Double Her Fantasy by Randi Alexander Page A

nothing to do with “love” and everything to do with sexual compatibility. The thrill of being with two sexy men: one an actor who’d starred in her fantasies so many times, and the other a cowboy whose amazing body and dominant personality swept her away.
    Unzipping her dress, she walked into the bedroom. How would she ever choose…? She stopped, her hand halfway down her back. She didn’t have to choose. This was their lifestyle. They chose to share one woman. Dropping her hand, she flopped into the puffy bedroom chair.
    How long could it last? What if she fell in love with one or both of them, and they grew tired of her? What if—
    She cut herself off with a groan. “Getting too far ahead of yourself.” They’d asked her to stay for a week, not move in for a lifetime. If she could slow things down a little, maybe spend a couple days getting to know them, as they’d suggested.
    Could she live that lifestyle, though? It seemed at odds with everything she’d ever known. Her reclusive, quiet home, her small-town life that waited for her. She could be there in less than a day. The thought of making her early flight to Canada shot a piercing blow to her heart.
    She had nothing pressing back home. She’d cleared her schedule for a week to recuperate from this trip. Why not stay? When she’d walked out of Trey’s bedroom, she’d almost convinced herself that the guys had had enough. That they’d wave goodbye and be glad they didn’t have to make excuses to get her gone.
    Their request, phrased with such emotion, nearly brought tears to her eyes. She dropped her head back on the chair and closed her eyes. She could give this…give them…a couple days. Savor this exquisite experience that left her body hot and twitchy, and her mind wanting another orgasm, or twelve. Nothing binding, no promises would have to be made. Reaching over, she picked up the house phone and pressed the button for the front desk. “Hi. I’d like to extend my stay. Is this suite available for another week?”
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    She woke at nine the next morning after the most restful sleep she’d ever had away from home. Once she’d reserved her suite for an additional seven days and had gone online and re-booked her flight a week out, she’d collapsed into bed wearing nothing but a smile.
    The morning sun peeked in through the space she’d left in the curtains. Today would be as unforgettable as last night. She imagined the men’s faces when she told them. After, they’d show her how happy they were by giving her a sticky, sweaty hour in bed.
    Megan showered and dressed in the only casual clothes she’d brought. Her gym clothes. Long, satiny black pants and a white T-shirt emblazoned with her character, Alpha Woman, in her red leather pants and bustier, holding her flaming spear.
    She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. With her hair wet and slicked back, no makeup, and junior department clothes, she looked five years younger than her thirty years. “Oh well.” It was either this, a dress, or a pantsuit. The guys would just have to deal with it until she could do some shopping.
    Nerves butterflied in her stomach when she picked up the phone and read the directions for dialing another room. When the phone started ringing, she seriously thought about hanging up. Until she heard a click.
    “Hello?”
    Trey’s voice reassured her, somehow.
    “Hi. It’s Megan.”
    “Hi.” He paused. “Are you still in Chicago?” His voice sounded tight.
    “Yes. I am.”
    He let out a huge breath. “Thank God. You have no idea…”
    She heard a clomp.
    “Sorry, let me text Garret while we talk.” He paused for a second. “You know, we were both up at four this morning. He wanted to sit in front of your door and tackle you if you came out with your suitcase.”
    Megan laughed, visualizing it and knowing that the impetuous star might just have done it, too.
    “Sweetheart.” His voice rolled low and comfortable. “I’m on my way.”
    “Here?”