Finding Her Fantasy (14 page)

Marcus’s chuckle made her grin.

“Do you want to explain to me why you never said anything about Clark?” she asked.

“I guess Erik told you.”

“We had a little scare with a snake. He and Jon were being cautious.”

“I just didn’t trust the guy, Mel. Still don’t. He stalked you after you guys broke
up. I told the men following you to let Clark know they were there. I was hoping once
he saw the protection around you, he would go away, but he didn’t. You know him better
than any of us. Do you think he would do something to you?”

“A few days ago I would’ve said no. I even said no earlier at lunch, but now I realize
that I really didn’t know him at all. It was all a front and lies. I have no idea
what he might do, Marcus.”

Jon’s hand tightened on her leg, but he remained quiet, silently sending her his support
and comfort—a move that endeared him to her even more.

“Have you found him yet?” she asked.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Marcus said softly. “He’s in Belize.”

Melinda’s heart almost stopped. She sat up and stared warily around the grounds. Her
stare caught a tall figure as he moved through the thick growth of tropical plants
to the right of the house. She gasped softly, but when he moved from the shadows and
into the stream of light from the setting sun, she sighed a little in relief. It was
Erik, apparently checking the grounds.

“Mel,” Marcus said loudly into the phone, making her jump.

She sat back against the lounge. “I’m sorry. I’m here. I just saw Erik in the yard,
and it startled me.”

“Are you alone?” her brother asked.

“No. Jon’s here.”

“Make sure you’re with one of them at all times, Mel,” Marcus ordered. “Don’t go anywhere
alone.”

“I know. I won’t.”

“Good. I’m going to see if I can find out exactly where in Belize he is. In the meantime,
stay there.”

Melinda rolled her eyes. “I got it, Marcus.”

“Okay. I’ll talk to you later.”

Melinda hit the button to end the call, then looked through her lashes at Jon. “Can
we close up the house?” she asked.

The doors and windows had been open the entire time she’d been here. If Clark was
truly after her, that wasn’t safe.

“Erik’s taking care of that now.”

She sighed and stared out over the beach. “I hate to lose this breeze, but…it wouldn’t
be safe.” She shook her head as the anger inside her grew. “I can’t believe I have
to hide like this from him. Is he ever going to go away and leave me alone?”

“He will once Erik and I get done with him,” Jon replied with enough conviction that
Melinda truly believed he could make it happen.

* * * *

Melinda watched as Erik secured the last French door. She should’ve felt safe, but
instead she felt nervous. Every shadow in the yard was scrutinized; every thump startled
her. It hadn’t gone unnoticed either, by Jon or Erik.

As soon as she’d gotten off the phone with her brother, she’d grabbed a robe and wrapped
it around her. She’d expected Erik to say something, but he’d let it slide. It was
as though he understood her need to not let that asshole see her naked. Not ever again.

Jon came up behind her and gave her tense shoulders a squeeze. She jumped and glanced
back at him over her shoulder.

“It’s just me, baby.”

He placed a soft kiss on the side of her head, making her insides turn to mush.

“You’re going to scare yourself to death if you don’t relax,” he added.

Erik studied her closely from his position by the French door. “I wish we could’ve
kept you in the dark about this.”

She shook her head stubbornly, trying to ignore the way his white shirt hung open,
giving her a glimpse of his muscular, tan chest. All she could think about when he
looked like that was smoothing her hands over those incredible pecs.

“No. I’m glad you told me. I needed to know so I can be careful. Otherwise, the two
of you might’ve pissed me off to the point I took a long walk to get away from you.”

Erik’s lips lifted in an amused smirk. “You may have tried.”

“Do you think shutting up the house will alert him that we know he’s here?” she asked.

Erik snorted. “I’m not sure I care at this point. At the moment, if I could get my
hands around the fucker’s neck, I could guarantee he wouldn’t be bothering you, or
any other woman, in the future.”

“Oh. Scary Erik is sexy,” Melinda purred, trying to lighten the tension in the room.

She heard Jon’s chuckle behind her. “Erik’s the mean one,” Jon murmured in her ear.

“You know. I’ve noticed that.” She smiled at Jon over her shoulder.

“Mean, huh?” Erik drawled.

Melinda glanced back at him and didn’t miss the spark of devilment in his stare.

“Yes,” she replied. “You were very mean earlier. How could you flog me and not let
me come?”

Erik’s lips twitched. “You think that was mean? You haven’t seen anything yet.”

She actually took a step backward, putting herself closer to Jon, as though silently
seeking his protection. “I didn’t mean that as a challenge.”

“I took it as one,” Erik replied.

Erik watched Melinda’s pupils dilate and her face flush a bright pink. He loved how
she fought her growing desire, determined to not let him see what that small trickle
of fear did to make her even hotter. Just in the short time they’d been together,
he’d learned to read her.

Jon had said the same thing earlier in their office, while Melinda had been out on
the deck. They both were developing feelings for her but neither knew exactly what
they were just yet.

All Erik knew was that watching her earlier had been incredible. Jon had said it was
all he could do not to take her. Erik had to agree. But with Melinda, it wasn’t just
about the sex. He enjoyed spending time with her, even just holding her.

She still hadn’t had both of them at once, and although Erik enjoyed having Jon watch,
he wasn’t sure yet how he would feel watching Jon touch her. He’d never been jealous
before, never had to deal with the possibility of Jon being a threat, but then again,
he’d never had feelings for a girl they’d played with either. Not like this.

Erik always thought love would be a slow build. He’d known Melinda for a while and
had always liked her, been attracted to her even, but he’d kept his distance out of
respect for her brother. Then she’d gotten involved with that prick, Clark.

He’d assumed his chance was over, if there’d ever been one at all, but the second
Marcus had called him and asked if he and Jon would take Melinda out of the country
for a while and help her get her confidence back, he’d jumped at the chance. Maybe
even too eagerly, if the truth were known.

Erik stood still and watched as Jon loosened the ties of her robe. The soft pink silk
looked good against her skin, highlighting her tan. He wanted to run over and rip
it off her, kiss every inch of her naked flesh. Instead, he held his spot, watching
with interest as Jon slowly opened the material, revealing her perky breasts and shaved
mound.

“Pretty little thing, isn’t she?” Jon murmured as he slowly drew his fingers around
her erect nipples.

Melinda licked her lips and her eyes drooped in heavy-lidded desire.

“Yes,” Erik agreed softly.

Her gaze lifted to his. The doubt and insecurities he’d seen when she first arrived
had all but disappeared. She knew they found her attractive. They told her at every
opportunity. Erik never wanted to see her shrink in on herself again.

“Remove the robe, Jon,” Erik ordered. “I want to see all of her.”

Her eyes moved to the windows, and Erik instantly knew she worried over someone seeing
in.

“Stop, Melinda,” Erik said. Her gaze flicked back to his as her robe landed in a puddle
around her feet. “Don’t worry about him another second. He’s not worth your time.”

Jon kissed the side of her neck, and she tilted her head but kept her gaze glued to
Erik’s. The sight of Jon’s hands on her body didn’t upset him like he thought it might.
Instead, it fueled his lust for her.

“Keep your thoughts on me and Jon. No one else,” he murmured. “Do you understand?”

She licked her lips and nodded as Jon buried his fingers in her hair and tugged her
head to the side, forcing her to look at him over her shoulder. “I’ve been dying to
get my hands on you ever since I watched Erik eat your pussy earlier.”

“Are you going to eat my pussy, too?” she asked.

Jon smiled. “Baby, I’m going to eat you everywhere, and then I’m going to fuck you
senseless.”

“We both are,” Erik added.

He watched the pink in Melinda’s cheeks darken and her nipples pucker into hard little
buds. The image made Erik’s cock harden behind his jeans, making clothes very uncomfortable.
With a quick glance toward the darkening grounds outside, he pushed away from the
French door and headed to the stairs.

“Bring her upstairs, Jon.”

He didn’t wait for a response, just headed to his room to light some candles. In a
way, he hoped Clark was outside, watching. Then he would see that Melinda was now
theirs. And if Erik had anything to say about it, would always be theirs.

*

Melinda followed Jon up the stairs on wobbly legs that barely kept her upright. Jon
held her hand. His warm fingers wrapped around hers and held firm as he pulled her
up the stairs behind him.

He didn’t have to hold so tight. She had no intention of running anywhere. Instead,
she had an insane desire to run toward them. She wanted to spend the night wrapped
in both their arms.

Erik scorched her. Jon melted her. If she had to choose, could she?

She came to a stop at the top of the stairs. Jon turned to look at her, an expression
of concern pulling at his brow.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she lied.

She had no business thinking about them in the forever sense. Neither had said anything
about love, and besides that, it had only been a few days. Despite knowing them before
this, love didn’t and shouldn’t come that quickly. That’s how she’d gotten into the
mess with Clark.

“Nervous?” he asked softly.

“A little,” she replied. “Neither one of you are very small.”

Jon chuckled and pulled her into his arms. “Trust me, sweetheart. We won’t force you
to do anything you’re not ready for.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “That
doesn’t mean, though, that we won’t push your buttons.”

Her lips twitched slightly as she snuggled closer to his chest and let the cotton
of his shirt brush over her nipples. He pulled away, taking the touch, as well as,
the warmth of his body and headed down the hall toward Erik’s bedroom.

Candlelight flickered over the walls and reflected in the glass of the windows and
now-closed French door. She missed the sound of the ocean, the cool night breeze that
flowed through the house, but she needed the precautions. The last thing she wanted
was to find her ex standing over her bed in the middle of the night.

Stop thinking about him.

She wanted to think about Erik and Jon instead. She thought about running her fingers
through their black hair and staring into their heavenly blue eyes, kissing Erik’s
pecs and Jon’s washboard abs. She thought of them both moving inside her, and the
muscles of her channel quivered in response.

Could she take them both at once? She had no idea, but was certainly open to try.

“Wow,” she whispered as she caught sight of a naked Erik by the bed, turning down
the covers.

His cock was already hard, the thick, bulbous head slick with precum. She wanted to
lick it away.

Jon moved around her and as he did, began taking off his shirt. Her gaze drifted over
his strong shoulders and back as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them off his lean
hips along with his boxers. His firm ass bunched and rippled as he bent to pick up
the denim and then toss them off to the side.

He turned to grin at her. “Don’t want you tripping over those.”

One side of her mouth twitched upward. Yeah, face-planting in front of the two of
them probably wouldn’t be very sexy.

She wasn’t sure what to do. Lie on the bed? Entice them somehow? Why was she so nervous
all of a sudden?

This had gone beyond just sex. Her emotions, her heart were getting involved and that
probably wasn’t a good thing.

“Stop overthinking things,” Erik ordered.

She frowned. “How do you know I was even thinking at all?”

Erik nodded toward her hands. She glanced down and realized she’d been wringing them.
With a flush heating her cheeks, she dropped her hands to her sides.

“Oh,” she mumbled.

Erik’s lips twitched slightly, but it was Jon who walked toward her and cupped her
cheeks in his warm palms. He brushed one thumb softly over her lower lip before dipping
his head and swiping his mouth across hers. A shiver of delight shimmied up her spine
at the light touch.

Jon was the gentle one—the sweet one. Erik could be sweet, too, but he had a rough
side that made her scream. Jon had a slow, seductive side that made her melt.

She parted her lips and he swept his tongue inside. Her long, soft moan got lost in
his kiss as he plundered her mouth with gentle sweeps of his tongue.

Her hands, which had been resting at Jon’s waist, were tugged away. Erik pulled her
hands behind her and clasped her wrists together just above her hips. He held them
tight in his grasp, giving her no choice but to accept whatever Jon had in mind for
her. The move forced her back to arch, pressing her breasts against Jon’s chest and
sending an array of lustful sparks straight to her womb.

Jon continued to kiss her, turning her mind and body to mush. He lowered his hands
and cupped her breasts. He kneaded them gently and she moaned, arching her back even
more. He rewarded her by pinching and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Melinda groaned into his kiss. Her body heated and ached, desperate for more.