The Good Girl In My Bed (Dangerous Desire Book 2) (13 page)

Once.

A tsunami of nervous disbelief rolled through Sami. She gaped at her mechanic, mouth dry, pulse pounding.

What the hell?

What the fucking
hell
?

Eli chuckled, the sound at once smug and humored. “Done.”

Sami swallowed. Oh God, how would she get herself out of this madness?

Get yourself out? Is that what you really want?

Pulse doing its best to punch a hole in her throat, she returned her stare to the American.

He studied her, lips curled in an insufferable smirk.

“Unless,” he said, lifting his eyebrows in a mocking show of realization, “you were only trying to bluff us? Perhaps
you’re
not enough
woman
to handle us both?”

Infuriated determination flooded Sami. She snapped her spine straight. “Your lips. My arse. Fuck-knuckle.”

He laughed. “I take it that’s a yes, then?”

“It is.”

Sami’s tummy erupted in fresh flurries of nerves the moment the words left her. Her pussy, however, pulsed with an urgency she had never experienced before.

She gulped in a breath, that hot-cotton-wool sensation wrapping around her tighter.

Holy crap, she’d just agreed to a threesome with Eli and Jay.

She’d just agreed to let both men make love to her at the same time.

Not just agreed to it, suggested it.

Was this what her best friend, Phoebe, meant when she’d declared Sami lived her life purely on impulse?

Cause holy fuck, what she’d just proposed was the epitome of impulsive.

“If I beat you,” Eli went on, stalking toward where she stood—numb and on fire all at once, “I get to decide what you have to do as the loser. If
you
beat
me
, Rutledge and I get to…” His gaze raked over her once more, a linger caress that made her want to rub her thighs together. “Be your sexual slaves.”

Sami barely bit back her whimper at the term.

At her side, Jay let out a strangled sound of carnal desire that flooded her sex with fresh impatience.

Stopping directly in front of where she stood on shaky knees, Eli drew his face closer to hers. “You
do
realize no matter the outcome, I’m the winner in this, yes?”

Recover, woman. Recover. Reclaim the power. Don’t let him—

“You do realize,” she choked out, meeting his stare even as she struggled to breathe, “before any fucking takes place between the three of us, you
will
make a public statement that female motocross riders are just as good as male riders and apologize for saying they aren’t? I beat you; you apologize. That’s the whole reason for this…this…”

A crooked smile tugged at Eli’s lips. “This
situation
you find yourself in? I do realize that, but do
you
really think you’re going to beat me?”

That nervous sensation in Sami’s tummy flared up again. She recognized it for what it was—anticipation-fueled adrenaline. The high of pushing the boundaries. The crave for more than just the humdrum of a safe existence.

“I do,” she answered. “And you’re going to apologize. And I will be standing right there beside you, for the whole world to see. Do you understand?”

A darkness flickered in Eli’s eyes. There and gone just as quick. “I do. And I still agree to the bet.”

Sami’s heart slammed harder in her throat.

Out of control. This was all so…out of control.

Was that why she felt more freaking alive than ever?

~

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Sunset, Book 1

D
ear Diary,

I can’t believe this has happened. It’s April again. April 9th tomorrow, which will make it exactly one year to the day that I came to Graceville. A year in the same place. Who’d have thought it possible? When I think of all the years I bumped around from town to town with Mum, my mind still boggles at the thought of twelve whole months in this tiny coastal village. Mum got a singing gig in a piano bar in Newcastle once and we stayed there six months. Up till now, that’s the longest I’ve ever lived in one place.

I was only meant to stay the weekend. But then I met one Andrew Buchanan and things changed in ways I never saw coming.

God, Drew. Attentive, romantic, gorgeous Drew. He’s my best friend and my perfect fantasy man rolled into one. I didn’t think men like him existed—perhaps part of me still doesn’t. I sometimes feel like this is all a dream, something out of one of the picture-perfect watercolors they sell to tourists down at the wharf-side markets on Sundays. Maybe that’s why part of me always feels like it’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for that “hit the road moment”, as Mum always called it. It hasn’t happened yet, but I keep expecting it.

The other night Drew said he loved me. That’s twice now, but both times we were in the middle of making love so I’m not sure it counts. Dare I believe he’s telling the truth? If I say it back, will it scare him away or make it real? Honestly, I don’t know which outcome frightens me more. Because if Drew really does love me, that means he’s going to want to marry me some day. He’s that kind of guy.

But me? Married? It seems so out of this world. If I believe in it, trust it, how will I cope if it disintegrates? I’ve had zero training at being a wife. Being a
girlfriend
still feels weird. I mean, I’m about to have my anniversary with Drew. I’ve never had an anniversary before. What am I supposed to do?

Well,
that
of course, but it ought to have a little extra something. I have a dress I bought online that I’ve been saving for a special occasion, and those naughty high-heeled shoes. If I’m ever supposed to strut my stuff, I suppose tomorrow is the night.

At least on the sex front I’m as sure as I can be of anything. It’s always been fantastic with Drew and somehow it keeps getting better. He sure knows his way around a woman’s body, at least around mine. Perhaps I should stop stressing about the future and go on as I have been, living in the moment. I never used to think about what was coming next and things have worked out okay for me so far.

All of a sudden I can’t wait to see Drew’s face when he comes home tomorrow night and I’m wearing that outrageous outfit…

Signing off in anticipation,

Sidney

“
Y
ou want me to what?”

Brody Nash stared at his oldest friend, sure his shock was written all over his face. Drew Buchanan continued swirling the rum and coke in his hand, making the melting ice clink against the glass. He didn’t flinch away from Brody’s scowl. “You look like a dog bit you, Brody. I didn’t think anything could shock you.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” How could he help being shocked? But chasing down the shock was something else he shouldn’t be feeling, something he’d forbidden himself to feel when it came to Sidney McCall. Adrenaline coursed through his bloodstream like an express train headed to all points south. No question, Drew’s suggestion piqued his sexual interest.

Drew ducked his gaze at last, turning his attention to the view of the full April moon draping silken light over the waters of Knight’s Bay. They sat side by side in a couple of the chairs usually reserved for patrons of The Blue Fish Grill, the restaurant Drew owned and that Brody worked at on occasions when it suited him. It was after ten now and the place was closed up for the night.

“I know it’s not exactly an orthodox favor to ask,” Drew admitted. “But I didn’t think you’d consider it a hardship. It’s not like it would be the first time.”

“Cheryl Ames,” Brody concluded, remembering. Pretty, insatiable Cheryl had shown him one of the most erotic nights of his life. Whenever he thought of her, he did so with fondness. Apparently so did Drew. “That was years ago, and it was only one night.”

“A hell of a night.” Drew’s words echoed Brody’s recollection. “Cheryl sure seemed to have a great time. Which is one of the reasons I think Sidney might react the same way.”

“You
think
? You mean Sidney wasn’t the one to suggest this?” The knowledge shouldn’t have disappointed Brody, but there was an undeniable cooling in the blood that had so rapidly heated. He’d thought Sidney McCall came up with the idea herself.

The idea that she wanted to have a threesome with her boyfriend and his best friend.

“She’s never said anything, but I can guess what she wants.”

Brody rolled his eyes. “Right. You can read women’s minds now?”