Garret began. “Stay a couple more days.” He opened his heart and searched for the words that had never come easy. “I don’t want this to end. I want to know you better.”
She furrowed her brows, her dark green gaze locked with his. “What are you saying?”
Trey cleared his throat. “We’re going to be here for a while longer.” His fist clenched. “Cancel your flight. We’ll cover your suite for the week, and I’ll book your flight home whenever you want. Just give us a few more days.”
She didn’t move for a few seconds. “You’re saying this…” She drew a triangle between the three of them. “You want this to be…”
“As long as you want, Megan.” Garret sat forward. Had she imagined it was just a one-night thing? “Give us time to get to know you. And for you to adjust to this lifestyle.”
“Life. Style.” Her voice trailed off as she stared out the window.
Trey looked at him, concern showing on his face.
Shit, had he said the wrong thing?
She stood, her hand on her stomach. Glancing at each of them, she shook her head.
Chapter Six
Garret got up off the couch, his gut clenching, as Megan turned to leave the suite. He couldn’t lose her… they couldn’t lose the best thing that’d happened to them in years. Maybe ever. “Megan, listen—”
Trey stood and made a small slashing motion.
Yeah, he’d been about to push too hard. One of his trademark moves. Trey knew better how to handle delicate situations like this.
“Take a little time.” His brother took her hand in his. “Think it over.” Trey gestured to him. “He’s right. This is a lifestyle, not just a one-night thing, sweetheart.”
Garret took her other hand in his. “You…” A swell of something emotional rose from his chest into his throat. “You make us happy.”
Her gaze shot to his and she blinked away the tears shining in her eyes. She looked at Trey.
His brother ran his fingertips along her jaw and smiled. “You do. I’ve never felt…” He swallowed. “Stay, Megan. Please.”
Garret had never heard his brother beg. Had never heard that tone of voice, that quiet sincerity. Holy fuck, was the cowboy falling? An ache spread from his clavicle across his chest. Goddamn, was he falling, too?
“All right.” Her voice came out breathy. “I’ll think about it.” She eased her hands from theirs and turned toward the door. She stopped. “I’ll call you.”
Garret looked at Trey. Her meaning was obvious. She didn’t want them calling her, pounding on the door of her suite, sending her six dozen roses and a ten-pound box of chocolates.
She picked up her purse and walked out the door.
The quiet snick of the latch catching sent Garret’s stomach lurching. “Fuck. What do we do?”
Trey strode to the door. “Nothing.” He held up her shawl, or wrap, or whatever women called the square of fabric they used to keep warm. “She left this.” He rubbed it between his fingers and breathed deeply, trying not to be too obvious that he was catching her scent.
Garret nodded. “That’s a good sign.”
Trey set the fabric on the entry table and walked toward his room. “Her flight leaves in nine hours.”
“Hell, I’m not gonna get any sleep.” Garret walked toward the bar.
“You’ve got an eight o’clock call tomorrow morning.”
He grabbed his glass of Scotch and headed for his own room. “Yep.” His bed would be lonely without her next to him.
Trey stood at the door to his room, staring in. His brother would have it worse. His bed would smell like her. Perfume, woman, and musky sex. Their gazes met in wordless communication. She had to stay.
****
Megan closed the door to her suite and leaned against it. “What am I doing?” She’d just had sex with two men. Brothers. It had been the most spectacular experience of her life. Her mouth watered and her breasts tightened just remembering the way they’d loved her.
She shook her head and dropped her purse on the table. It had
She furrowed her brows, her dark green gaze locked with his. “What are you saying?”
Trey cleared his throat. “We’re going to be here for a while longer.” His fist clenched. “Cancel your flight. We’ll cover your suite for the week, and I’ll book your flight home whenever you want. Just give us a few more days.”
She didn’t move for a few seconds. “You’re saying this…” She drew a triangle between the three of them. “You want this to be…”
“As long as you want, Megan.” Garret sat forward. Had she imagined it was just a one-night thing? “Give us time to get to know you. And for you to adjust to this lifestyle.”
“Life. Style.” Her voice trailed off as she stared out the window.
Trey looked at him, concern showing on his face.
Shit, had he said the wrong thing?
She stood, her hand on her stomach. Glancing at each of them, she shook her head.
Chapter Six
Garret got up off the couch, his gut clenching, as Megan turned to leave the suite. He couldn’t lose her… they couldn’t lose the best thing that’d happened to them in years. Maybe ever. “Megan, listen—”
Trey stood and made a small slashing motion.
Yeah, he’d been about to push too hard. One of his trademark moves. Trey knew better how to handle delicate situations like this.
“Take a little time.” His brother took her hand in his. “Think it over.” Trey gestured to him. “He’s right. This is a lifestyle, not just a one-night thing, sweetheart.”
Garret took her other hand in his. “You…” A swell of something emotional rose from his chest into his throat. “You make us happy.”
Her gaze shot to his and she blinked away the tears shining in her eyes. She looked at Trey.
His brother ran his fingertips along her jaw and smiled. “You do. I’ve never felt…” He swallowed. “Stay, Megan. Please.”
Garret had never heard his brother beg. Had never heard that tone of voice, that quiet sincerity. Holy fuck, was the cowboy falling? An ache spread from his clavicle across his chest. Goddamn, was he falling, too?
“All right.” Her voice came out breathy. “I’ll think about it.” She eased her hands from theirs and turned toward the door. She stopped. “I’ll call you.”
Garret looked at Trey. Her meaning was obvious. She didn’t want them calling her, pounding on the door of her suite, sending her six dozen roses and a ten-pound box of chocolates.
She picked up her purse and walked out the door.
The quiet snick of the latch catching sent Garret’s stomach lurching. “Fuck. What do we do?”
Trey strode to the door. “Nothing.” He held up her shawl, or wrap, or whatever women called the square of fabric they used to keep warm. “She left this.” He rubbed it between his fingers and breathed deeply, trying not to be too obvious that he was catching her scent.
Garret nodded. “That’s a good sign.”
Trey set the fabric on the entry table and walked toward his room. “Her flight leaves in nine hours.”
“Hell, I’m not gonna get any sleep.” Garret walked toward the bar.
“You’ve got an eight o’clock call tomorrow morning.”
He grabbed his glass of Scotch and headed for his own room. “Yep.” His bed would be lonely without her next to him.
Trey stood at the door to his room, staring in. His brother would have it worse. His bed would smell like her. Perfume, woman, and musky sex. Their gazes met in wordless communication. She had to stay.
****
Megan closed the door to her suite and leaned against it. “What am I doing?” She’d just had sex with two men. Brothers. It had been the most spectacular experience of her life. Her mouth watered and her breasts tightened just remembering the way they’d loved her.
She shook her head and dropped her purse on the table. It had
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