Finding Her Fantasy

by Trista Ann Michaels

  She snorted. “You trusted him enough to let him kidnap me. What’s got you all squeamish all of a sudden?”

  “You were pretty pissed,” Marcus murmured. “I was worried.”

  “On that front, live in fear.”

  Marcus’s chuckle made her grin.

  “Do you want to explain to me why you never said anything about Clark?” she asked.

  “I guess Erik told you.”

  “We had a little scare with a snake. He and Jon were being cautious.”

  “I just didn’t trust the guy, Mel. Still don’t. He stalked you after you guys broke up. I told the men following you to let Clark know they were there. I was hoping once he saw the protection around you, he would go away, but he didn’t. You know him better than any of us. Do you think he would do something to you?”

  “A few days ago I would’ve said no. I even said no earlier at lunch, but now I realize that I really didn’t know him at all. It was all a front and lies. I have no idea what he might do, Marcus.”

  Jon’s hand tightened on her leg, but he remained quiet, silently sending her his support and comfort—a move that endeared him to her even more.

  “Have you found him yet?” she asked.

  “Yeah, sweetheart,” Marcus said softly. “He’s in Belize.”

  Melinda’s heart almost stopped. She sat up and stared warily around the grounds. Her stare caught a tall figure as he moved through the thick growth of tropical plants to the right of the house. She gasped softly, but when he moved from the shadows and into the stream of light from the setting sun, she sighed a little in relief. It was Erik, apparently checking the grounds.

  “Mel,” Marcus said loudly into the phone, making her jump.

  She sat back against the lounge. “I’m sorry. I’m here. I just saw Erik in the yard, and it startled me.”

  “Are you alone?” her brother asked.

  “No. Jon’s here.”

  “Make sure you’re with one of them at all times, Mel,” Marcus ordered. “Don’t go anywhere alone.”

  “I know. I won’t.”

  “Good. I’m going to see if I can find out exactly where in Belize he is. In the meantime, stay there.”

  Melinda rolled her eyes. “I got it, Marcus.”

  “Okay. I’ll talk to you later.”

  Melinda hit the button to end the call, then looked through her lashes at Jon. “Can we close up the house?” she asked.

  The doors and windows had been open the entire time she’d been here. If Clark was truly after her, that wasn’t safe.

  “Erik’s taking care of that now.”

  She sighed and stared out over the beach. “I hate to lose this breeze, but…it wouldn’t be safe.” She shook her head as the anger inside her grew. “I can’t believe I have to hide like this from him. Is he ever going to go away and leave me alone?”

  “He will once Erik and I get done with him,” Jon replied with enough conviction that Melinda truly believed he could make it happen.

  * * * *

  Melinda watched as Erik secured the last French door. She should’ve felt safe, but instead she felt nervous. Every shadow in the yard was scrutinized; every thump startled her. It hadn’t gone unnoticed either, by Jon or Erik.

  As soon as she’d gotten off the phone with her brother, she’d grabbed a robe and wrapped it around her. She’d expected Erik to say something, but he’d let it slide. It was as though he understood her need to not let that asshole see her naked. Not ever again.

  Jon came up behind her and gave her tense shoulders a squeeze. She jumped and glanced back at him over her shoulder.

  “It’s just me, baby.”

  He placed a soft kiss on the side of her head, making her insides turn to mush.

  “You’re going to scare yourself to death if you don’t relax,” he added.

  Erik studied her closely from his position by the French door. “I wish we could’ve kept you in the dark about this.”

  She shook her head stubbornly, trying to ignore the way his white shirt hung open, giving her a glimpse of his muscular, tan chest. All she could think about when he looked like that was smoothing her hands over those incredible pecs.

  “No. I’m glad you told me. I needed to know so I can be careful. Otherwise, the two of you might’ve pissed me off to the point I took a long walk to get away from you.”

  Erik’s lips lifted in an amused smirk. “You may have tried.”

  “Do you think shutting up the house will alert him that we know he’s here?” she asked.

  Erik snorted. “I’m not sure I care at this point. At the moment, if I could get my hands around the fucker’s neck, I could guarantee he wouldn’t be bothering you, or any other woman, in the future.”

  “Oh. Scary Erik is sexy,” Melinda purred, trying to lighten the tension in the room.

  She heard Jon’s chuckle behind her. “Erik’s the mean one,” Jon murmured in her ear.

  “You know. I’ve noticed that.” She smiled at Jon over her shoulder.

  “Mean, huh?” Erik drawled.

  Melinda glanced back at him and didn’t miss the spark of devilment in his stare.

  “Yes,” she replied. “You were very mean earlier. How could you flog me and not let me come?”

  Erik’s lips twitched. “You think that was mean? You haven’t seen anything yet.”

  She actually took a step backward, putting herself closer to Jon, as though silently seeking his protection. “I didn’t mean that as a challenge.”

  “I took it as one,” Erik replied.

  Chapter 15

  Erik watched Melinda’s pupils dilate and her face flush a bright pink. He loved how she fought her growing desire, determined to not let him see what that small trickle of fear did to make her even hotter. Just in the short time they’d been together, he’d learned to read her.

  Jon had said the same thing earlier in their office, while Melinda had been out on the deck. They both were developing feelings for her but neither knew exactly what they were just yet.

  All Erik knew was that watching her earlier had been incredible. Jon had said it was all he could do not to take her. Erik had to agree. But with Melinda, it wasn’t just about the sex. He enjoyed spending time with her, even just holding her.

  She still hadn’t had both of them at once, and although Erik enjoyed having Jon watch, he wasn’t sure yet how he would feel watching Jon touch her. He’d never been jealous before, never had to deal with the possibility of Jon being a threat, but then again, he’d never had feelings for a girl they’d played with either. Not like this.

  Erik always thought love would be a slow build. He’d known Melinda for a while and had always liked her, been attracted to her even, but he’d kept his distance out of respect for her brother. Then she’d gotten involved with that prick, Clark.

  He’d assumed his chance was over, if there’d ever been one at all, but the second Marcus had called him and asked if he and Jon would take Melinda out of the country for a while and help her get her confidence back, he’d jumped at the chance. Maybe even too eagerly, if the truth were known.

  Erik stood still and watched as Jon loosened the ties of her robe. The soft pink silk looked good against her skin, highlighting her tan. He wanted to run over and rip it off her, kiss every inch of her naked flesh. Instead, he held his spot, watching with interest as Jon slowly opened the material, revealing her perky breasts and shaved mound.

  “Pretty little thing, isn’t she?” Jon murmured as he slowly drew his fingers around her erect nipples.

  Melinda licked her lips and her eyes drooped in heavy-lidded desire.

  “Yes,” Erik agreed softly.

  Her gaze lifted to his. The doubt and insecurities he’d seen when she first arrived had all but disappeared. She knew they found her attractive. They told her at every opportunity. Erik never wanted to see her shrink in on herself again.

  “Remove the robe, Jon,” Erik ordered. “I want to see all of her.”


  Her eyes moved to the windows, and Erik instantly knew she worried over someone seeing in.

  “Stop, Melinda,” Erik said. Her gaze flicked back to his as her robe landed in a puddle around her feet. “Don’t worry about him another second. He’s not worth your time.”

  Jon kissed the side of her neck, and she tilted her head but kept her gaze glued to Erik’s. The sight of Jon’s hands on her body didn’t upset him like he thought it might. Instead, it fueled his lust for her.

  “Keep your thoughts on me and Jon. No one else,” he murmured. “Do you understand?”

  She licked her lips and nodded as Jon buried his fingers in her hair and tugged her head to the side, forcing her to look at him over her shoulder. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you ever since I watched Erik eat your pussy earlier.”

  “Are you going to eat my pussy, too?” she asked.

  Jon smiled. “Baby, I’m going to eat you everywhere, and then I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

  “We both are,” Erik added.

  He watched the pink in Melinda’s cheeks darken and her nipples pucker into hard little buds. The image made Erik’s cock harden behind his jeans, making clothes very uncomfortable. With a quick glance toward the darkening grounds outside, he pushed away from the French door and headed to the stairs.

  “Bring her upstairs, Jon.”

  He didn’t wait for a response, just headed to his room to light some candles. In a way, he hoped Clark was outside, watching. Then he would see that Melinda was now theirs. And if Erik had anything to say about it, would always be theirs.

  *

  Melinda followed Jon up the stairs on wobbly legs that barely kept her upright. Jon held her hand. His warm fingers wrapped around hers and held firm as he pulled her up the stairs behind him.

  He didn’t have to hold so tight. She had no intention of running anywhere. Instead, she had an insane desire to run toward them. She wanted to spend the night wrapped in both their arms.

  Erik scorched her. Jon melted her. If she had to choose, could she?

  She came to a stop at the top of the stairs. Jon turned to look at her, an expression of concern pulling at his brow.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” she lied.

  She had no business thinking about them in the forever sense. Neither had said anything about love, and besides that, it had only been a few days. Despite knowing them before this, love didn’t and shouldn’t come that quickly. That’s how she’d gotten into the mess with Clark.

  “Nervous?” he asked softly.

  “A little,” she replied. “Neither one of you are very small.”

  Jon chuckled and pulled her into his arms. “Trust me, sweetheart. We won’t force you to do anything you’re not ready for.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “That doesn’t mean, though, that we won’t push your buttons.”

  Her lips twitched slightly as she snuggled closer to his chest and let the cotton of his shirt brush over her nipples. He pulled away, taking the touch, as well as, the warmth of his body and headed down the hall toward Erik’s bedroom.

  Candlelight flickered over the walls and reflected in the glass of the windows and now-closed French door. She missed the sound of the ocean, the cool night breeze that flowed through the house, but she needed the precautions. The last thing she wanted was to find her ex standing over her bed in the middle of the night.

  Stop thinking about him.

  She wanted to think about Erik and Jon instead. She thought about running her fingers through their black hair and staring into their heavenly blue eyes, kissing Erik’s pecs and Jon’s washboard abs. She thought of them both moving inside her, and the muscles of her channel quivered in response.

  Could she take them both at once? She had no idea, but was certainly open to try.

  “Wow,” she whispered as she caught sight of a naked Erik by the bed, turning down the covers.

  His cock was already hard, the thick, bulbous head slick with precum. She wanted to lick it away.

  Jon moved around her and as he did, began taking off his shirt. Her gaze drifted over his strong shoulders and back as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them off his lean hips along with his boxers. His firm ass bunched and rippled as he bent to pick up the denim and then toss them off to the side.

  He turned to grin at her. “Don’t want you tripping over those.”

  One side of her mouth twitched upward. Yeah, face-planting in front of the two of them probably wouldn’t be very sexy.

  She wasn’t sure what to do. Lie on the bed? Entice them somehow? Why was she so nervous all of a sudden?

  This had gone beyond just sex. Her emotions, her heart were getting involved and that probably wasn’t a good thing.

  “Stop overthinking things,” Erik ordered.

  She frowned. “How do you know I was even thinking at all?”

  Erik nodded toward her hands. She glanced down and realized she’d been wringing them. With a flush heating her cheeks, she dropped her hands to her sides.

  “Oh,” she mumbled.

  Erik’s lips twitched slightly, but it was Jon who walked toward her and cupped her cheeks in his warm palms. He brushed one thumb softly over her lower lip before dipping his head and swiping his mouth across hers. A shiver of delight shimmied up her spine at the light touch.

  Jon was the gentle one—the sweet one. Erik could be sweet, too, but he had a rough side that made her scream. Jon had a slow, seductive side that made her melt.

  She parted her lips and he swept his tongue inside. Her long, soft moan got lost in his kiss as he plundered her mouth with gentle sweeps of his tongue.

  Her hands, which had been resting at Jon’s waist, were tugged away. Erik pulled her hands behind her and clasped her wrists together just above her hips. He held them tight in his grasp, giving her no choice but to accept whatever Jon had in mind for her. The move forced her back to arch, pressing her breasts against Jon’s chest and sending an array of lustful sparks straight to her womb.

  Jon continued to kiss her, turning her mind and body to mush. He lowered his hands and cupped her breasts. He kneaded them gently and she moaned, arching her back even more. He rewarded her by pinching and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

  Melinda groaned into his kiss. Her body heated and ached, desperate for more.

  Jon pulled away and glanced down at her now-swollen nipples. “Just perfect for what I have in mind,” he murmured before turning away and digging something out of the nightstand drawer.

  Erik pulled her against his chest, keeping her hands clasped at the small of her back. His body heat warmed her already overheated flesh. When Jon turned, and she saw the nipple clamps in his hand, she stiffened and tried to break her hands free.

  Erik tightened his fingers on her wrists. “Stay still, Melinda,” Erik commanded.

  Despite her nervousness, she froze and watched as Jon came to stand before her again.

  He brushed the back of his finger over her nipple, and she shivered. Watching her through his lashes, he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around the sensitive nub. As his tongue flicked over it, she sighed and dropped her head back against Erik’s chest.

  Erik dipped his head and kissed the side of her neck, making the butterflies in her stomach flutter like mad. Jon let go of her nipple and replaced his mouth with the clamp. She winced at the burning pressure as Jon turned to repeat the move on her other nipple.

  Once both clamps were in place, the burning soon turned to an aching pleasure, accentuated by the lustful approval shining in Jon’s eyes. To have one man look at her like that was amazing—two was downright heady.

  Chapter 16

  Jon thought at one time that he might step aside for Erik, but now he wasn’t so sure. Seeing her standing before Erik, her hands imprisoned behind her back, her breasts swollen and aching for his touch, her eyes half-closed in desire as Erik nibbled along the side of her throat. She was beautiful, and
the last thing he wanted to do was step aside.

  He used the tip of his finger to circle her nipple. Melinda jerked and moaned as her breathing became shallower. Watching her body, he slid his finger between her breasts and down the center of her stomach to the top of her mound. Her hips jutted outward, seeking his touch.

  Unable to deny her what she wanted, he pushed his hand between her legs and slid his fingers through the juices that coated her pussy.

  “Mmm,” Jon crooned. “Feel how wet she is, Erik.”

  Erik added his hand from behind and they both teased her with their fingers.

  “Nice and wet,” Erik murmured in her ear.

  Melinda cried out and fell back against Erik. She worked her hips in time with their thrusts, her swollen lips parted as her sighs filled the room with the sounds of her pleasure.

  “Not yet, sweetheart,” Erik whispered, and they both removed their hands.

  “No,” she whined.

  Jon couldn’t help but smile. She was so damn cute when she pouted.

  He used the ball of his thumb to pull her lower lip down and out of the pout. “I have a better idea for those sexy lips of yours.”

  She opened her eyes and stared up at him.

  “I have a little come on the tip of my cock. Drop to your knees and lick it away.”

  Melinda licked her tongue across her lower lip, wetting it as she dropped to her knees. Erik went with her, keeping her hands clasped behind her back. Jon gripped his cock at the base and forced it outward, putting the tip right at her mouth.

  She watched him as she licked her tongue over and around the head, wiping away the cream that leaked from the opening. When the tip of her tongue dipped inside the small slit, Jon groaned.

  “Damn that felt good,” he growled. “Take it all in your mouth.”

  Her lips parted, and he pushed his cock inside. Her mouth closed around him and her tongue—oh God, her tongue—nearly sent him to his knees. He kept his hand at the base, careful to not lose control and choke her with it. He was that close.

  As he pulled back, she sucked, and he could swear he felt it clear in his balls. With one hand, he grabbed a handful of hair and pushed forward till the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. Her eyes went wide for a split second just before she swallowed.