Authors: Karen Erickson
Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Erotica, #Contemporary, #Red Hots!, #Contemporary Romance
Tangled (14 page)
wanted to touch all the damn time. “Prove it.”
“You want romance?”
She sobered, her eyes widened. “Well I don’t think it has a place in tonight’s activity, but if you’re
willing…”
Finally, he felt like they were on the same page. Hope filled him at the thought. Maybe they could
make something work here. Build a future. One step at a time.
“Glad to see you two made it.”
Drake’s distinctive drawl sounded behind them, and they both turned to find him standing there, a
slight smile tilting his lips. “Are we ready?”
“Where are we going?” Scarlett asked, her gaze skittering to Trevor.
“My place? Does that work?”
Totally. It wasn’t his place, and it wasn’t Scarlett’s. They wouldn’t be reminded of this one night
except in their memories.
Perfect.
“It works,” Scarlett said with a nod just before she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. Her usual
nervous gesture when things got a little unsure.
Trevor slipped his arm around her shoulder and drew her close. “We’ll follow you over.”
“Great.” Drake studied them for a moment, his eyes darkening the slightest bit. “Are you sure you
want to do this? Trevor?”
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The apprehension was clear on Drake’s face as well. No surprise. The way they were approaching this
was ridiculous.
“Listen.” Trevor reached for Drake, clapped a hand on his shoulder and gave him a little shake. “I
think we should hang out here for a while and have a couple of drinks. Loosen us up a little bit. If, after a
while, we’re still approaching this like some sort of business deal about to go down then I say we cancel.
But if we all can get into it,—” he shot a meaningful glance in Scarlett’s direction, “—then I say we go for
it.”
“That sounds good,” Scarlett said cautiously. “What do you think?”
“Let’s do it.”
“I need vodka.” Scarlett glanced toward the busy bartender, her voice sounding rough. “He’s taking
forever.”
Trevor released his hold on Drake and pulled her even closer. “Patience, sweetheart. He’s headed our
way.”
“I’ll get him to come our way,” Drake said, bellying up to the bar and whistling so loud the majority
of the crowd turned to look in their direction including the bartender.
Drinks were quickly obtained and just as quickly consumed. The club was packed, they were
crammed at a little table huddled close together and the music throbbed, the beat heavy and pounding deep
inside Trevor’s body, pumping through his veins.
“We should dance,” he suggested, and Scarlett’s eyes lit up at his words.
“Oh yes, that sounds perfect.” She was already standing, her body leaning toward the dance floor.
“I don’t really dance,” Drake protested with a shake of his head, but Scarlett stood in front of the
table, her hands on her hips, expression stern.
“Don’t you dare try to get out of this,” she said, and Trevor laughed.
“Don’t argue with her dude. She’ll drag you out onto that dance floor kicking and screaming.”
All three of them headed toward the crowded dance floor, Scarlett holding each of their hands so they
were linked. Finding a spot on the edge of the floor, they began to dance, Scarlett facing Drake, Trevor
behind her, his hands on her hips in a possessive gesture. Already they were entwined, Drake staring at
Trevor with undisguised lust, Trevor’s fingers pressing into Scarlett’s lush curves.
He needed to say something before things got too hot and heavy. Needed to make it clear to Drake
that this was a one-time thing he was doing for Scarlett and nothing else. It would never happen again.
It would be too dangerous if it happened again. For everyone.
Trevor was for this interlude, but he wanted to make certain things clear. Scarlett belonged to him.
And he wasn’t about to leave her for Drake.
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The music was fantastic, the beat strong and fast. The liquor was smooth, had slid right down her
throat with ease. Scarlett could feel it coursing through her veins, warming her belly and making her head
buzz. Just what she needed considering what was about to go down.
Right at the moment, she was enjoying being the center filling inside a man sandwich. Drake in front
of her danced surprisingly smooth for someone who said he wasn’t any good at it. And Trevor behind her,
his hands grasped about her hips, his lower body bumped and ground against her ass in time with the
music.
His erection let her know that he was very much into this. Very much into her.
She raised her arms above her head, her body swaying to the beat. Drake moved closer, invading her
space, dancing with her in perfect rhythm. Trevor held her tight, moving with her, his cheek close to hers,
his mouth on her ear.
“You want to kiss him?” His whispered question made her shiver and she stared at Drake, her gaze
zeroing in on his mouth. It was a nice mouth, firm yet full lips. She could certainly imagine kissing it.
“Yes.” She let her arms fall back behind her and wrap around Trevor’s neck. “Do you?”
“I want to see you kiss him first.” He licked her ear and she gasped, her butt nudging against him.
“But don’t forget who wants you the most, babe.”
Her body turned into molten liquid at Trevor’s words, his intent. The fact he was laying claim on her,
reminding her of how he felt every step of the way. She should’ve found it annoying but instead she liked
it. Loved it even.
His possessiveness aroused her, made her feel good.
Trevor’s hands on her hips guided her toward Drake, bringing them closer together and they
continued to move to the music as one. Her hips thrust toward Drake, helped by Trevor’s guidance and
Drake settled his hands on her waist, his fingers nudging Trevor’s. Drake pulled her upper body toward
him, and her breasts brushed against his muscular chest.
It was sensation overload already and they’d barely begun. To have two sets of large male hands upon
her body, vying for her attention was heady. Her arms went around Drake’s neck, burrowing her hands in
his hair. She marveled at the softness, the slight wave of it curling around her fingers. He watched her, his
gaze locked on her face, his lips parting in anticipation and she tugged on his hair, pulling him down
toward her mouth.
They kissed. And it was much different from the innocent smooch at the theatre. His mouth opened
over hers, his hot, seeking tongue trailing out to lick, meeting hers. She groaned and opened her mouth
wider, letting him search her thoroughly and his hands tightened on her waist.
And then she was ripped away from him, Trevor’s hand curving around her cheek and pulling her into
his possessive kiss as if he couldn’t resist. His tongue licked deep, stroked hers with a delicious in and out
rhythm that reminded her of sex. Of how his cock drove deep inside her body.
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He was a wonderful kisser. Drake was good, but Trevor was so much better. And when he released
her, the sexy slumberous look in his gray eyes made her heart skip a beat or five.
Her mouth dropped open when she watched Trevor lean over and lock lips with Drake. She stopped
dancing, stood in wide-eyed wonder as she watched the two men kiss, their big bodies crushing her in
between them. It was hot, their mouths connecting again and again, lips parted and wet and she caught a
flash of tongues tangling.
A shiver slithered down her spine and she realized she still held onto Drake’s neck, her face so close
to the action that all she had to do was lean in.
So she did. She leaned in, and she saw Trevor move away slightly from Drake with a smile. He kissed
her, his tongue licking a path across her lips before he did the same thing to Drake. And Drake did the same
thing to her before he licked Trevor’s.
Oh God, it was so hot. Her panties were wet, her nipples hard and she licked her own lips, tasted both
men on them. They were engrossed in each other, totally unaware of what was happening around them, and
she loved it. Could hardly believe this was happening to her. Despite all of her sexual adventures
throughout the years, she’d never done anything like this.
She couldn’t want to get started for real.
“We should go,” she suggested, her gaze meeting Drake’s for the briefest moment before it landed
upon Trevor.
“You sure?” Trevor pulled her to him, away from Drake’s grip. His hands slid up and down her hips,
curving around to smooth over her butt. “You don’t want to dance anymore?”
“I want to go back to Drake’s place and continue this,” she said, her cheeks flushing the slightest bit.
She couldn’t help but be a little embarrassed over it.
“Then let’s do it.” Trevor glanced up, the men’s gazes connecting and she saw something unspoken
pass between them.
“Let’s do it,” Drake echoed.
Drake’s apartment was small, sparsely furnished but nice. He led them inside without a word, flicking
the lock with a final click that sounded loud in the quiet of the room. Scarlett looked at Trevor, saw the
reassuring smile on his face and she reached out, squeezed his hand.
She needed the connection, the approval from this man that what they were about to embark on was
all right. That no one was going to get hurt.
She went to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed a lingering kiss to the heated skin of
his throat. “No one is going to get hurt, right?” Her question was a replica of her worried thoughts.
“Not if we do this right,” Trevor murmured, his hands moving up and down her back in a soothing
notion. “Just follow my lead, sweetheart.”
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With a nod she pulled away, the trust for this man she felt nearly overwhelming her. This was going
to be good. Trevor would make sure of it. He always made sure of it.
He took care of her. Despite her misgivings and bitchiness and general unpleasant behavior he always
took care of her needs. Sacrificed his own in the process more than once, too. She’d been blind to it, too
selfish, wrapped up in her own insecurities and worried thoughts to realize what exactly this man did for
her.
Well, she was done with that. Starting tonight, starting at this very moment, she was going to show
her appreciation to him. She was going to give him everything he wanted, everything he needed, worship
him with her mouth and hands and body.
By the end of the night, he’d be begging for her. And she’d be begging for him. Drake would benefit,
too.
Though secretly she knew he would be the one most likely to end up hurt out of all of them. She
didn’t want that to happen.
“Let’s go back to my bedroom,” Drake suggested with a flick of his head.
Trevor took Scarlett’s hand, and they followed him down the short hall into a rather large bedroom
dominated by a king-sized bed. Drake went to the bedside table and pulled a lighter out of the drawer,
going to the dresser and lighting the few candles that sat there. Immediately the room was illuminated with
flickering candlelight, giving it a sensuous, mysterious mood that made Scarlett’s skin prickle with heat.
She watched Trevor as he glanced about the room, his gaze, his stance one of command. When his
gaze settled upon Drake, he gave a little nod and Drake’s eyes flared with heat. “Get undressed.” His gaze
turned onto Scarlett. “You too, sweetheart.”
Without any more urging Scarlett stripped off her clothing, her breath coming fast, her heart beating a
million miles a second. Trevor continued to watch her as he took off his clothes, his gaze never leaving hers
and when she glanced toward Drake, catching a glimpse of his almost naked form, she saw Trevor’s jaw
harden.
He went to her, his long legs taking him to her in mere seconds and she stood straighter, her breath
leaving her in a ragged little sigh when he stuck his face in hers. “Look only at me, sweetheart, until I tell
you not to. You do as I say.”
Her breath completely left her. God, she loved it when he got so commanding with her. Even though
she’d played the irritated woman before with him, secretly she loved it. It made her wet, her clit throb. She
kept her gaze on him as she tugged her panties over her hips, along her legs until she had them in a
crumpled little ball of fabric in her hand.
Trevor held out his hand. “Give them to me.”
She did so, and he brought them to his face. He breathed deep, a wicked smile curving his lips.
“You’re wet.”
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“Touch me and see,” she offered with a husky voice.
His smile grew, and he shook his head slowly. “Not yet. Go sit on the bed and watch.”
Scarlett went to the end of the bed and sat on the edge, feeling a little awkward sitting there nude
while Trevor went to Drake. The two men were naked, gloriously so. She let her gaze wander over them,
eating them up.
Both beautifully formed yet different, Trevor was taller, broader, just a hint more muscular. Drake
was lean with a long torso and arms, his thighs corded with muscle, his cock…
She bit back a sigh. He had a nice cock. Not as thick as Trevor’s but his looked longer. Drake stared
at Trevor with longing in his pale green eyes, his body leaning toward Trevor’s and Trevor reached for