Double Team: A Menage Romance Read online

  "No reason to be humble when you're honest, sugar. And you're not being honest with yourself."

  "Of course I'm honest," I sputter. "What in the world would I not be honest about?"

  Aiden gives me his crooked grin again. "That Noah and I are going to be professional or businesslike or friendly or whatever-the-hell."

  My eyes narrow. "You agreed."

  "Oh, I'll be appropriate – right up until you ask me not to be."

  I raise my eyebrows in disbelief. "You think I'm going to ask you to be inappropriate?"

  "I don't think so. I know so."

  "You're appallingly arrogant.”

  Aiden shrugs, nonplussed. "I'm honest."

  "And you honestly think I'm going to ask you to cross a line with me?" I fold my arms over my chest.

  "Yep." He grins. "Admit it. You've thought about me."

  "We want to hear you say it," Aiden commands, his fingers under my jaw as he tilts my head back toward him. His other hand pinches my nipple harder, sending a shock of pain through me - except that instead of hurting, it adds to the sensation. "Tell us how you want us to fuck you.”

  "I have not." I practically choke on the words, my mind consumed by the thought of what I’ve imagined Aiden doing to me.

  Aiden lets out a laugh, low under his breath. "Liar," he says softly as he leans close to me, his mouth near my ear. I shiver as the heat of his breath wafts over my skin, sending goose bumps across my body. "It's written all over your face. How did I do it when you thought about it? Did I pull up your skirt and bend you over the desk in your office? Was I on my knees with my tongue in your pussy?"

  I put my hand firmly against his chest, intending to push him immediately away, except it lingers for a second too long, my fingers pressing against his hard muscles. For a second, I think he's going to kiss me.

  Then, I want him to kiss me. I want him to pick me up and take me straight to the ranch house.

  I want him to do a million dirty things with me.

  No. I exhale heavily, stepping back from him. "No," I lie, my voice thick with lust. "I'm not going to ask you to cross a line. It's never going to happen."

  "Never?" Aiden asks.

  "That's right," I reiterate firmly.

  "That's a shame," he says. "How long has it been since you’ve been fucked, good and hard? I mean, really fucked. Like toe-curling, hair-pulling, back-scratching, break-the-bed and scream-down-the-walls fucked?"

  He asks the question like he's asking when's the last time I had scrambled eggs for breakfast, like this is a totally normal topic of conversation.

  The answer is never, by the way. As if I'm going to admit that to him.

  "Last week," I lie, attempting to sound breezy.

  Aiden arches one eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Last week?"

  "Yep."

  "Liar."

  "Could have happened."

  "Not a chance."

  "Of course it could have. You don't know."

  "Oh, I think I know when a woman is in need of a good fuck."

  "That's probably one of the most misogynistic things I've ever heard."

  "Don't know what that means, sugar tits.” He winks at me.

  I roll my eyes. "Classy."

  One of the camp counselors waves at us, heading in our direction, and Aiden grins. "I'm going to go be professional now."

  "It's always good to learn a new skill," I say.

  "Mr. Jackson," the camp counselor interrupts from yards away, waving him in her direction. Aiden turns to walk away when I realize he never answered that one question I asked.

  "Wait. What did you mean by competition?"

  Aiden turns around to face me. "Between Noah and I," he answers. "For you, obviously."

  "I'm not a prize," I call to his retreating figure.

  Aiden laughs. "Neither are we, sugar."

  18

  Noah

  "Oof,” Grace lets out a sigh under her breath as she rounds the corner in the hallway and collides with me. When she falls against my chest, my hands go automatically to her waist to keep her from falling.

  Score. I'm touching her again.

  I'm so distracted by the fact that I'm holding her, and she's looking at me the way she's looking at me right now, and by the fact that I want to kiss her, that it takes me a few seconds to register the cool wetness spreading across my stomach.

  Grace looks down at the bottle of chocolate syrup in her hands and then up at me. Chocolate sauce is splattered across her breasts, dotted on her shoulder, and dripping from her hair. A comparable amount of syrup is splashed on my shirt.

  "You're determined to ruin every article of clothing I wear, aren't you?" she asks.

  I can't hide the growl in my throat at the prospect of ruining all of Grace Sullivan’s clothing. "If that’s what it takes to get you out of your clothes, I'll go destroy your closet right now."

  "Is this your version of flirting?" she asks.

  My hand is still on her waist, the other on the small of her back. I should let her go. I'm sure Aiden is around here someplace – he disregarded the fact that I housed him with the camp counselors and helped himself to a room in the ranch house - and the last thing I want is a moment like this with Grace ruined by Aiden's stupid ass.

  But I've never been much good at doing what I should do. "Nope. This isn't flirting. Flirting would be if I licked the chocolate sauce off of you."

  Grace's eyes go big and her lips part before I even lean in close to her. What I'm about to do is the opposite of professional, yet I can't seem to resist this girl. She should be the last woman on Earth I'm attracted to – rich, privileged, powerful - even if she seems down-to-earth and charitable.

  My lips are close to her ear, yet she doesn't make a move to extricate herself from my arms. She doesn't turn away. In fact, I hear her sigh softly, the sound barely audible but so damn hot that it only encourages me. Leaning in closer, I put my lips on her neck, tasting a dab of chocolate syrup on her skin.

  This time, there’s no mistaking the sound that leaves her mouth as anything but absolutely sexual. She definitely moaned the second my lips touched her neck, that’s for sure. I slide my hands around her back, moving lower until I cup her curvy ass. My hands linger there and I pull her against my hardness.

  “Noah,” she whispers, pressing her hand against my chest. I can’t tell if she’s encouraging me or protesting.

  “Grace,” I echo. “I’m two seconds from picking you up and carrying you to my room and using the rest of that chocolate sauce to paint your naked body.”

  “Noah, I can’t- ”

  “You didn’t let me finish. Then I’m going to lick you from head to toe. Or toe to head. Either one. I’ll give you the choice.”

  Her cheeks flush pink, but she doesn’t move from my arms. She just looks up at me with big green eyes and perfectly lush lips that are practically begging to be kissed. “I… shouldn’t.”

  “Because it’s not professional?”

  “No. I mean yes. It’s not professional,” she protests. Then her voice drops to a whisper. “It's just that… I’m attracted to you and A-”

  “Hey Noah, I- ”

  Aiden. That fucker.

  Grace jumps away from me like she’s just been electrocuted. Aiden stands in the doorway looking at me through narrowed eyes, but I don’t give a shit whether he saw Grace and I together or not. In fact, I hope he saw us together, because I’m staking my claim on this girl.

  “I should go clean up,” Grace says quickly. “The chocolate sauce. Noah and I are into each other – I mean, we ran into each other.” She laughs nervously. “We forgot the chocolate bars for the s’mores for the kids outside. I found the chocolate syrup in your refrigerator. I thought it might work in a pinch.”

  A sly smile spreads across Aiden’s face. “Hey Noah, I was just trying to find you to tell you your package arrived.”

  “What package?”

  Aiden looks at me meaningfully, his eyebrows raised.