Double or Nothing: A Menage Romance (Double the Fun Book 3) Page 4

  Willa clung to his shirt, her fingers digging into the crisp cotton as she opened for him. His tongue invaded her mouth like a marauder, fierce and rough. Hank didn’t hesitate. He didn’t ask. He commanded.

  The moment their bodies touched, gone were the pleasantries, the nice conversation, the get-to-know-you mundanity. In their place was power. Control.

  Testosterone and strength. Everything about a man that Willa needed. Everything a woman craved in the dark when she imagined an unbridled night of passion. Hank was that. More.

  His hands ran up and down her bare arms, fingers coarse against her smooth skin. Oh, God. Could she have a one-night stand on the corner of a concrete rooftop? First time for everything.

  She tugged on his shirt, dragging it up to slip her hands beneath the cool fabric. The second her fingertips hit flesh, she burned. Hank wasn’t just a good looking man in a suit. He must be spectacular out of it, too.

  Rock hard abs, chest honed from steel and fire. She gripped him around the waist, dragging his body closer to hers as his hands found the edge of her dress. Higher and higher he shoved the fabric, thick fingers inching toward her panties as Willa moaned into their kiss.

  At first she didn’t notice the sound. It was fleeting and muffled. But as Hank moved, it grew. That wasn’t a passing car or some radio down below. It was coming from his suit jacket. And it wouldn’t stop.

  Over and over it chimed, relentless in its quest to interrupt the magic of their two bodies together. Willa groaned as Hank broke away.

  “What is it?” Her words came out labored and thick.

  Hank pulled his phone from his pocket with a scowl. “My brother. He’s waiting for you.”

  Chapter 6

  WILLA

  This can’t be happening. “Tell him I’ve changed my mind. I’ll see him tomorrow.”

  Hank ran a hand through his hair and exhaled. “No. That’s not fair to Trenton.” He stood up and held out his hand. “Come, I’ll take you to him.”

  Willa stared up at him in exasperation. That’s it? Hank had given her the best make-out session of her life and he just shut it all down when his time was up? She couldn’t make heads or tails of the man.

  First he was hot, then cold. Scandalous, then collected. It didn’t make any sense. She took his hand with a frown and let him hoist her up.

  “You’re sure about this?”

  Hank nodded. “You did agree to go out with him, too, Willa.”

  She turned so he wouldn’t see her pout. “I know. Just give me a minute, will you?”

  “Of course.”

  Willa turned around and tried to get it together. She pushed her hair off her face, slipped her high heels back onto her feet and even picked up Hank’s jacket for him. She shook it out as she turned around. “Here you go.”

  “Thanks.” He slipped it on as Willa watched.

  After a moment, she couldn’t help herself. “Hank?”

  He glanced up, waiting.

  “You and me, this… I mean, Trenton…” She trailed off, not even sure what she wanted to ask.

  Hank closed the gap between them in a single step. In the glow from the city below, his blue eyes sparkled like Technicolor rainbows. “Don’t think for a second that I don’t want to lay you down right here and ravage you, Willa.”

  “Then what’s stopping you?”

  He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “You deserve better.” His hands landed soft on her hips and Willa bit her lip to keep from moaning. “A king-sized bed in the penthouse suite with six hundred thread count sheets and champagne on ice. That’s what you deserve. Not the gritty rooftop.”

  “What about Trenton?”

  Hank’s lips curved against her cheek into a smile. “I’m a confident man, Willa. I can share.”

  She pulled back in alarm. “You what?”

  Hank smiled and reached for the door. “Just promise me you’ll keep an open mind.”

  She blinked. He couldn’t. He didn’t. What the hell is he talking about?

  “Promise?”

  After a moment, Willa nodded.

  “Good. Then let’s go find my brother.”

  Before she knew it, Willa stood outside a hotel suite door, shifting her weight back and forth on her heels. All the nerves Hank obliterated with his kiss were back, and then some.

  “Don't be nervous.”

  Willa shot Hank a glare as the door swung open.

  “There you are.” Trenton held out his hand. “I can take it from here, Hank.”

  Hank caught Willa by the wrist before Trenton could pull her inside. “I'll be back in a couple of hours. Don't forget your promise.”

  She stared at him, more confused then ever as Hank walked away.

  “Don't tell me you miss him already?”

  Willa turned back to Trenton, her mouth hanging open. “Are you always this overwhelming?”

  He laughed and pulled her inside before shutting the door.

  TRENTON

  Willa Gordon was one hell of a woman. He could tell she'd hit it off with Hank something fierce. The look in her eye as he walked away said it all.

  At first, when he'd escorted her into the suite, she'd been shy. Quiet. He’d been afraid she’d never open up.

  But a bottle of wine later and the ice had melted. Trenton knew a fascinating woman full of joy and promise lurked beneath those downcast lashes. She just needed some coaxing to come out.

  One look at the sweeping curves of her earrings and the elegant drape of her necklace and she’d captured him. No one as boring as she claimed to be could create jewelry full of such magic and wonder. The woman had a gift.

  Now he wanted to learn what other secrets she preferred to keep hidden. Hopefully in the comfort of the bed down the hall. They couldn’t ask for a woman more suited to them, both physically and mentally.

  When Trenton got nosy, Willa pushed back. When he turned on the charm, she batted her lashes and played hard to get. If she knew what that did to him, she might have toned it down, but Trenton wasn’t complaining.

  Not unless she refused to keep the night going.

  Most of the dates he’d been on lately had been forgettable and bland. Just another woman with hair spray that smelled like rubbing alcohol and too much eyeliner. A dancer or a dealer, waitress or concierge. All Vegas and plastic. Never real or authentic.

  Every one left Trenton flat and hollow. Was Mandy into him for his personality or just the last name next to the CEO’s office on the casino wall? Did Debra really go for two guys, or did she just say that to brag to all of her friends at the show the next night?

  Trenton never knew if a woman told him what she thought he wanted to hear or what she truly felt. There was more filler and Botox in every come-on line he’d heard than in all of Los Angeles.

  Somewhere along the way, he’d lost it. His ability to ferret out the diamond in the rough—the one woman who might handle both him and Hank for more than a weekend for three—had taken a red eye out of town and never come back.

  Until Willa.

  From the freshness of her attitude, to the way she hesitated before she smiled, or the glance at her nails to hide her nerves, she had it. That thing that all those other women lacked. The spark of a connection. Heat running between them like a live wire, incendiary and dangerous.

  Based on the way Hank glared at him when he picked Willa up for their date, he knew his brother felt it too.

  God, it had been years since the pair of them had been so in sync. All the way back to the beginning. To that girl who set it all off so many years ago. Willa was just like her.

  Raw and honest. Unvarnished and open. Nothing cynical and jaded about her. He couldn’t wait to kiss her lips and run his hands over all those curves that made him ache with need.

  He could imagine it all unfolding in a million different ways. If she wasn’t the woman for them, then Trenton was done. No more searching, no more hoping. He’d tell Hank they were through with this fantasy.

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nbsp; She had to say yes.

  Trenton stood and motioned toward the balcony. “Want to check out the view?”

  She smiled.

  “What's so funny?”

  “Your brother had the same idea, only a little less fancy.”

  Trenton looked around with a frown before it clicked. “Tell me he didn't take you up to that dirty old roof.”

  Willa nodded and Trenton groaned. “God, that place is disgusting! What was he thinking?”

  “It was sweet. He could tell the casino was a bit too much.”

  Trenton stepped forward. “What about the suite and the wine and dessert? Was this all too much?”

  She shook her head.

  “What about me?”

  Again, a shake for no.

  The space between them disappeared with his next step. They were so close, he could see the flecks of green in her brown eyes and the dusting of freckles across her nose.

  Trenton couldn’t wait anymore. He leaned in, eyes wide open, and kissed her.

  WILLA

  Oh, my. Where Hank was raw masculinity and force, Trenton was silk and sex. So smooth and dangerous. His lips pressed into hers, his hands snaked up her sides, and Willa reached out, holding onto his shoulders like she’d held onto his brother’s only hours before.

  What was wrong with her? Who dated two men at the same time? Brothers, no less?

  As Trenton kissed her, the doubts and fears receded, replaced by lust. Want.

  Pure sexual need.

  She moaned against his lips as his hands roved all over, plumping her ass, rushing up to grope her breasts. A single swipe of his thumb across a nipple and Willa practically mewled. The Beauchamp brothers had her tied up and twisted and so damn turned on, she hurt.

  All at once, Trenton broke their kiss. Willa blinked her eyes open to find him staring, his eyes almost black in the hotel lights.

  “How about the pair of us?”

  Her lips fell open. She couldn’t have heard him right. “What did you say?”

  “Me and Hank. Are we too much?”

  Trenton reached out, his fingertips feather light as he stroked her cheek. Willa leaned into the caress. She had a crazy idea, but Trenton couldn’t mean it. “I don't want to come between you.”

  Trenton smiled. “What if that's exactly where we want you to be?”

  No, it’s not possible. She had to be reading it all wrong. Trenton needed to spell it out.

  She blinked, long and slow. “I don't understand.”

  “I can make it clearer.”

  Oh my God. Willa spun around to see Hank standing at the edge of the rug, a smile on his sexy lips.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I told you I'd see you soon.” He walked across the living room, his shoes silent on he plush carpet.

  Just the sight of him had her all tangled up. But Hank wasn't the only Beauchamp who’d managed to turn her all topsy-turvy. Trenton’s hands still gripped her hips and as his brother approached, he squeezed.

  She turned back to Trenton. “Would one of you please tell me what the hell is going on?”

  Trenton smiled as Hank stepped up behind her. “What if we told you we like to share?”

  Hank’s hands landed on her bare shoulders and Willa jumped. “Like share a house or a chocolate milkshake or the last cookie in the box?”

  Hank’s laugh warmed her neck. “Women.”

  Her eyes went wide as she stared at Trenton. “You mean me?”

  He nodded and tightened his hold on her hips. “Tell me you’re ours all night.”

  Willa’s eyebrows peaked. They were serious. Trenton and Hank Beauchamp wanted to do the horizontal tangle with her. Together. She swallowed. “All night? Isn’t that a little optimistic? I mean, I’m not sure you have the stamina.”

  Both brothers laughed and Willa smiled despite the doubt.

  Hank nudged her hair off her shoulder before grazing his teeth along the bare skin of her neck. “We’re not ready to let you go, Willa. We want you. Every inch. Tonight.”

  Wasn’t this exactly what she’d been wanting? A wild trip to Vegas where she could do anything, with anyone?

  Never had she thought it would be with two men. But she couldn’t deny the attraction between them. She knew she couldn’t choose only one Beauchamp brother. It was both or neither.

  She looked up and met Trenton’s patient gaze. If she said no and walked out the door, she’d never feel his lips on hers again. Never know what it felt like to come apart in Hank’s arms. Never know how well they fit together.

  Threesomes weren’t that crazy. And it was Vegas.

  “The trade show doesn’t open until noon tomorrow.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “Better pace yourself. We’ve got a lot of time to fill.”

  Chapter 7

  WILLA

  They hadn’t listened. No one was slowing down or backing off.

  Every kiss of Hank’s lips sent a bolt of heat and fire down Willa’s neck and she moaned. He crowded her from behind, all heft and strength, while Trenton eased in from the front.

  Men. Everywhere.

  Willa swallowed.

  This wasn’t a make-out session at a bar with some beer-goggle-cute guy. Trenton reached up, fingers hot on her cheek before slipping behind her head. He didn’t ask as he dragged her mouth closer. No. He demanded.

  Willa moaned at the first whisper of his lips on hers. Mmm. Never had a first kiss been like this. Instead of hesitation and doubt, false stops and starts, it was on, heady and thrilling.

  Trenton sucked her lower lip between his, nibbling with his teeth as his hands slid down her body. Hank joined in, mouth on her bare shoulder, hands searching for the zipper of her dress. With another moan, Willa closed her eyes.

  She didn’t know where one brother ended and the next began. It was all men, all the time. In front, behind, hands on her hips, her waist. Fingers ran up and down her backside and her front. One set tugged her zipper down the length of her body, another set eased her dress off her shoulders.

  Trenton broke their kiss as the silk hit the floor in a whoosh around her feet. Willa shivered.

  “Cold?” Hank’s voice floated over her skin, warm and sultry as smoke.

  “No.”

  “Good.” Trenton fell to his knees in front of her and Willa opened her eyes.

  “What are you doing?”

  His dark eyes caught the light and sparkled. “Enjoying myself.” With a grin, he hooked his thumbs over the top of Willa’s panties and tugged. The lace landed on top of her dress in silence, but might as well have been a giant cymbal crash.

  “You’re sure about this?”

  Willa stared down at the top of Trenton’s head as he kissed his way from her ankle up to her knee.

  “Are you?” Hank kissed the spot below her ear that made her whole body shudder. His hands fanned out across the clasp of her bra, waiting. “We can stop if you want us to.”

  “No!”

  Both men laughed.

  “I mean, I just… It’s not weird?”

  “Not for us.” Hank flicked the clasp of her bra open and eased the straps off her shoulders.

  Trenton caught it before it hit the floor. “Relax, Willa. Let us pamper you. We’ll show you what you’ve been missing.”

  Willa nodded. They were right. She needed to let go. Enjoy what these two sexy men were offering. She’d come to Vegas to do just that—to relax and have fun and launch a new beginning. She never thought it would be with a pair of brothers, but that shouldn’t stop her.

  “Maybe I need another drink.”

  Hank leaned close, his voice a whisper in her ear. “You don’t need alcohol. But this might help.”

  With one hand, he loosened his tie, tugging on the black silk before slipping it over his head. Willa’s lips parted. A blindfold?

  Hank slipped the buttery fabric over her eyes and tied it comfortably tight. “How’s that?”

  Willa reac
hed up and touched the silk. She couldn’t see much, only a slit of light through the bottom of the fabric. Instead of rising panic, her nerves eased. Her heart rate slowed.

  Without her full vision, she was free to explore and touch and taste. Do what she wanted without repercussions or fear. Willa smiled. “It’s perfect.”

  Before she knew it, arms scooped her up. Willa grabbed onto shirt-clad shoulders as one the Beauchamp brothers carried her down the hall. “Where are we going?”

  A voice rumbled against her chest. “To the bedroom of course.” Trenton. Willa exhaled. Could she really do this? Could she really be this daring?

  The lights grew dim as a door opened. All she could make out through the gap in the tie were pale sheets. Trenton sat her on a bed, thick with sheets and blankets, and Willa crawled back to give him room.

  “You’re gorgeous. Absolutely spectacular, Willa.”

  “Hank’s right. I can’t wait to show you what you do to me.”

  She smiled at their words and leaned back on the mattress, blind but brave. Turned on more than she’d ever been in her life.

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  The mattress dipped and Willa sucked in a breath. Hands landed on her thighs and she trembled. Another pair found her shoulders and she groaned. Double the hands. Double the attention.

  With her sight obliterated, every touch became lightning. Every whisper and exhale a gale force wind. A tongue lashed her nipple and she cried out. Another swiped across her lips and Willa’s whole body clenched in anticipation.

  This wouldn’t just be a night to let go and have fun. It would change everything. Willa reached out with both hands and clung to Hank and Trenton. They were going to rock her to her very core. She knew it.

  HANK

  One taste of Willa’s sweet lips and he’d been a goner. Now that she’d accepted both him and Trenton, there was no stopping what would happen next. Need and excitement flashed across her face and every lap of his tongue across her lips sent a shiver through Willa’s body.