Twice the Malone

by Roberts, Laylah

  “But if you do want it to happen, that can be arranged too.” Beau sent her a big wink.

  Was she in or out? Time to decide.

  “Both of you?” she whispered.

  “That a problem?” Maddox said. “We like to share but if you’re not into it then you can choose.”

  “C-choose?” How the hell would she choose? They both appealed to her in different ways. Beau was lightness, fun. He was charming.

  Maddox was charming too. But he had an edge.

  They’d both burn her from the inside out. But what a ride it would be.

  What did she have to lose? Well, unless they turn out to be serial killers or have some sort of venereal disease.

  “No STDs?” she squeaked out.

  “There she goes again, Mad,” Beau said. “We shouldn’t let her go into her own head. She thinks of some strange shit.”

  “I don’t think worrying about STDs is strange. I think it’s responsible,” she replied.

  “Are you always responsible?” Maddox asked. “Are you always the one who does the right thing? Who looks after everyone else?”

  She swallowed. That was exactly her. With Margo, she was the sensible one. She even helped her manage her money because she was so bad at it.

  So, she found herself nodding. Would they be put off now?

  The door at the end of the corridor opened and a heavy-set guy walked down. He nodded to the Malones then looked her up and down. Maddox cleared his throat and the guy looked away, hustling down the passage to the men’s bathroom.

  “How would you like not to be responsible or in charge for the night?” Maddox asked in a deep voice. “How would you like to have nothing to worry about except doing what we say?”

  She wanted that.

  “I can’t,” she whispered.

  “Why not? Think you can’t let go?” Beau asked.

  “I don’t know you. How can I trust you?”

  They both stared down at her. Was that it? Would they walk away from her now? Because she wouldn’t give them what they wanted?

  Well, screw them if they did.

  “Good girl,” Maddox said, surprising her. “You do know how to take care of yourself.”

  “You’re not . . . you’re not angry?”

  “A girl has to look after herself,” Beau replied.

  “So, this was some sort of test? Why? Did you not even mean what you said? That you wanted to sleep with me? Both of you?”

  She didn’t understand them, but she knew she needed to get away from them. Go back to the hotel room and cry.

  Damn them.

  “Whoa.” Maddox placed his arm around her waist, watching the same guy that walked past them from the bathroom. He moved faster.

  Not that she blamed him. These Malone’s might be charming but they could also be intimidating.

  “That’s not what we meant. That wasn’t a test,” Beau told her.

  Maddox tucked some of her white-blond hair behind her ear. It must have come loose from her braid.

  “You’re right. You don’t know us. You could walk out into that bar and ask anyone about us if you wanted to. Or come have some food with us, get to know us. Choose who you want.”

  “Uh, no, there’s no choosing,” Beau said. “I saw her first.”

  “This isn’t a case of calling dibs, idiot.”

  “He always stole my toys as a kid too,” Beau told her.

  All right. She should be insulted at being compared to a toy. But that grin on his face just made her want to laugh as well.

  He was crazy. Incorrigible.

  Still, she couldn’t let him get away with that. She frowned up at him. “I am not a toy.”

  “Beau, you’re digging yourself into a hole, here. I don’t even have to do anything to get ahead. Just let you open your big mouth.”

  “But it’s a very talented mouth, I promise.” Beau grinned at her.

  She opened her mouth to scold him and instead ended up laughing. “You’re terrible.”

  Suddenly he dropped to his knees, just as the door down at the end opened again and two women walked in.

  “Please, darlin’, come eat dinner with us. And then, if you want, I’ll eat you.”

  Maddox groaned. “Seriously. How does he not get the shit kicked out of him every weekend?”

  “I’ll take you up on that offer, Beau,” one of the women said. She had dark hair and was seriously beautiful. And tiny. She was dressed in shorts and a tight tank top. And she was everything Scarlett wasn’t.

  Feeling self-conscious, she waited for Beau to immediately agree to go with her. There was no way he’d choose someone who was overweight and middle-aged.

  She started to shrink in on herself.

  Maddox leaned into her. “Don’t you do that.”

  She looked up at him in surprise.

  “Don’t try to make yourself small. You’re gorgeous and sexy.”

  “You can have both of us, Beau,” the other girl who was just as young and beautiful said. “You can even bring your brother. We’ll let him join in.”

  Okay, that just made her mad. “Hey, Maddox isn’t some sort of consolation prize.”

  Both girls blinked at her. As though they’d forgotten she was even standing there.

  “Thanks, little one,” Maddox said with a mock sigh. “My feelings were rather hurt.”

  She knew he was teasing, but she still nodded. The anger fueled her confidence. How dare these girls make Maddox feel like an afterthought.

  She was well aware of what that was like. And it wasn’t pleasant.

  “And Beau was asking me, not either of you. It’s quite rude of you to interrupt.”

  “Very rude,” Beau murmured.

  “Come along, Beau, Maddox. We’re going out for dinner,” she said to the girls. “Then we’re going back to my hotel room to fuck. Have a good night.”

  Beau immediately jumped up to his feet and she slid both of her hands into one of theirs and led them down the corridor.

  “What the hell just happened?” one of the women asked.

  “Dunno, Beau must be into fat chicks now.”

  She sucked in a breath at the pain of those words.

  “Don’t,” Maddox warned. “Don’t let them ruin your moment.”

  He was right. Screw it. She wasn’t young and insecure anymore. She was older, wiser . . . well, not really.

  But she wasn’t letting them put her down.

  “I might be fat,” she called back. “But I’m the one with two men begging me to take them to bed. So, what does that tell you?”

  They stepped out into the bar, and Maddox slid his hand out of hers. Oh, shit. Did she do something to turn him off?

  Reminding him that you’re fat isn’t a good idea, Scar.

  He slid his arm around her waist. “I’d praise you for that, little one, if you didn’t deserve a spanking for calling yourself fat.” He turned her toward him, tucking her into his chest before grabbing her chin and tilting it up. “You’re not fat, and I won’t allow you to refer to yourself that way, understand?”

  “We won’t,” Beau added in a serious voice as he moved in behind her. “And while I’m not as fond of spankings as my brother, even I’d get in on that shit if I ever heard you say that about yourself again.”

  “It’s just the truth.”

  “Ooh, those are fighting words,” Beau drawled. “Aren’t those fighting words, brother?”

  “They’re words that are going to result in her having a hot ass.”

  She sucked in a breath.

  “And if she isn’t careful, we might just do it here.”

  She glanced around wildly. They were back in the main area of the bar, but Maddox had led them into the shadows. Nobody was looking their way.

  That didn’t mean she was going to let anyone spank her here.

  Or anywhere. I mean anywhere, don’t I?

  Lord. Talk about confused.

  “You can’t spank me for saying the truth.”<
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  “It’s not the truth,” Maddox said. “You’re fucking hot. This ass . . .” he reached around and grabbed her bottom cheeks firmly. “Fucking delicious.”

  “And these curves.” Beau ran his hands down her sides, along her waist, and over her hips. “Plus, don’t even get me started on the most magnificent breasts I’ve ever seen.”

  “You guys don’t have to lie to me.” She stiffened. Their hearts might be in the right place, but it made her uncomfortable. She was aware of her flaws. She didn’t need any bullshit.

  “You seem like a straight-shooter,” Maddox said, lifting her chin with a finger.

  “I appreciate honesty.”

  “Good. So do I. And I don’t lie. If a man accused me of lying, I’d likely deck him. You accuse me of making up shit, of lying, and I won’t only spank that delicious ass of yours, I’ll drive you wild with my tongue without letting you come. Got me?”

  Her breath caught. His eyes were serious, intense, and she found herself nodding. She got him.

  “Good, now that we have the serious shit done, can we go have dinner? I really want a burger. And then some peaches and cream. You think I can get my mouth on some peaches and cream, darlin’?” Beau brushed her hair over one shoulder and kissed his way up her neck.

  Holy. Hell.

  “I . . . I don’t know.”

  “He’s talking about you, little one. You smell like peaches and cream. Bet you taste like it too.”

  Oh, hell.

  She didn’t want to go have dinner with them. She knew there was no way she could sit at some diner and attempt to eat. She was too turned on. Too anxious. What she really wanted was for them to lay her out on a bed and fuck her. Hard.

  “There’s room service,” she squeaked out.

  “It’s so cute how you do that,” Beau told her.

  “Do what?” she asked.

  “Think shit over in your head then just blurt things out randomly. I mean, it would be easier on us if you told us everything you were thinking. But yeah, cute. Like a child.”

  “I don’t think I like the insinuation that I’m like a child.”

  “Neither do I,” Maddox added. “I want you to be all woman.”

  Lord, she just hoped she was woman enough for him. That she wouldn’t disappoint him.

  Stop it, Scar. You can do this.

  One night of letting go. One night of fun. One night of being daring Scarlett, not boring Scarlett.

  Yep. She was doing this.

  “There’s room service at my hotel. We could go to my room and order some.” Or not. Because she definitely wasn’t hungry for food.

  Maddox cupped her face between his hands. “You sure?”

  “Y-yep. But I have to text my best friend. She wants to hear from me every hour or she’ll call the cops.”

  “That’s a smart idea,” Beau said between kisses along her neck.

  “Good girl,” Maddox rumbled, making her knees weak. Both from the husky tone and from his praise.

  Scarlett Jean had always been a good girl.

  Tonight, however. She planned on being very, very wicked.

  3

  Beau could tell she was nervous.

  Hell, if the three attempts to unlock her door with her key card before she’d dropped it hadn’t been a clue, the way she now stood in the living area of her hotel suite, moving her weight from side to side while she chewed her lip would have been enough.

  He wondered what he could do to put her at ease. He couldn’t believe that bullshit those girls had spouted at her about her body. Or what she’d said back.

  She was sexy as hell. He was dying to get his hands and mouth on her boobs. When could they get to the boobs part?

  He stilled as he realized both Maddox and his darlin’ were staring at him. Shit. Had he said that out loud? And how come he didn’t know his knockout’s name yet? He had to know what to get tattooed on his heart.

  Okay, that was even corny to him. Beau had never had the urge to settle down. He had too much energy, too much life in him to keep still for long. And there’d never been a woman who’d kept his attention. Maybe that said something bad about him, he didn’t know. But hell, there was something about her.

  He’d seen her across the room, sitting on her own, and he just knew that shit wasn’t going to fly. Someone that sweet and gorgeous wouldn’t be alone for long. He was shocked that someone wasn’t already looking after her.

  But their loss was his gain. He’d made sure to get over there quickly.

  Then when his brother had mentioned the blonde beauty who’d run into him, it had just cemented it for him.

  Not that they always shared women. But he’d always had this dream that they’d one day share a woman for good. One who’d make them apple pie, watch the game with them, then suck their cocks. He had simple needs.

  Unlike Maddox. He was more complex. Beau figured that’s why he had to be the easygoing one. Because his brother was anything but. Well, that wasn’t true. He used to smile more, laugh and tease. Until that bitch messed him up. Oh, he’d always had a need for control. That dominant side had always existed. But now it was closer to the surface.

  Maddox hadn’t been with another woman since her, so the fact he was interested in this girl was progress. He saw the way Maddox watched her. With hunger and need. Same way Beau probably watched her.

  Beau knew it would be a special woman who could take both of them on.

  But his darlin’ could be the one. Especially as she was a bit naughty. That just excited them both. Maddox because he would get to spank her ass. Beau because he would get to kiss it all better after.

  “Nice hotel room, darlin’.” He prowled through the suite. “Two bedrooms?”

  “Um, yes.”

  She was looking decidedly nervous. As though they were about to pounce on her. He figured he’d put her more at ease. Picking up the menu from the coffee table, he lay back on the sofa and put his boots up on the table. “What do you want from room service?”

  “Don’t put your boots on the furniture.” She frowned at him. “And give me that menu, I’ll order the room service. You know, maybe this wasn’t the best idea.” She licked her lips nervously.

  He grinned up at her. “Aw, you trying to boss me around? What do you think of that, Mad?”

  “I think you should get your damn boots off the furniture.”

  She sent Maddox a smile. But Beau knew the other shoe was about to drop. Poor thing had no idea what she was up against with Maddox. Just as well Beau was here to soften his brother’s edges.

  “Come here.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “That wasn’t a suggestion.” Maddox’s voice went low, demanding.

  To Beau’s delight, she immediately walked to his brother. Ah, so she was a sub under that fire. Delicious.

  “Come here.” Maddox sat and patted his lap.

  She shook her head. “I can’t.”

  Uh-oh. She was in trouble. Beau kicked off his boots, put his feet back up onto the coffee table, and settled in for the ride.

  “Why not?”

  “I’m too heavy to sit on your knee.”

  Beau chuckled.

  She turned to him, her gaze narrowing, her hands on her hips. “You think my weight is funny?”

  Okay, nope.

  Beau might not be a Dom, but he wouldn’t allow his woman to speak badly about herself.

  He gave her a firm look back. “Not at all. I do think it’s funny that you haven’t caught on how much trouble you’re now in for speaking about yourself like that.”

  “Trouble?”

  “I think she’s asking for a spanking, brother,” he said to Maddox.

  “I think you’re right,” Maddox replied smoothly.

  Shock filled her face. “N-no I’m not. Why would I do that?”

  Beau shrugged. “Nothing wrong with wanting something, darlin’. But instead of acting out, you can just ask for what you want.”

  “I’m not
acting out. You make me sound like a child who isn’t getting their way. I’m forty years old.” She flushed, as though she hadn’t meant to say that.

  “Forty looks damn good on you,” Beau said admiringly. “Damn good.”

  “How old are you?”

  Nope, he wasn’t telling her that. He could see her using it as a way to wiggle out of this. The fact that they were six years younger than her was immaterial to Beau. Nothing mattered but this woman. And she was all woman.

  She went to sit down on Maddox’s lap, but he grabbed hold of her hips. “Oh, no, we have a bit of punishment to take care of before you get to sit. Beau, order room service if you’re hungry.”

  “Already ahead of you, man.” He had the phone in his hand. If he was hungry. When wasn’t he hungry?

  “Although, I’d happily feast on her pussy instead of a burger. Ah, who am I kidding? I can have both, right?”

  “Y-you want to do that?”

  Beau froze. “Why wouldn’t I want to do that?”

  “I didn’t think men actually liked to do that. I figured they did because it was the quickest way to get a woman wet and ready for them.”

  Her face was bright red. He liked that. Such an innocent.

  “Why would I care about using the quickest way possible. I mean, unless we were in a rush or in public. Hmm, that could be a possibility. But otherwise, I want to take my time. I want my mouth and hands on every inch of you. Eating you out isn’t a means to an end. It’s the fucking main course.”

  Her chest was going up and down with her quick pants. She liked that. He winked at her. “Now, go appease the beast while I take care of our other hunger.”

  She turned to Maddox while Beau placed their order. Burgers, fries, and beer. Couldn’t go wrong with that, right?

  “You wouldn’t really spank me?” she asked in a whisper.

  Maddox had his elbows on the arm of the chair, staring up at her as she stood between his open legs. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t? You’ve been warned about not talking badly about yourself. That one warning is better than most people get with me.”

  Beau linked his fingers across his flat stomach as he watched them. Better than any movie.

  She licked her lips and looked over at Beau. He just grinned at her. He wasn’t going to be any help. Sure, he’d soothe her after Maddox reddened her ass. But he wouldn’t stop Maddox from punishing her. These foolish thoughts about being fat could be very detrimental to her mental health.