Double Her Fantasy

by Randi Alexander

  “You won’t regret it. I promise.” Garret’s tone sent a sexy shudder through her.

  Another voice sounded through the phone.

  “Megan, I’m sorry. I’ve got to go. It’s gonna be a late shoot tonight, but I’d like to take you out after. Maybe hit a club or a bar. Sound good?”

  “Sure.” She looked at Trey. “I’d like that.” Did the invitation include his brother, too?

  “Just the two of us. We can get better acquainted. Damn…hang on.” He must have pulled the phone from his ear when he shouted, “Hey, who’s the star of this movie anyway!” He laughed. “Fuck you, too.” His laugh sounded closer. “Sorry about that, baby. Gotta show these directors who’s boss, you know.”

  She chuckled. “You’re pushing your luck.”

  “Na. I’m golden.” He sounded as if he was running. “I’ll call you when I leave the set. It’ll be late, so traffic won’t be too bad.”

  “Okay. Be careful, Garret.”

  Silence. “Wow, that’s really sweet. Thanks.”

  She could feel a hot blush climb her neck to her cheeks. “You’re welcome.”

  “I can’t wait to see you. Bye.”

  “Bye.” She handed the phone to Trey.

  “You two are going out tonight?”

  She nodded. “Is that…” She didn’t know how to ask about the dynamics of a threesome. “After we finish shopping, can we go back to the hotel? I have a few questions I’d like you to answer.”

  “Uh huh.” He glanced down at her. “Ones that should be asked in private?”

  She nodded.

  “I figured we’d get around to that sooner than later.” He gestured toward a big department store. “Wanna start in here?”

  The window manikins wore the cutest sundresses. “Yes, please.” Excitement filled her at the prospect of filling Trey’s hands with packages. “Prepare to be my shopping bag mule.”

  He laughed and did a very good impression of a donkey’s hee-haw.

  After five hours, they’d found dozens of bagsful for her and a couple of non-western items for him. They called Garret’s limo, stuffed the bags into the trunk, and headed back. At the front door of the hotel, Trey helped her from the limo.

  As she stepped out, a half dozen cameras flashed in her face.

  “Who’s this, Trey?”

  “Where’s Garret?”

  “Who are you, lady?”

  She ducked her head and slid her sunglasses on then held her purse over the graphic on her shirt. She didn’t need anyone tying her life to a movie star’s.

  Trey slung an arm around her as he told the driver to pull the limo around back to unload. “Just an old friend, guys. A little lady who I knew in Texas who lives in Chicago, now.” He pushed through the reporters, calmly and efficiently. “Garret’s on the set, and you know I can’t be givin’ out that address, no matter how much money you offer.”

  A few of the reporters laughed.

  “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re gonna have lunch in the bar and catch up on old times.” He pulled her with him into the lobby.

  Security guards kept the media outside.

  Once they were in the elevator, she took a breath and slid off her dark glasses. “God, how do you put up with that?”

  He shrugged. “That’s why I’m not his permanent manager. They just think I’m his big, oafish cowboy brother, along for a free ride and a good time.”

  She frowned. “You’re nothing like that.”

  Trey’s heart skipped a beat at the concern Megan showed for him. He pressed a thumb between her eyebrows and massaged. “Don’t take it so seriously. The less they think of me, the happier I am.”

  She grabbed his hand and tugged it down, leaning in close. “I think a lot of you. Does that count?”

  He grinned and kissed her, hard and fast, as the elevator doors opened on their floor. “My place or yours?” he murmured.

  “Mine, if it’s okay.”

  “Yes, definitely.” On their way past, he directed the concierge to send the packages to her suite.

  They ordered lunch and she poured them each a frosty mug of beer.

  He lifted his and tapped hers. “You’re a beer drinker?”

  “Sometimes.” She blushed. “I like to try new things.”

  He pulled her down next to him on the couch. “Like last night.” He kissed her neck, breathing in her floral scent, nibbling her soft skin.

  She nodded and sipped her beer. “It was…” She looked into his eyes. “Amazing.”

  “Yeah.” He sounded breathless, and didn’t care. He wanted more of this woman.

  “Before we…” She set down her glass. “Would you tell me about this lifestyle?”

  He set down his, too. “Like what, particularly?”

  With a shrug, she asked, “You’d mentioned a rule, before. I mean, can you and I…one on one? Or is it always three?”

  He touched the flaming red color on her cheek. “We learned that for the sake of the overall relationship, it’s best if we only have sex when it’s all three of us. It’s a jealousy thing more than a fairness thing, if that makes sense.”

  She smiled. “So it wouldn’t matter that it wouldn’t be fair if you and I spent four days in bed together and Garret had to work. But it would drive Garret crazy knowing we’d left him out.”

  He laughed. She was smart, sexy, and funny. “Right. Essentially, we grew up as jealous of each other as we were proud of one another. It’s complicated, but it works better when it’s all three.”

  She paused a second and he could almost see her formulating questions.

  The doorbell rang.

  Trey answered and stood back to let the chauffeur in with the bags. “Where would you like these, Megan?”

  “On the table would be fine. Thank you.”

  The silent man nodded, deposited the bags, and left.

  Trey dug through the bags.

  She walked to the table. “You’re looking for your things?” She pulled a dark blue bag out of the bunch and set it next to him.

  “Uh uh.” He searched for a minute then pulled a slinky red teddy from one of the bags. He wagged his brows at her. “You thought you’d sneak this by me?”

  She smiled and grabbed for it, but he pulled it back. “You gonna wear this for us?”

  Nodding, she held out her hand. “I’d model it for you now, but that just wouldn’t be fair, would it.”

  He handed it to her, his cock hardening wickedly behind his fly.

  Holding it by the tiny straps, she formed it to her clothed body and wiggled. “Yes?”

  “Oh, yeah, sweetheart. When you’re ready for another night like last night, you just slip that on and come knocking.”

  A frown formed on her face. “When I’m ready? What does that mean?”

  Chapter Seven

  Trey took the silky teddy and slid it back into the shopping bag, clenching his jaw to get his desire under control. Gesturing toward the couch, he searched for the words to tell Megan what he and his brother had decided.

  They sat and she waited silently.

  “Garret and I talked this morning. We want you to hold the reins on this thing.”

  Her brows rose in a silent question.

  “We both want you. Desperately. But to be fair to you, we’re gonna let you pick the time.”

  “Oh.” She sat back.

  “Actually, it was Garret’s idea. He wanted you to have some space to get comfortable with us.”

  “Oh.”

  He wished he could read her mind as easily as he read Garret’s. “Last night, you tried to sneak out of our suite.”

  “No.” She sat up then plopped back again and grimaced. “Yes, I guess I did, didn’t I.”

  “You did, and it tore us both up. We knew we’d moved too fast on you.”

  She looked at him, her eyes soft and dreamy. “And Garret thought of this, huh? I’m surprised. Seems to me you’re the one who’s usually in touch with feelings and things like t
hat.”

  He faked a shudder. “Feelings? Damn. Is that how I come off?” He grabbed her sides and tickled. “I’m gonna have to be a little tougher on you.”

  She screamed with laughter as he pinned her down and wiggled his fingers into her sides.

  He found himself on top of her, her eyes shining, her breasts pressing hard into his chest as she caught her breath. It’d be so damn easy to take her. Peel off her pants and spread her legs, taste what his brother said was the sweetest pussy he’d ever eaten. Make her scream in ecstasy a dozen times, a dozen positions.

  He pushed himself off her and stood.

  Her eyes dropped to his fly and she quickly sat up. “This is going to be difficult, isn’t it?”

  Nodding, he walked to the wall of windows. “Yeah. It sure is.”

  Outside, the afternoon sun reflected off Lake Michigan. He’d like to rent a boat and take them out on the lake, show her the town from that angle. They’d have plenty of time together while Garret was filming, and he needed to find activities that wouldn’t strain his self-control.

  He stayed where he was, even when he heard her grab her shopping bags and walk into the bedroom. No amount of silent demands made his cock soften.

  When the doorbell rang again, he had no choice but to answer it with a rise in his jeans.

  The room service waiter had just carried the tray into the room when Megan came from the bedroom. “Would you please put it on the coffee table?”

  She plopped on the couch and immediately stole one of his French fries.

  “Hey.” He closed the door behind the waiter and walked toward her. “You’re the one who wanted fresh fruit. Get out of my fries.”

  She grinned. “I couldn’t resist. They smell so good.”

  He sat next to her and ate one. “Uh huh. Taste good, too.” He held one up to her lips but pulled it back when she bit for it. “I’ll make you a deal. You can have half my fries if I can have all the strawberries on your plate.”

  “All of them?” She picked one up and held it to his mouth.

  They ate from each other’s fingers.

  He leaned in for a kiss, mingling the potato and fruit in their mouths. Damn, he liked her. Almost too much. Was he intentionally searching for all her good points and ignoring her bad ones?

  He ended the kiss. “Tell me what I’m missing.” He furrowed his brow. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

  “Missing?” She picked up her light tuna wrap.

  He shook his head. “You just seem too perfect. Like I’ve been looking…” He’d almost admitted he’d been looking for someone like her. “I need to know more about you. I can’t help but feel we’re connecting, here.”

  Her cheeks pinkened. “I feel that, too. But do you really want to hear all my secrets?”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “And you’ll tell me all yours?” She grinned and grabbed another fry.

  He set his jaw and stared for a moment. He had his own history, one he didn’t share very often. But he wanted to open up to Megan. “Let me start.”

  “Okay.” She set her wrap down and got comfortable on the couch.

  “I’m impatient.” He shrugged. “Hell, you can tell that. I’m asking some personal questions after knowing you for less than two days.”

  “Definitely impatient.” She winked. “What else?”

  “Judgmental. But in a good way. I run the family ranch, and I’m a good judge of character. I know when I’m being lied to, when someone’s hiding something, when there’s a cause to be cautious.”

  She tipped her head, her eyes revealing a spike of temper. “And which of those am I?”

  “That’s the thing.” He felt mystified. “I don’t get that from you. Like you’ve got nothing to hide.”

  A half-cough, half-laugh burst from her chest. “Really? Oh, man, you are a superhero.” She looked into his eyes. “Everyone has secrets, Trey. Mine…” She shrugged. “I guess they aren’t very damning.”

  He didn’t move, didn’t speak. Waited for her to continue.

  “I’m a recluse most of the year. I had some problems with…” She swallowed hard and shivered. “In college, I had a stalker. It was bad. Bad enough that he went to jail.”

  Trey eased his arm around her and pulled her close. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

  She shrugged. “It’s over, and I feel safe now, but I like my privacy.”

  He kissed her forehead. She’d love it on the ranch. The urge to protect her, hide her from the world in the safest place he knew came as a surprise to him.

  “Ready for another secret?”

  “Shoot.”

  She nervously tugged at the fabric of her pants. “I changed my name.” Her eyes were wary as she looked up at him. “After the stalker, I mean.”

  His chest hurt for her. All she’d had to go through. “I don’t blame you.”

  They sat for a few minutes, snuggled together. Something tried to burst out of him. Words of promise, of a future where he’d protect her and she’d never have to worry again. Damn. He couldn’t remember when he’d been this anxious to have someone in his life.

  “Okay.” He sat forward and grabbed the TV remote. “Enough secrets. Let’s watch a movie and eat.” He went right to the Western channel. “I need to get some work done this afternoon, and you should probably take a nap.”

  “Why?”

  “Garret said he’s taking you out tonight.” He fed her a bite of his hamburger. “After you go clubbing, he’ll find an after party and keep you out until sunrise.”

  “Hm. That’ll be different.”

  Trey heard the hesitation in her voice. “He was raised a gentlemen. You don’t have to worry about him getting crazy.”

  “I wasn’t worried about that. I trust him well enough.” She gave him a grimace. “I was more concerned about being out with him. With the paparazzi following him.”

  “He knows how to avoid them. You’ll be safe.”

  “Promise?” She laid her head on his shoulder.

  His heart thudded a couple times. “Promise.” He’d tell his brother about her stalker and they’d choose clubs where security was at maximum.

  ****

  Garret rode the elevator to the 37th floor. He checked his watch. Nearly eleven p.m. He made a quick stop in his suite to shower and change into a suit, keeping quiet to avoid waking his brother.

  Trey had called him earlier and warned him about Megan’s shy side, told him about her stalker, her having to change her name. It had made Garret so angry, he’d nearly punched the wall. Something about her brought out the fighting cowboy in him. The only good thing was this confirmed his belief that she’d never take their lifestyle to the tabloids.

  He jogged across the concierge level and rang her doorbell.

  She opened it, standing there in a sexy green dress, nearly the color of her eyes, spiky heeled black sandals, and a gorgeous smile.

  “Goddamn, you look good.” He stepped forward and tugged her to him. He kissed her, tasting her lip gloss, and smearing it all over him. Running a hand up from her neck, he played with her long, thick hair.

  She melted into him, her mouth opening for his tongue.

  He tasted her, teased and sucked at her. With a quick nip on her full lower lip, he eased back from her.

  “That color looks good on you.” She handed him a tissue.

  He wiped his lips. “Tastes good on you.” A rogue wave of desire washed down into his cock, hardening it, tightening his balls. Those lips of hers had been all over his shaft last night.

  Her eyes darkened. Her nipples puckered. The energy between them could light the whole city.

  “Better get going before I toss you over my shoulder and carry you down to my suite.”

  She picked up a little black purse on a chain. “The tossing and carrying might be fun.”

  He grabbed her arms gently.

  “But, I know this evening is about us getting better acquainted.”

  “Baby, with o
ne word, all that ‘get to know me’ crap is history.” He said it as a joke, but he meant it as a promise.

  “I’d like that, but I’m intrigued by the fact that this waiting period was your idea.”

  He took her hand and led her to the elevator. “Yep. Dumbest idea I’ve ever had.”

  She laughed and leaned into him. “It’s perfect.” Once in the elevator, she asked, “Why did you suggest it?”

  “After you almost ran out on us last night, I saw the need to slow down.” He shrugged. “You’re important to us. To me.” Damn, too deep. Pulling her against him, he grabbed her tight, round ass. “Right now, though, with you in my arms. Mmm. I could really get things speeded up.”

  She rotated her hips, pressing her belly against his quickly hardening cock. “I know what you mean.”

  Everything in him told him to take her back upstairs, wake his brother, and show her a few new positions for the three of them. He’d let it be her choice. When the elevator doors opened, he pointed to the control panel. “Back upstairs?”

  She shook her head. “Let’s go dancing.”

  They slipped out a back door. The limo was waiting a block away with an open bottle of very nice champagne. Within minutes it stopped at a club he’d remembered had a great dance floor. Once inside the VIP door, flashing strobes, loud, thumping music, and scantily clad women had Garret tapping his foot.

  Megan shook her head. “I feel a little old for this.” She had to yell to be heard above the noise.

  He laughed and dragged her into the middle of the dance floor. “How old are you?”

  She had some moves. “Thirty.” She definitely looked younger. Turning, she bumped her bottom against the front of his pants.

  Watching her hips rotate as she spun back around fed a deep hunger to be buried inside her.

  “What’s that look for?” She grinned.

  He pulled her against him. “You know damn well what I want from you.” He kissed under her ear, tasting her sweet flesh.

  “Wait.” She eased back. “How old are you?” Her face lost color. “You’re really young, aren’t you?” She stopped dancing.

  He guided them into a slow dance, even through the wild rhythm of the music. “Yep. I’m sixteen.” He grinned. “But I have a fake I.D.”