Bedding the Bachelors Box Set (Books 1-3) (11 page)

Which was exactly the response he'd been hoping for.

He hadn't been lying when he'd told her that unpredictability was key to good magic and good sex. It was also the key to getting Melina to lower her guard and stop those gigantic wheels in her mind from trying to analyze everything to death. God knew, if he was going to participate in her ridiculous sex experiment, he was going to enjoy every second of their time together.

He wanted the same for her. He wanted her relaxed and with her guard down, enjoying their time together instead of focusing on things like technique and statistics—each orgasm used as a marker of sexual prowess.

He almost snorted.

She actually thought she sucked in bed because he hadn't allowed himself release when the truth was he'd found more sexual pleasure giving her orgasms and having her sleep in his arms than he had in a long time. He hadn't been willing to go for the fast finish or self-induced hand job, because he'd wanted more with her. More kissing. More touching. More.

And now he'd have the opportunity, but only because she'd gotten it into her head that she needed tutoring. Ridiculous, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not this time.

She cleared her throat. “So, where are we going?” she asked, as if he hadn't already refused to answer her the four other times she'd asked.

He turned to look at her with a carefree grin. “That wouldn't exactly keep the mystery going now, would it?”

She pouted so adorably that he barely stopped himself from grabbing her chin and pulling her over for a kiss. It didn't take a genius to figure out that his Ladybug instinctively resisted anything that she couldn't control. He obviously needed to steer her mind to safer ground.

“How're your parents, by the way?”

The question wiped the pout off her mouth, and she sat back. “They're good. They're in China now, checking out the Great Wall.”

“We were there a couple of years ago. It was an amazing trip. They've been traveling for the last couple of years, right? And things are still good between them?”

“Sure, why wouldn't they be?”

He thought of all the fights his parents had gotten into while on the road, just another thing he'd had to learn to adjust to. “It's a miracle that my parents' marriage survived their touring. Sometimes I think they brought us along with them as a buffer just to keep their marriage intact.”

She shifted slightly in her seat, turning closer toward him instead of continuing to hug the door. “But your parents seem so compatible. I don't think I've ever seen them fight.”

He couldn't help his smirk. “Yes, but you only saw them at home. They're completely different on the road. You ever see that show
The Amazing Race
?”

“Sure. I love it actually. You're not saying…”

“All those pairs trying to navigate around foreign countries under intense pressure—that doesn't exactly bring out the best in them, right? Well, let's just say my mom shows a whole different side of herself when she's tired or hungry. And my dad seems to lose his ability to read her when he's distracted and on the road.”

“Was that hard for you? That they fought a lot?”

It had been, at one time. Until he'd realized it was just part of his parents' process. They fought on the road, and probably made up just as fiercely. Once he'd realized their love was solid enough to withstand the fighting, he'd stopped stressing about it. He, on the other hand, wasn't willing to put up with that kind of strife in his personal relationships.

“Rhys?”

Melina reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Affection washed over him. Melina was such a doll, with a generous heart and fierce loyalty. She would make some lucky guy a wonderful wife, some child a wonderful mother. For a moment, disappointment that he wouldn't be that husband, and that it wouldn't be their child, spiked through him. He squeezed her hand back and shot her a quick smile. “Sorry. I spaced there for a second. What did you ask?”

“How are they doing now?”

“They're learning to enjoy one another again, but they're still on the road with us about half the time. Dad's our manager, you know, and Mom's mentored each of our female stage assistants. They'll always be part of the act in that way.”

“Is that a drag for you and Max, when they're with you?”

He frowned when she pulled her hand away. When he glanced at her, she was looking out the window and blushing. His eyebrows shot up. Just what was his little Ladybug referring to? “Not at all. Why?”

“I can't imagine it's conducive to—” She waved her hand in a yada-yada circle. “You have a lot of women interested in you on the road. I'm not naïve enough to think that you don't take advantage of it.”

Internally, he winced. The last thing he wanted to discuss with Melina was his sex life, but because she was brave enough to ask, he forced himself to be honest. “It's hard not to. There are a lot of willing women. But it got old for me pretty quickly. Believe it or not, I'm often relieved when my parents are on tour with us. Gives me a great excuse to bow out of the nightlife and just hang with them.”

“It's nice,” she said wistfully, turning to face him again. “The relationship that you have with them.”

“What about your parents?” He hesitated, then asked the question he never thought he would. “Would you ever want to join them on the road?”

“They wouldn't want me to.”

He jerked in surprise. “You can't be serious. Your parents have always adored you. How can you say that?”

“Oh, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. Outwardly, they'd welcome me. But, really, I'd be a third wheel. I know they love me, but there's a bond between them. They wouldn't want me around.”

“Seriously?”

“It was only after I was grown and out of the house that my parents started traveling. Maybe that's when they truly felt they could be a couple. So I try not to intrude. Plus, I don't enjoy traveling all that much. It takes me away from work, and I like having a home base.”

More proof that he wasn't the right man for Melina. He didn't have a home base. Didn't even know what having one would feel like anymore.

He was tempted to ask her how much traveling she'd done. As far as he knew, she hadn't done much, and he'd always assumed that had been her choice. Now he wasn't so sure. Now he wondered if it was just that she hadn't wanted to travel alone. But it seemed to be a topic she didn't want to continue. And he wasn't sure he wanted to continue it either, given the melancholy look that had come across her face. “Once you were on your own, I thought your mom might start acting again.”

Melina's mother had been an up-and-coming actress right around the time she'd met Melina's father. Years ago, he'd rented one of her movies, amazed at how animated she'd been. Whenever he'd seen her as a kid, she'd been friendly but quiet. Serious. Far from the chirpy, flirty girl on the screen. Although she hadn't been as quiet or serious as a child, Melina had slowly adopted those traits as she'd grown up, and he'd felt more and more separated from her. He now wondered which of her mother's personas had been real versus an act. He already knew that Melina's quiet exterior hid something amazingly passionate, but that was a new discovery made only last night.

“No. She gave that world up a long time ago. She loved my father that much.”

Rhys wasn't sure why giving up her acting dreams was part and parcel of being with Melina's father, but he had to admit they were a good pairing. It was, in fact, hard to believe that Susan, Melina's mother, had ever been in show business. She'd adapted to academic life as if she'd been born to it. Their relationship had been completely different than Rhys's parents' because there didn't seem to be a lot of volatility to it. Melina's parents always worked together in sync, similar personalities that managed to converge into one unit. For the first time, he wondered exactly how it would feel to be the outsider in that relationship, when a daughter shouldn't ever be made to feel like an outsider. But that was clearly how Melina felt.

“So these willing women. How do they let their willingness be known?”

Something close to panic shot through him. “Um…I don't think we should really talk about that.”

“Why not? You now know intimate details about my sex life while I know nothing about yours.”

“All I know is that, up until last night, your choice in lovers was lousy.”

“Are you referring to your brother? Because I didn't exactly choose you, did I?”

He didn't miss the way she kept bringing up Max. She was using him as a shield, just as she had many times in the past. “You're here now, aren't you? And considering what we're going to be doing for the next two days, I'd say that you've definitely made a choice. Or have you changed your mind?”

She hesitated long enough for him to begin to sweat. Don't change your mind, he urged silently.
Not when I've only had a taste of what I've dreamed about for so long.

“No,” she whispered. “I haven't changed my mind. Not if you haven't. But I am here for a reason. So that means you have to answer my questions.”

Frustration made him clench his teeth, but he slowly relaxed his jaw. “It's usually a note passed to us by an usher. Sometimes they'll wait around until we're leaving the theater. One time—” He cleared his throat, then forced himself to be honest. “One woman actually found out where we were staying and walked up while I was having dinner. She, uh, made it pretty clear she wasn't wearing anything under her trench coat. Then she said she had a message for me. Drawn on her body with lipstick.”

Silence filled the car for several minutes, and he struggled for something to say. Screw honesty. He should have kept that last one to himself. “So, why don't we—”

“Well, the lipstick was certainly…overt. But that's what guys like, right? Did it work? Did you end up having sex with her?”

He tightened his fingers on the steering wheel. Without taking his eyes off the road, he answered quietly. “Yes. But that was a long time ago. When I was still reeling from the attention and thinking with my dick more than my brain.”

“Did she really have something written on her body with lipstick?”

He glanced over at her. “Yes.”

Her eyes widened and she blushed. “Was it something…explicit?”

Sighing, he shrugged. “Let's just say it involved an arrow and two short words.”

“Did you do what it said?” she whispered.

“No.”

“Why not?”

How could he explain that he simply he hadn't wanted to? That he never did unless he knew the woman well. Cared about her. Yet he'd had sex with her. It sounded so distasteful now. Made him cringe to imagine what Melina must think of him.

Before he could reply, she said, “I bet she went down on you, though, right?”

He gritted his teeth, then willed his muscles to relax. As much as he wanted to be for Melina, he'd never claimed to be perfect. If she was going to be with him, it would be all of him, flaws and all. Still, he didn't want to spend any more of their precious time together talking about something he barely even remembered now. So in his own way, that's what he set out to tell her. “Honestly, that entire night's pretty much a big blur now. One big red blur of Shanghai Crimson. Revlon, I believe.”

Holding his breath, he kept his gaze on the road. She was silent for so long, he finally turned and looked at her. Her face was blank of emotion, and he expected her to launch into a lecture about safe sex or women's rights. Instead, she burst out laughing.

Relieved, he reached out to caress her leg. She stiffened, and her gaze immediately locked onto his hand. He stroked her in a soft, soothing motion. “Like I said, that was a long time ago, Melina. I'm much more discerning about who I'm with now.”

Her expression grew serious. “Unless it's an old friend who's sneaked into your hotel room.”

“
Especially
when it's an old friend who's sneaked into my hotel room. Believe me, seeing you lying in my bed turned me on more than that woman ever did.”

“You don't have to—”

He squeezed her knee warningly. “I'm serious.”

She shrugged. “Sure. Whatever.”

Turning back to the window, she clearly communicated that their conversation was over. He let her shut him out for a bit, but he kept his hand on her leg, reminding her with his touch that he wasn't going anywhere.

About thirty minutes later, he caught the yawn she tried to stifle. “We're going on a bit of a drive. Why don't you go ahead and go to sleep?”

She shook her head. “I can keep you company.”

“You will be keeping me company. Besides, you're going to need your rest.”

Her eyes rounded. “What are we going to do?”

He shot her a wicked grin. “Patience, baby. I'll reveal the class outline when we get to where we're going.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you trying to be funny?”

He slid his hand just a fraction higher on her leg, and she gasped. Just as he'd hoped, she reached out and grabbed his hand with her own. Satisfied, he tightened his hold on hers, resting their linked hands on her knee. “Just rest. I promise, you'll know everything in just a couple of hours.”