Double or Nothing: A Menage Romance (Double the Fun Book 3)

by Marie Carnay

  The woman was a treasure. Lush hips, full breasts. Spectacular, round nipples that stood out like rose marshmallows on her chest, plump and bite-sized. He slid down her body, trailing kisses across her shoulder and down the slope of her breast until he latched on.

  Sweet heavens. One flick of his tongue across the sensitive flesh of her nipple and Hank was undone. His cock strained for release, throbbing a beat between his legs like a kick drum. He reached for her hand, still gripping his shoulder tight, and pried it loose.

  Guiding her fingers, he gave himself over to her. Willa moaned as her hand slid up his shaft, greedy and quick. Hank hissed as she milked him, pumping up and down, wrapping her fingers around his thick girth and toying with his balls.

  God, the woman had skills. He could tell the blindfold had given her courage. She could be anyone, do anything, and it wouldn’t matter. The black silk was her armor, her shield from doubt and insecurity. With it, Willa could be the woman he’d known was inside her, waiting for a chance to be set free.

  Trenton swung his leg over Willa’s, spreading her thighs apart with his knee before leaning down to kiss her belly. She tensed, but Hank was there, lapping her nipple into his mouth as he stroked the other.

  One flick of his brother’s tongue across her clit and Willa fell back onto the sheets, hands scrabbling for purchase. Every tremble and moan broadcast her pleasure and Hank couldn’t wait to give her his all.

  As he sucked on the sensitive flesh, Willa came. Her teeth chattered and her thighs shook as she gripped Trenton’s head between her legs. God, she was beautiful.

  Bee-stung lips, flushed cheeks, hands fluttering with every aftershock. Incredible. Perfect.

  Hank glanced at his brother and knew he felt the same. Willa could be so much more than a temporary fling. She could be their forever.

  “Please tell me you have condoms.”

  Hank whipped his head back in time to see Willa throw his tie on the floor. Her brown eyes stared at him with a mix of hope and lust. The nerves were gone.

  He answered with a smile. “We do.”

  “Then find them. Right now.”

  Hank shook his head in wonder. The woman was something else. By the time he whisked a pair of condoms from his discarded pants, his brother had taken his place, kissing Willa with the lips he’d just used to get her off.

  She reached for Hank’s cock, stroking it while he climbed back onto the bed. “We don’t have to, you know. If you want to wait—”

  Willa broke her kiss to glower at him. “No. I’m done waiting. I want you to fuck me.”

  She seized upon the condom in his hands and tore it open. With confident fingers, she unrolled it down his hard length before raising up onto her knees. “I don’t have any idea how this works, but I’m willing to try anything.”

  It was all the invitation Hank needed. He turned so his legs hung off the edge of the bed before tugging Willa over. He dragged her on top of him, his sheathed cock bobbing against her swollen clit as she hovered above him.

  Her ass hung off the mattress and her toes curled against the edge and Hank looked into her bright brown eyes. “Ride me, Willa.”

  She sank down in an instant, impaling herself on his cock with a groan. Her thighs landed on his and Hank grabbed her ass, plumping the sweet, round globes as she adjusted to his size. “That’s it. Just like that.”

  TRENTON

  Fuck. The sight of Willa straddling Hank made Trenton almost come right there. He could still taste her sweet cream on his tongue, feel the way she came apart from his touch. But now he wanted more. She was up for anything? Fantastic.

  They could deliver so much more than any single man. He climbed off the bed and donned a condom before walking up behind her. From his view, her ass wobbled in time to her hips, up and down, round and round.

  Hank’s cock disappearing and reappearing with every pump. Trenton reached out and palmed her ass. Willa moaned and leaned back, her long, blonde hair brushing against his chest.

  With greedy fingers, Trenton reached up and around to fondle her breasts. “Tell me I can fuck you, too.”

  Her breath came out labored and sexy as hell. “I’ve never… I don’t…”

  “I won’t hurt you, Willa. Not ever.”

  She moaned and reached behind her to stroke his cock. “Then, yes, you can.”

  Trenton smiled before grabbing her face in his hand. He twisted her around to capture her lips before letting her go. “Make my brother come. Then it’ll be our turn.”

  Willa gasped as he pushed her back down, her palms landing hard on Hank’s chest. His brother reached up to kiss her, lips crashing into Willa’s as Trent stroked her bare skin.

  Incredible didn’t begin to describe her. When Hank had given her a blindfold, it had turned something on inside of Willa, something hidden not even Trenton knew had been there.

  Power. Need. Unfettered lust and sex. His cock strained against the condom as he ran his hands over her skin and watched her fuck his brother. Damn, she had a way about her.

  It wasn’t just the sex, though. Over drinks and dinner, he’d learned so much about her. How she’d turned down the traditional business routes and gone into the jewelry business even though everyone told her not to.

  How she’d studied and worked for years, barely making enough for rent because it was her passion. Trenton had the same commitment and drive—the same need to succeed in his work and his life. If Willa could see them as more than a diversion, more than a sin-filled Vegas weekend, they could rule the world.

  Hank groaned beneath Willa and Trenton smiled. Batter up.

  WILLA

  Hank shuddered inside her, filling the condom with his release as she slowed on top of him. Another orgasm clung to the edge of the abyss, so close to shattering her, but yet so far.

  As she rose up, Trenton grabbed her by the thighs. “Stand up, Willa. Don’t turn around.”

  God, the way he told her just what to do and where to go. In any other man, she’d have balked. But with Trenton and Hank, it turned her on. The pressure was off. Willa didn’t have to wonder if she was doing the right thing, moving the right way. They took control and set her loose to be the woman she could be. The sex pot. The harlot.

  Her bare feet hit the carpet and Trenton eased her forward. Her chest scraped across Hank’s cock and it twitched beneath her. She glanced up into his eyes as he sat up and pulled the condom off. He was already hard.

  Damn.

  Willa licked her lips. Could she do this? Hell yes. Why did she even hesitate?

  As Trenton’s fingers wrapped around her hips, Willa leaned forward. Her lips slipped over Hank’s slick cock as his brother pierced her swollen sex. Oh, God.

  Where Hank had been thick, Trenton made up for it in length, bottoming out so deep, Willa groaned.

  Hank ran his hands through her hair, tugging her down the length of his cock while his brother plowed into her from behind. Two men. Two cocks. So many hands.

  They were all over her, running up and down, over and around, guiding her mouth and her pussy and every other part of her. A boat between two shores. A body afloat on a haze of need and desire.

  The first orgasm hit her out of nowhere, hard and blinding. She cried out and both brothers picked up speed. They pushed her through her pleasure, on and on, forcing her into another peak of bliss.

  Trenton groaned behind her, pumping a final time before releasing into the condom. Hank came a moment later, spilling his seed deep into her throat. The burst of salty cum sent Willa over the edge.

  The second orgasm shattered her. Gone was the room, the bed, the carpet beneath her feet. All that remained was ecstasy and wonder.

  The Beauchamp brothers had ruined her for anyone else.

  Chapter 8

  WILLA

  Her tongue filled up her mouth like a wad of dental cotton, thick and suffocating. She smacked her lips as a steady dinging infiltrated her brain.

  It’s time to get up already? Ugh.
Eleven came so damn early in Vegas. Willa rolled over and slapped at the alarm.

  She hit flesh, instead.

  Hard, sculpted, sexier than an all-male revue, man chest. Willa sat upright with a start and blinked open her eyes.

  Hank and Trenton Beauchamp were sprawled out across the bed, their honed muscles on full, glorious display. Naked torso. Bare legs. An ass cheek. Oh my God.

  Willa clamped her lips shut as she grabbed her phone to silence it. All at once, the memories flooded back. Orgasms. Sweat. A blindfold. Her lady bits tingled and Willa stifled a whimper. What had she gotten into?

  It was one thing to have a fling in Vegas. It was another to wake up in a strange bed with two naked guys sacked out next to you. She had wanted to do something wild, but this…

  Willa couldn’t deny the sex had been hot. Three thousand degrees, center of the sun, hot. But that’s all it was, right? All of their kind words and questions about her life back in Los Angeles and the interest in her business. None of it was real; it couldn’t be.

  Men like the Beauchamp brothers didn’t hit on some random woman and decide she was the one. Hell, they hadn’t even taken her back to their place. They were in a hotel room. For all she knew, they were both too busy to date, with lives that didn’t involve a curvy girl who hammered gold into earrings and loved a good cupcake.

  She needed to get to the convention hall, hawk her jewelry, and pretend last night meant nothing more than a good time.

  The buzz of her phone snapped her back to the present predicament. Shit. She swiped it on and answered with a whisper. “Hello?”

  “Willa? Is that you? I can barely hear you!”

  “Shh!” Willa eased off the bed, her phone cradled between her shoulder and her ear. “Be quiet.”

  “What for? Where are you? A movie or something?” Bree’s voice came through the speaker like a cheerleader through a megaphone.

  Willa grabbed her undies and dress and scurried toward the bathroom door. She shut it behind her before answering. “I’m not at the movies, no.”

  “Then what’s with the shushing?”

  “I’m…” Willa glanced up at her reflection in the mirror. Mascara ringed her eyes like a raccoon and her hair stuck up in a million different directions. A bruise on her hip looked suspiciously like a thumbprint and the mark on her neck could only be a bite.

  She stared at herself in silence while Bree waited.

  I look like I’ve had the best sex of my life. Which, she had. But she couldn’t tell Bree that. “Just keep it down.”

  “Oh. My. God. Wilhelmina Gordon. You’re at some guy’s place, aren’t you? You little minx!”

  Willa closed her eyes and leaned against the counter. “Not exactly.”

  “Then where are you?”

  She tried to sound nonchalant. “In a hotel suite.”

  “Then you did hook up! Tell me all about it. Is he hot? He’s hot, right?”

  Willa hesitated. She couldn’t tell her best friend the truth. Bree would never understand. “Yeah, he’s hot.”

  “You don’t sound convinced. Wasn’t the sex any good?”

  “It was fantastic, actually.”

  Bree almost cackled. “God, I’m so jealous. I wish I’d been able to come out there with you.”

  No, you don’t. “What happened to the don’t do anything rash advice?”

  “A one-night stand isn’t rash. Just don’t rush into anything more.”

  Willa exhaled. “I won’t.”

  “How’s the convention going?”

  “Fine.” She managed to string a few more words together before hanging up the phone. It felt wrong to lie to Bree about Hank and Trenton, but what could she do? Telling her best friend that she’d had a threesome with a pair of brothers would go over like a ton of bricks.

  Admitting she wanted to do it again would send Bree straight to the airport to stage an intervention. No, this time, Willa was on her own. She glanced at her phone. And late. Very, very late.

  She tugged on her clothes from the night before in a rush and used a tissue to clean up her makeup. She just hoped Hank and Trenton were still asleep. Facing them right now would be a disaster. She needed to get her mind back on the trade show and the potential buyers for her jewelry if she wanted the trip to be a success.

  Throwing away her chance to expand her business because of a handful of orgasms would be ridiculous. Work came first. It was the whole reason she left Mark and the point of this trip. She couldn’t fail at it now.

  With a last look in the mirror, Willa turned off the light and eased the door open to listen.

  Thick, manly snores sounded from the bed and Willa smiled. Thank God.

  Both men were exactly where she’d left them, oblivious to her inner turmoil and hasty exit. She rushed out of the bedroom without another glance and found her heels and bag in the living room.

  Part of her wanted to just run out the door and never look back. But another part—the one that still held some hope that the Beauchamp brothers meant all the words they’d said before their clothes hit the floor—couldn’t just leave without saying goodbye.

  She grabbed a piece of hotel stationery off the coffee table and crawled a quick note. It wasn’t much, but at least she’d left the door open. If they were still interested, they could come find her. If not, it was a fun ride. In more ways than one.

  HANK

  Visions of room service breakfast and Willa’s sexy pout blowing on a cup of coffee had dominated Hank’s dreams. He couldn’t wait to wake up and share the day with her.

  Finding her gone with nothing but a hastily scribbled note wasn’t something he’d even considered. Looking down from their view onto the Vegas Strip in the noontime light, he thought over the night before. It wasn’t all sex and fun. They’d connected, all three of them.

  But it hadn’t been enough for Willa to stay. Maybe the note she’d written was the truth. She did need the trade show. Jewelry was her life. If she secured a few buyers, she could focus on the craft and stop hustling for the next paycheck.

  Hank knew what it was like to constantly need to prove yourself. He’d grown up under the specter of his father. It had taken years for him to break out from beneath his shadow and take ownership of the family name. Now everyone in town knew he had the business acumen to succeed. When he was first starting out? Not so much.

  Giving Willa the benefit of the doubt was all he could do. Sure, she could have woken him up and kissed him goodbye. But she was nervous. What woman wouldn’t be when confronted with not one, but two men in her bed?

  They hadn’t lost her. Not yet.

  The sound of the bedroom door made him turn. Trenton stalked into the living room and flopped on the opposite couch. “When did she leave?”

  Hank scrubbed a hand down his face and glanced at the time on his phone. “I don’t know. She left this.” He handed the torn sheet of stationery over to his brother.

  As Trenton read it, his scowl deepened. “Thanks for the fun? Maybe I’ll see you again before I leave?” He dropped the paper onto the coffee table and braced himself on his knees. “What the hell does that mean?”

  Hank leaned back on the couch and propped his arms across the cushions. “We freaked her the hell out, that’s what.”

  “I don’t understand. She was into it last night. What changed?”

  Only the usual. “Don’t pretend to be that naive, Trenton. She probably woke up, took one look at the two of us and lost her damn mind. She didn’t even know we were into this kind of thing until I showed up here, remember?”

  He knew they should have discussed it first, but Hank had been so caught up in the moment, that he’d let himself get carried away. Never in a million years had he meant to take it that far. A threesome as a first date wasn’t the way to win a woman’s heart. And that’s exactly what he wanted—Willa’s heart, not just her sexy body.

  “At least she left a note, Trenton. She didn’t have to.” Hank wanted to believe the words coming
out of his own mouth, not just for his sake, but for Trenton’s. Willa had given them an opening. A small one, but it was enough. After the way her body responded to them last night, how open and willing she was to go down their singular road, he couldn’t turn his back on the chance.

  They needed to find out if they had a chance before she hopped on a plane back to Los Angeles and they missed their opportunity entirely.

  “She could have at least said goodbye.” Trenton stood up, shoved his hands through his disheveled hair, and wandered to the windows. In all the years they’d been pursuing this fantasy, he’d never seen his brother so off-balance over a woman.

  Even the ones who showed some promise never rattled his little brother. Trenton had always been the one to love and leave. The brother who’d been content to have a string of flings with nothing attached but a smile and a memory.

  Hank had been the one to suffer. Every woman who came their way had been a contender for him. A chance at more than just an occasional good time. He’d been ready to settle down for years. Not Trenton.

  Could his brother actually be falling for Willa?

  “I had the convention center email me the schedule. Willa’s working her booth until six this evening and then there’s a buyer’s roundtable. If she still has inventory left, she’ll be there until eight at least.”

  Trenton stopped pacing the length of the sofa and turned to Hank. “When she runs out of inventory, then what will she do?”

  Hank thought for a moment. “Probably take the rest of the trade show off. Once she doesn’t have anything left to sell, there’s no point in setting up a booth.”

  “We’ve got a few stores that would feature her work, right?”

  Hank eyed his brother. What was he after? “I suppose. The Algonquin has three or four jewelry stores alone. The Hannah has a couple. Why?”

  Trenton’s eyes lit up. “Can you handle business for today?”