Bedding The Wrong Brother (Dalton Brothers Novels) (11 page)

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.”

For a moment, their gazes held, and he brought her hand up to his mouth to kiss it.  “Now close those beautiful eyes and sleep, ladybug.”  

He almost chuckled out loud at the way her eyes widened again.  Leaning her head back, she stared at him while he focused on the road.  He felt her gaze on him and rubbed his thumb in slow circular movements against the back of her hand.  Within minutes, he felt her begin to relax.  Within ten, she’d closed her eyes.  And within twenty, her soft steady breathing told him she’d gone to sleep.

Gently, he brought their raised hands back to his lips for another soft kiss.

*** 

When Melina awoke, she was in the passenger seat of her car, and she was alone.  Jolting up, she frantically searched for Rhys and immediately saw him standing near the front of the car, talking to a bearded man in a baseball cap.  Pulling down the visor, she checked herself in the mirror, wincing at the sight that looked back at her. 

Her glasses were askew, her hair limp, no make up on her face.  But the men had turned toward her, and Rhys was motioning her outside and she’d feel like an absolute fool if she didn’t go out and greet them.  So she straightened her glasses, took a deep breath, and opened the car.

“Melina, this is my friend, Rod.”  Rhys gestured to the weathered, two-story building behind them.  Beyond it, a long dock floated over a peaceful lake surrounded by tall redwood trees.  “Rod owns the Holiday Harbor store.  Rod, this is Melina.”

She held out her hand.  “A pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine.”  Ignoring her proffered hand, Rod pulled her in for a deep bear hug.  “It’s great to finally meet you.  I’ve heard a lot about you from the Dalton family over the years.”

Flushed with pleasure, Melina smoothed back her hair.  “Th—that’s nice.”  She peeked up at Rhys, and he tucked his hand around her waist and pulled her closer.   At first, she held herself slightly apart from him as he continued to talk to Rod, but then she relaxed, allowing herself to sink into him.  He looked down and smiled at her in approval.

“Rod checks in on the place when I’m not around.  I was just getting the low down on the lake.  The water’s been pretty low this year, but last month’s rain has got it back up to boating levels.  Rod’s got a patio boat he lets me use when I’m here.”

“Where is here?”

“Lake Shasta.  About thirty minutes north of Redding.”

“I—I didn’t realize you had a place here.”

“It’s something I bought a few years back.”

“Oh.”  Her implication was clear from her tone.  They hadn’t talked enough in the last few years for her to know much of anything about him.  But she was surprised Max hadn’t said anything about it.

“Do you own it with Max?”

Rhys tensed for a moment.  “Nope.  This is something that I did completely on my own.  Max has come up a few times, but he gets a little antsy when he’s here.  He’s not much for roughing it.”

“Somehow I can’t see you roughing it much either.”

Rod chuckled.  “She’s got your number, Rhys.  But he does surprising well while he’s here.  He’s got some good survival skills, not that you’ll be needing them much.  Rhys’s house is great.  It just took him awhile to get it in habitable shape.”

Rhys remodeled a house?  He obviously had more skill with his hands than she’d thought.  Flushing at her thoughts, she blurted, “Is there a restroom here I can use?”

“Use the one in the restaurant.  It’s nicer than the open restroom by the lake.”

She nodded.  “Thank you.”  She rushed into the building, acutely aware of the men’s gazes on her.  She walked through a little store on the way to the restaurant bathroom, noting the souvenirs and water products for sale.  When she was done, she retraced her steps, stopping when a rack of bathing suits caught her eye.  Biting her lip, she stared at a white halter-top bikini that was prominently displayed.  

If they were going to be staying here a few days and Rhys wanted to go swimming she’d need something, wouldn’t she?  She could just see him trying to convince her to go skinny dipping, and she wasn’t sure she could actually go through with that.  Still…

She flipped through the suits on the rack.  There were several one-pieces that looked just like the one she had at home.  Modest.  Flattering.  But her eyes kept straying to the white two-piece.  She’d never had the guts to wear a bikini before, but hadn’t Rhys said being unpredictable was sexy?  Maybe this was her chance to prove what a good student she was.  Before she could change her mind, she picked it up. 

“Would you like to keep the hanger?” the cheerful teenager behind the register asked. 

“Um.  No thanks.”  She handed the girl two twenty-dollar bills.

“I love this suit.  I wore it in black just the other day.”

Melina briefly closed her eyes.  Of course the girl would wear a bikini.  She was tall, slim, and had the curves to fill out the swimsuit the way it was meant to be.  Melina tried to picture herself wearing the bikini while standing next to this girl’s similarly dressed form.  Her stomach clenched in horror. 

Her hand whipped out to grab the bikini back just as the girl held it out.  “Here you go.  Have a great day.”

Melina stared at the skimpy swatches of fabric, no longer sure the bottom half would cover all that needed to be covered.  “You know, I didn’t know you had this in black.  I think I should wait until you get that in.” 

The girl frowned.  “Oh.  I’m sorry, but the bathing suits aren’t returnable.”

“Sure.  But I just bought it,” Melina explained with a bright smile.  “It’s not like I went out and wore it.”

“Well—”

“How about I just exchange it then?”  She grabbed a black one-piece from the rack.  “This’ll do for now.  And look, it’s on sale, right?”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Then I’ll take it. You can even keep the difference.”

The girl looked nervously at the door that led outside.  “I don’t know.  I guess I could talk to Rod.  Explain you changed your mind.  Why don’t I go out and—”

“No!” Melina yelled in a panic, causing the girl to jerk.  “I mean, I don’t want to be a bother.  I guess I’ll take the white bikini after all.”  She stuffed the thing in her purse and headed for the door.  “Thanks,” she called.  Before she could change her mind, she rushed back to where Rhys and Rod were still talking.

What had she been thinking?  She’d never worn a bikini in her life, let alone a white one.  She couldn’t even wear white pants without it looking like her hips had expanded by several inches.  The one-piece would have been safer.  But, she reminded herself, that would also have been so predictable of her.  Give yourself some props for bravery, she urged herself.

“Your store and restaurant are very nice,” she said a bit breathlessly to Rod.  “We’ll definitely have to come back sometime.”

“I’d like that.”  Rod beamed at them.  Inside, Melina was aghast.  Had she just implied that she and Rhys would be back sometime in the future?  Together?  As in a regular couple?  She opened her mouth to correct her mistake, but Rhys put an arm around her shoulder and squeezed.  Once more, his expression radiated approval, which confused her even as it made her heart fill with joy.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Melina.  You take care of your man here, you hear?”

Her gaze still on Rhys, she saw the flush stain his cheeks.  The thought that he might be a little thrown by what was happening between them calmed her nerves.  Take care of Rhys?  That was exactly what she was here to do, wasn’t it? 

So what if she’d never worn a white bikini?  Who cared if she never wore the one she’d just bought?  She could pretend she was the type of woman who would wear it, right?  Doing just that, she lowered her lids and tried to put her breathlessness to work.  “Oh, I definitely will take care of him,” she murmured.

Both Rod and Rhys looked pole-axed, and an enticing ripple of power thrummed through her.  Suppressing a smile, she turned and walked back to the car, putting a little extra swing into her hips.  When she glanced back, Rhys’s eyes were planted firmly on her behind.   

Rhys had failed to tell her one thing about thumbing one’s nose at the tried and true.  It was as much a turn on to the seducer as it was to the person being seduced.

She climbed into the car and patted her large purse.  She’d almost panicked back there, but buying the stupid bikini had changed her.  It was like a sexy little secret that only she knew about.  Even if all she did was
act
like the type of woman who could wear the thing, no one would be the wiser.  And it would be worth it to see that look on Rhys’s face again, a combination of surprise and approval, mixed in with a whole lot of desire. 

When Rhys got back behind the wheel, he smiled.  “Ready to go?”

She placed her hand high on his thigh and squeezed. 

He gasped, stared at her hand, and then looked up at her.  She kept her eyes wide and innocent.  “I’m ready for anything.  The question is, are you?”

With a deep breath and a slightly dazed expression, he started the car and pulled back on the road.  Melina leaned back in her seat and smiled.  No one could ever accuse her of being anything other than a fast learner. 

*** 

Rhys was so aroused by the gentle pressure of Melina’s hand on his thigh that he was afraid he was going to pass out.  As he pulled up to the property, however, his nerves somehow managed to overshadow his lust.

He tried telling himself he was being ridiculous.  He’d never brought a woman here, true, but it wasn’t like he was trying to impress Melina with the house.  There was nothing grand about it.  It wasn’t even on the lake, although the water was just a few short minutes drive away.   The house was pre-manufactured, but it had been in such sorry shape that Rhys had had to rebuild about a third of it.  Given his touring schedule, he didn’t have all that much time to devote to it, but when he did, he worked with utter devotion.  He loved puttering around this place.  It was as much of a home base as he’d had since he was a kid.  He just didn’t get here nearly often enough.  And while he sometimes called on Max or Rod to help him out with a job or two, for the most part he enjoyed being by himself.