Bedding The Wrong Brother (Dalton Brothers Novels) (15 page)

“But you said you wanted to play—”

“Playing can wait.”  She swallowed and forced herself to say it.  “I’ve wanted you for so long.  On top of me.  Inside me.  If that’s what you want—”

He took one of her hands and slid it inside his trunks, covering her fingers with his until she was grasping him tightly.  Moving her hand, he started a smooth, steady friction that made his eyes close and his head fall back.  “I want.” 

“Then take me,” she whispered.

With a rough groan, he stood, pushed down his swimsuit, and lunged for the bedside table where he removed a small square packet.  Ripping it open, he slipped the condom over himself and then came on top of her.  She welcomed him, arms and thighs opened wide, and he sunk onto her. 

Sinking into her wasn’t quite as easy.

He pushed the head of his penis against her, groaning as her tight muscles slowly allowed him inside.  Inch by inch he took her, eyes open now, staring into her soul and refusing to let her look away.  When he gave a final heavy push, sinking into her all the way, her mewl of pleasure mixed melodically with his deep-throated groan.   

Immediately, he started a shallow thrusting that steadily increased in speed and impact.

“Rhys?” she gasped when he hit a spot inside her she’d never known existed.  Apparently, Rhys didn’t need any help finding her g-spot. 

He kissed her lightly, a teasing brush of his lips that had her arching to get closer to him.  “You feel so good.  Just as I’ve always imagined.”

The idea that he might have imagined this before brought tears to her eyes.  She gripped his shoulders tighter even as her internal muscles clenched around the thick rod inside her.  The drag of his cock against her sensitive nerves pushed her so high so fast it left her stunned.  Marveling at this man’s ability to destroy her at the same time he renewed, replenished, and recharged her.  “I’m going to come, Rhys,” she wailed, not wanting to leave him behind again.

His thrusts came even faster now.  “Come, baby.  I’ll be right there with you.”

And he was.  Together, they groaned and shuddered, muscles tightening and clenching, breath heaving, fingers grasping as they took each other over the edge.  And just like before, when she came down from the pinnacle, she was in Rhys’s arms, shivering and whispering his name.  This time, however, her mind didn’t form her favorite fantasy.

It didn’t have to.

Her fantasy was in her arms, pushing back her hair and whispering the sweetest words she’d ever thought to hear.  Feeling her heart expanding with love for him, she tried to pull back.  To protect herself while she still could.   

“So does this count as something you told me you liked,” she gasped, taking a deep breath before she could continue.  “—or something I came up with on my own?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” he whispered.  “All I know is I want to do it again.  And again—”  He kissed her ear and worked his way down to her shoulder, continuing the kisses as he repeated the words over and over.  “And again.”

***

For the rest of the evening, “again” and “more” became Rhys’s personal mantra. Melina engraved the words in her memory, cherishing them but also taking them as a challenge.  Part of her never wanted him to stop saying those words, so she pushed herself to do things she’d never been comfortable with.

First, remembering a scene from Sex In The City, she straddled him.  With her back arched and her hands raised above her head, she rode him so fast and so hard that her breasts bounced.  Well, not quite.  Samantha’s breasts had bounced on the show.  In real life, Melina’s breasts just jiggled.   Still, given Rhys’s response, jiggling definitely worked for him.

Next, she resumed their alphabet game, breathing out a new word in time to his deep, languid strokes, and eventually cursing him when he refused to let her orgasm until she finished.  He laughed and pressed her hips down, controlling her movements, and she almost panicked when she got to “X.”  Somehow, she came up with “xenerotica,” the act of getting turned on by strangers.  Then, when she got to “Z,” he reached down and touched her where they were joined.  She came apart, screaming “zelophilia” so loud she barely heard his own groans of pleasure.  He collapsed next to her, struggling for breath. 

“Zelophilia?” he asked skeptically. 

“Sexual arousal from jealousy,” she breathed back. 

“How—?” 

Turning on her side, she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, smoothing her fingers over his muscular chest.  “My friend Lucy is a Scrabble fanatic.”

They took a break for dinner, munching on more of the savories that Rhys had packed for lunch before he started a fire.  Now they sat on the couch, Melina practically in his lap and Rhys playing with her hair.  Enveloped in a soft blanket, she stared at the fire, wondering what part of the day would become her favorite fantasy once the weekend was over.

“You went somewhere,” he said.  “What’s wrong?”

She jolted, stunned that he would pick up on her change of mood so quickly.  Forcing herself to smile, she shook her head.  “Nothing.  I just realized I never got to tie you up.  Or down, for that matter.”

His hand stilled.  “So what’s stopping you?” 

She kissed his shoulder.  “I’m not sure I have that kind of energy right now.  Can we try tomorrow, maybe?”

Blowing out a beleaguered sigh, he shrugged.  When he spoke, his voice was tight.  “I can’t make any promises about that.”

Fear had her heartbeat racing.  Pulling away, she sat up, searching his face.  “I’m sorry.  If you want to, we can do it now. I just thought we could—”

He shook his head and cupped her face in his hands.  “I was kidding, Melina.”

Closing her eyes in relief, she slapped his shoulder.  “I knew that.”

“You did, huh?”  He pulled her back into his arms so that her back rested against his chest and his chin nudged the top of her head.   He took a deep breath.  “You still use the shampoo your mom made for you.”

“Mmm.  I guess I’m just a creature of habit.”  She peered up at him.  “Although you’re certainly changing that.”

“I haven’t changed anything,” he said seriously.  “You’re still the same person you were.  You’re just giving yourself permission to be who you really are.”

“Hmm.  Well, one thing’s for sure.  I never thought I’d get here.”

“Here?”

“In your—I mean, one of the
Dalton twin’s
arms,” she clarified in a panic. 

Rhys stiffened. 

She cringed. 

Holy moly.  Had she actually said that?  Not only did she almost reveal how she felt about Rhys, but she’d pretty much implied he and Max were interchangeable. Remembering what he’d said about the woman in the trench coat and lipstick wanting him for his stage persona, rather than himself, she shook her head and wrenched around to face him.  “I mean—”

Rhys released her and stood.  The frown on his face confirmed that he’d taken her words in the worst light possible.

“So were you thinking of me or Max the whole time?” he said. 

“Rhys, I’m sorry.  That’s not—”

“Maybe you switched back and forth depending on what we were doing?  Tell me, was it me you were riding like a wild bronco, or was it my brother?”

She stood, pulling the blanket around her when his hard gaze swept down her naked body.  For the first time, she saw disgust in his eyes.  She reached out, cringing when he pulled away, “That’s not what I meant, Rhys.  Honest.  Please don’t think that.”

“I don’t know why I’m surprised,” he said.  Raking his hands through his hair, he laughed, a bitter, rancorous sound.  “You’ve always preferred Max’s company to mine.  Hell, you asked him for a sexual favor.  Was it really because of what your boyfriend said, or had it just been a long time for you?  Need an itch scratched?  Call Max.  And heck, if he can’t do it, there’s always Rhys.”

Feeling like she was suddenly traversing a minefield, Melina said, “No, that’s not—”

Rhys snorted.  “No?  Come on, Melina, you just said it yourself.  Either one of us would have done the trick.  Apparently, nothing’s changed in twelve years.”  He turned away, stalking toward his bedroom. 

Stunned, Melina stared at his broad back and tight behind, not sure what had just happened.  When his reference to that night twelve years ago registered, however, she narrowed her eyes.  “You—you big jerk!” she cried. 

Rhys froze and slowly turned toward her.  “You big jerk?” he taunted.  “You pulled out “xenerotica” and “zenophilia,” but that’s the best thing you can come up with?”  He strode toward her, the look on his face making her back up in spite of herself.  “Come on, Melina.  You can do better than that.  You’re a master with words, right?”

“Stop,” she whispered, torn apart by the nastiness in his tone. 

He took hold of her arms then released them, his touch hovering as if he wanted to shake her but was fighting not to.  “Come on, you used the words ‘cock’ and ‘dick’ before.  How about ‘asshole?’  That’s always a good one.”

“Why are you so angry?” she said.  “I know what I said sounded bad, but you know I’ve always loved you.”

He backed away.  “You know what?  I don’t need that kind of love.  At least the women who want to fuck me for my fame are honest about their motives.  You had to pull the pity card to get one of us in your bed.” 

She jerked back, too stunned to form a come back.

By the look on his face, he’d managed to stun himself.

He reached out for her.  “Oh, shit.  I’m sorry, Melina.  I didn’t mean—”

She shoved him away with both hands, managing to knock him back a step.  “You…you prick!”  Blinded by tears, she whirled and tried to run, but her legs got caught up in the blanket and she tripped, falling to the floor.  Stunned more than hurt, she flopped around, trying to free her arms and legs so she could get away.     

He crouched down next to her, trying to help her.  She slapped his hands away.  “Don’t touch me,” she screamed.

“I’m sorry I said that, Melina.  I’m sorry I blew up at all.  Will you please listen to me?  Please?”

Since he was crowding her and she was shaking so hard that she couldn’t get to her feet, she sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees, squeezing them to her chest. In the back of her mind, she remembered she’d started all this with her poor choice of words.  Somehow, however, his anger and hostility—something she’d never faced before—wouldn’t allow her to soften. 

“Fine.  But the minute you’re done, I’m leaving.”  She focused her gaze on the corner of the blanket.  Idiot, she thought.  She’d known if she ever let herself believe in him that things would end badly.  And now she had to live the rest of her life knowing exactly what she was missing.

He nodded.  “Okay.  If that’s what you want, I’ll drive you back.”

“I’ll drive myself back,” she snapped.  “You can figure out how to get to…to wherever you’re going next on your own.”

“Okay.”  He held out his hands.  “Okay, fine.”  Slowly, he lowered himself to the floor, sitting in front of her.  He dipped his head, trying to get her to look at him.  “First, I apologize for what I said.  I swore I’d never hurt you deliberately, and I did.  Will you accept my apology?”

Still refusing to look at him, she shrugged, refusing to say more.

“What you said about wanting to be with one of the Dalton twins, it obviously pressed a big button of mine.”

 She traced the grain on a plank of hardwood.  “I didn’t mean it the way it sounded,” she said grudgingly. 

“Okay, but you can see how I mistook your meaning, can’t you?  And why it might bother me, that you just saw me as a sexual substitute for my brother?”

Forcing herself to look up, she nodded.  “Yes.  I can see that, and I tried to apologize right away and explain.”

“I know you did.  I accept your apology.  Will you explain now?”

She saw the genuine regret on his face and felt it herself.  She hated the idea of hurting Rhys or of him being mad at her, but she couldn’t cave either.  Not without some sort of explanation.  “First, I want to know what you meant about me not having changed in twelve years.”

He hesitated briefly.  “I meant the way you kissed Max in the gazebo, when I’d asked you to meet me there.  I know it was a one-time thing, but I’ve always viewed that as you exchanging one Dalton twin for the other.”

Amazed, she straightened.  “And how do you think I felt about Trisha?  There I was, waiting for you for over an hour, thinking you were going to finally…and you were making out with her the whole time.  I didn’t exchange Max for you.  He was just trying to make me feel better. That’s why he kissed me.  And I’m sorry if that bothers you, but given what you’d done, I don’t think you have a right to point fingers at anyone.”

Rhys shook his head, confusion creasing his forehead.  “What do you mean, I was making out with Trisha the whole time?  I never made out with her.”

Abruptly hiking the blanket to her thighs, Melina jumped to her feet.  “Why are you lying?”

Getting to his feet more slowly, Rhys strode past her and into his bedroom.

She watched him in disbelief.  “Where are you—”

Before she could finish the question, he was back, pulling on a pair of shorts with stiff, jerky movements.  “Did Max tell you I was making out with Trisha?”

She hugged her arms to her chest, not knowing what to think.  “Yes.  Are you telling me you weren’t?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”

She pulled the blanket tighter around her.  “But why would Max lie?”

“I’ve got a pretty good idea.”  Rhys threw his hands up in the air and began pacing.  “No wonder he felt so bad afterward.  Telling me it was nothing.  That he’d initiated it.  That I shouldn’t let it stop me from telling you how I feel.”  Coming to a stop, he pointed his finger at her for emphasis.  “I sent Max out to tell you why I was late.  I caught Trisha throwing up in the bathroom.  Caught her making herself throw up.  You know how obsessed she was with staying thin.  Well, she freaked when I caught her.  Thought I would tell her parents, and I sat down with her, telling her that’s exactly what she should do.  When she’d calmed down and finally agreed, I was walking her out when I saw you kissing Max.  Then you just left.  When I tried to talk to you, you—”