any better?
He walked out of the office and headed toward the jewelry show. A few minutes later, the elevator doors opened and Hank eased past a handful of tourists arguing over where to eat breakfast and hustled down the stairs to the main convention center floor.
If Trenton was dead set on meeting this friend of Dawn’s, then fine. He’d smile when elbowed in the ribs and shake her hand and buy her a drink. But Hank had another woman on his mind. His feet hit the last step and the convention floor opened up before him.
Rows of portable kiosks and desks. Jewelry hanging from hooks and racks and laid out on trays. People bobbing up and down as they set up their wares. Such a different vibe from the gambling upstairs.
“How are you this morning, Mr. Beauchamp?”
Hank glanced up with a smile. A janitor stood near the wall, a spray bottle and paper towel in his hands. “I’m well today, Andrew. How are you? The kids?”
Ever since Hank took over the casino business, he’d made a point of touring the floors daily. His father had instilled in him the need to actively manage his affairs, no matter how big they became. Having Trenton as a partner took the edge off, but Hank still felt the need to be seen.
It didn’t matter that he had managers and assistants and enough staff to handle the day-to-day operations. Knowing the ultimate boss could walk by at any moment had a way of bringing out the best in everyone from a pit boss to a janitor like Andrew.
The man smiled back. “Can’t complain. Here to buy something fancy for a favorite lady, sir?”
“Not today. Just surveying the setup, that’s all.”
“I took a look while vacuuming earlier, sir. Some real stunners, if you ask me. Might be worth a look.”
Hank nodded. “Thank you, Andrew.”
“Anytime, sir.”
Hank glanced back at the convention floor as Andrew walked away. If the woman he’d seen from the upstairs window was there somewhere, then Andrew was right. He might not be a store buyer, but he could pretend. And if he met someone on the way…
Without another thought, Hank made his way down the first aisle. Booths were stationed one after the other, showcasing every type of jewelry one could imagine. Some even Hank couldn’t believe. He paused in front of one booth and a bubbly woman with bright red curls sprouting all over her head smiled.
“Can I help you?”
Hank leaned in closer. It can’t be. “Are those made out of…”
“Teeth? Yes. I collect them from all the neighborhood families. I’m a real-life tooth fairy.”
Hank stepped back. “Not a lot of inventory on hand, then, is there?”
The woman blinked. “I’m sorry?”
“Never mind.” He kept walking. If the rest of the traders were as bizarre, he’d wasted his time. The last thing he needed was to buy a crazy tooth-seller a drink. He shuddered before turning the corner.
Hello, gorgeous. There she stood, the woman he’d followed downstairs and through the casino. Her cheeks flushed and her lips squished into an oh-so-kissable pout.
“Damn it to hell!” The words carried down the aisle and Hank suppressed a grin. She was even sexier angry.
As he watched, a gold bangle rolled toward him across the patterned carpet. It hit the toe of his wingtips and Hank bent to pick it up. Intricate scrollwork. Delicate beading. The work of a master craftsman, not an amateur or the tooth fairy.
He glanced up in time to watch the woman flip a stack of trays upright and open the lid. Mmm. Round in all the right places with slender wrists covered in bracelets and that dress skimming all her curves.
Just the kind of woman he could see tangled up between him and Trenton. Just the kind of woman he was looking for.
Even from his distance he could see the disarray inside her case. Clumps of gold and silver littered not just the trays, but the floor around her feet. At some point, she’d had a serious mishap. What a way to start a convention.
After squaring her shoulders, the woman crouched on the floor and scooped up a handful of earrings. She dumped them into the open lid before grabbing more.
Hank stepped forward with a smile.
A damsel in distress. His favorite kind.
Chapter 2
WILLA
The first thing she noticed about him was his shoes. Charcoal with pale grey perforated tips. Perfectly polished leather, blemish-free suede. Sexy as sin.
They stopped a step from her knees as she crouched on the carpet, waiting. Willa raised her head in slow-motion.
Oh, my. Gabardine trousers, well-tailored. Black belt. Crisp, white dress shirt, grey paisley tie. Money and power and everything Willa fantasized about alone in her bed after she’d walked out on Mark. A man who didn’t need to manipulate and scheme to get what he wanted. A man who already had it all.
He stood before her, twirling one of her enameled bangles around in his fingers. The small motion, his wrist moving up and down, gold parading in endless rhythm. Something so innocuous shouldn’t be hot, but damn. Willa shifted on the carpet and her eyes shot up, uncontrolled.
One glance at his face and her tongue turned to cement, thick and immobile.
That saying clothes make the man? Not this one. Brown hair cut short, beard trimmed to cover his angled jaw. The bluest eyes Willa had ever seen. Brighter than the ocean. Richer than the clearest summer day. They sparkled as his lips turned up in a ghost of a smile. Every inch of his body from his head to his toes screamed I’m in ch
arge.
Willa licked her lips. She could give him a run for his money. Every dime of it.
“Is this yours?” The words caressed like burned velvet on bare skin.
She nodded.
“Looks like you’ve had a bit of an accident.” The man descended into a crouch, forearm balanced on one knee. He held the bangle in front of her like a lure. “You need my help.”
She raised an eyebrow. A bit presumptuous of him, even if true. Despite his looks, the comment rankled. I’m not a shrinking violet or a helpless girl who needs saving.
Willa snatched the bracelet from his fingers and stood up in a rush. The room spun and she wobbled, all the blood suddenly in her body rushing to and fro.
“Whoa there, take it easy.” Before she could blink, he’d stood and wrapped his hands around her arms.
A stranger did not just make her swoon. No way. She tugged her arms free and stepped back. “Thank you. I’m all right now.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded and managed a smile. I have got to get it together. First, she’d upended her entire collection, then she’d practically salivated over a stranger who offered to help. Hell, she didn’t even know his name. He could be a buyer for a local place or the head of a national store’s acquisitions department.
What a first impression. She smoothed down the front of her dress. Coming to Vegas for a little fun was one thing. Falling for the first guy to say hello was another.
Especially if that guy could help her business along. The trade show wasn’t open to the public. The man had to be in the business even if his clothes said mogul. Besides, no one dressed like he could buy all of Tiffany’s would be into an average girl like her.
She smiled wider and put more distance between them. “Thank you again. I’m sure I can manage.”
His eyes narrowed. “Nonsense.”
Before she could say a word, his jacket slid off his shoulders and the man tossed it on an empty table top. As he rolled up his shirt sleeves, she stood there, gawking. Sinewy muscle, tanned arms. The hint of a tattoo snaking down his bicep. Maybe he wasn’t all business, all the time.