Double or Nothing: A Menage Romance (Double the Fun Book 3)

by Marie Carnay

Chapter 12

  WILLA

  Cloud nine wasn’t a real place, Willa knew. But as she stood on the balcony of her room, watching the tourists mill around like patchwork ants, she might as well have been floating.

  Countless orgasms made her loopy, even in the daytime. An all night wonderland of sin and bliss had turned her brain to mush and her body to overcooked spaghetti. Sex had never been like this.

  Finding one guy who cared enough to give her an orgasm was a dream come true. Two who wanted to please her, not just once or twice, but all night long, was a fantasy she hoped to never wake up from.

  It had been two days since she’d sold her entire stock of jewelry and she’d spent every waking moment, and quite a few sleeping ones, wrapped up in the arms of Hank and Trenton Beauchamp. She still couldn’t believe it was real.

  Her buzzing phone broke through her fog and she answered without looking. “Hello?”

  “Well, at least you’re alive.”

  Willa smiled. “Hey, Bree.”

  “Hey Bree? That’s all I get after going MIA on me for two days? I was this close to calling the Las Vegas police department to report you missing.”

  “Sorry, I’ve been busy.”

  “Doing what?”

  Willa snorted. “Stuff.”

  “Oh my God. You’ve met someone.” Bree always could suss out the truth, even from hundreds of miles away.

  “Maybe.”

  “Is he hot? Tell me he’s hot.”

  Willa chewed on her lip. God, how she wanted to spill her guts to Bree and confess all that had happened over the last few days. All the hours tangled up in the Beauchamp brothers’ arms. The whispered words between kisses. The way their hands knew just where to go and what to do.

  She walked back inside and shut the balcony door.

  “Earth to Willa. Are you there?”

  “I’m here.”

  “Then spill it. What’s his name? What’s he like?”

  Willa eased down onto the couch. “It’s not one guy. It’s two.”

  “You minx! Do they know about each other? Are they jealous?”

  “Yes and no.”

  Willa crossed and re-crossed her legs. God how she wanted someone to share it all with. The feelings inside her, the runaway train of hope and the future. Bree would understand, she would have to.

  “What aren’t you telling me?”

  Willa hedged. “Don’t freak out.”

  Her best friend didn’t answer.

  “Promise me you won’t freak out.”

  “Fine, I promise. Out with it. Are they gangsters or in the Vegas mob? Is one of them a sheik or something?”

  “They’re brothers. And we’re kind of in a threesome.”

  “What!?!”

  Willa had to hold the phone a foot away from her ear as her best friend unloaded a million questions in rapid-fire shrieking. Not the reception she’d been hoping for, but who could blame her? If Willa had been on the receiving end of the call, she’d probably be pulling up flights as Bree talked, on a mission to stop the insanity.

  She planted both her feet on the floor to ground herself. When her best friend ran out of words, she spoke up. “You promised, Bree.”

  “I thought you’d say one was in a band or they had some piercings. Not that you’re… Gah!” She could hear Bree pacing her apartment, bare feet smacking against the tile. “This is just rebound sex, right? You’re doing the nasty with these…brothers…and then you’re coming back here and settling down. Tell me that’s what’s going on, Willa.”

  “I don’t know. I might… have feelings for them.” Willa picked at the corner of the seat cushion, tugging on a stray feather that poked through the fabric. “I know it sounds crazy, but they’ve done this before. It’s not weird when I’m with them.” She smiled to herself. “It’s pretty awesome actually.”

  “Have they given you drugs?”

  “No.”

  “Are you drunk right now?”

  “No.”

  “This isn’t a practical joke?”

  “Damn it, Bree. No.”

  Her best friend muttered something under her breath.

  “What?”

  “You sound like you’re head over heels for these guys.”

  Willa smiled wider. “Maybe I am.”

  “Then you need to wake up and snap out of it. No one has a relationship with two guys at the same time. No. One.”

  “That’s not true.” Willa wracked her brain to remember the news story she’d seen a while back. “I read about those billionaires in New York—what’s their name? MacIntosh. They just married the same woman in some crazy ceremony on some private island. It’s not impossible.”

  “Are the two you’re tangled up with billionaires?”

  Willa snorted. “No.”

  “What do they do for a living?”

  Her confidence faltered. “I don’t know.”

  “Where do they live?”

  Shit. “I don’t know that either.”

  “So you’ve been shacking up in a hotel with two guys who claim to be brothers and you don’t know anything about them but you think you’re in love.”

  Willa’s cheeks burned. When Bree put it like that, it sounded ludicrous. “They live here in Vegas and they work in casinos. I know that much.”

  “They could be pool boys, Willa.”

  “No. Hank showed me photos of his grandfather’s casino. He’s third generation here, Bree. He’s not some fly-by-night guy.”

  “Pfft. Hank can’t be his real name. He’s just stringing you along. They both are.”

  Willa pouted and tucked her feet up under her on the couch. “If you met them, you’d understand. I believe them.”

  “You need to go out, spend some time without them, and figure things out. You don’t need kinky sex with two strangers to get over Mark.”

  Mark. That jerk didn’t know where to find her clit with a flashlight and a diagram. Hank and Trenton could play her like a guitar, plucking every string to make her whole body sing. But Bree had a point.

  Somehow she’d let Hank and Trenton and their God-like bedroom skills eclipse all rational thought. If she were being completely honest, she didn’t know much about them at all.

  Sure, she could pinpoint the exact place behind Trenton’s knee that made him jump when she kissed it or the spot on Hank’s side where the brush of her hand made him groan. But she didn’t know anything about their day-to-day lives.

  For all she knew, they could have a million problems and she was only a temporary escape. They could have families. She stood up with a start.

  “You’re right. A day away from them could do me some good.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  Willa smiled. She should have called Bree days ago. “Thanks.”

  “Text me and let me know you’re all right, okay?”

  “Will do.”

  Willa ended the call and headed straight for the shower. A solo night on the town was exactly what she needed.

  With the sun hugging the horizon and her hair rocking a fresh blow out, Willa stepped off the elevator and into the lobby of her hotel. She’d barely seen any of the hot spots of Vegas since tumbling into bed with the Beauchamp brothers. She was changing that, tonight.

  The whirring of slot machines and the din of people crowded around card tables brought a smile to her face. She loved being in a sea of people, all there to have a good time and let loose. It was the whole point of her trip.

  Her heels clack-clacked across the marble as she headed straight for the hotel’s dance club. A drink at the bar, a friendly smile or two, and Willa would be all set to have a good time.

  The bouncer waved her inside and as her eyes adjusted to the light she glanced around. Stainless steel bar along the far wall, cozy booths hugging the corners, VIP section upstairs. Dance floor smack in the middle. Perfect.

  Willa headed to the bar and eased onto the only empty stool. A bartender with a handlebar mustache took her orde
r and before she could even check out her neighbors, a vodka tonic was in her hand.

  “Hey, babe, you come here alone?”

  She glanced up to see a guy in a Hawaiian shirt with a backwards baseball cap giving her the once over. “I did.”

  He crowded into her personal space and the stench of his spray-on deodorant made Willa recoil. “How about I change that, huh?” He pounded his hand into his palm. “You, me, a bed upstairs. Whatdaya say?”

  Ugh. She couldn’t help the eye roll. “How about you try that on some other girl, huh buddy?”

  His smile fell and he shoved back from the bar. “Bitch.”

  The asshole stalked away too quick for Willa to throw her drink on him. Maybe Bree had it all wrong. If this was the best she could do on her own in Vegas, the Beauchamp brothers were looking like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

  “I swear, this town is just full of jerks.”

  Willa glanced to her left. A pretty brunette with boobs spilling out of her top sat next to her, nursing a beer.

  “Please don't tell me that's what I have to look forward to tonight.”

  The woman shrugged. “At least he tried. Last guys who were interested in me dropped me for some floozy they just met.”

  “That's awful.”

  “Tell me about it.” The brunette swiveled Willa’s way in the stool. “This girl I know is their personal assistant. All I had to do was convince her I was into them and she said she’d set me up.”

  “If you’re friends, wouldn’t she know the truth?”

  The woman waved her off. “We play tennis together. I’d hardly call that friends, you know how catty those leagues can get. Besides, what’s a little lie when I can get two for the price of one.”

  She waggled her eyebrows and Willa frowned. “I don't understand. You mean she set you up with two guys?”

  “Crazy, right? She said they've been into it for years. Hook up with some girl for a week or two, take her out on the town, buy her anything she wanted. Then they move on to the next one. She said they were looking to settle down, but I don’t believe her.” She wiggled her fingers. “Besides, I’d had my heart set on a right hand diamond.”

  It couldn't be. Willa sipped her drink and tried not to look too curious. “Who are these guys?”

  “Some casino brats.”

  Willa sipped her drink. Nothing the woman said sounded like the Hank and Trenton she knew, but what were the odds? She needed to find out, one way or another.

  “You should get the word out. If those two are such jerks, no one should date them.”

  The brunette bobbed her head. “You're right! That would teach them, wouldn't it?” She set her empty beer on the counter with a thwack.

  Willa leaned in with a smile. “I just moved here, but I can tell all the girls I know. I work on the Strip.” She hated to lie, but it was the only way. She had to find out.

  The brunette thought about it. “Just don't mention you heard it from me, okay? I might still have a chance.” She dropped her voice. “Hank and Trenton Beauchamp.”

  Willa’s stomach soured. She should have known. Men who were into kinky sex in hotel rooms didn't want commitment. All they wanted was a quick fling before they moved onto their next conquest.

  I've been a fool.

  Willa raised her glass to the woman. “Here's to finding a decent guy in Vegas.” She drained the rest of her drink in a single gulp. “Bartender! Let's do some shots!”

  Chapter 13

  WILLA

  “Another round!” Willa threw back the tequila and shoved the empty shot glass across the bar.

  The bartender caught it before it flew right off the edge like a toboggan.

  She grinned. “Nice catch, do you play b-b-baseball?”

  He frowned as he refilled her water. “No more for you, miss.”

  “Whaaaat? I haaaaven’t had nearly…” Willa pouted as she tried to come up with the right words. When had English gotten so complicated? She slurped a big swallow of water before standing up.

  Whoa. Did they put in a tilting floor? She grabbed a hold of the bar and waited until everything stopped spinning. As far as she could see there were bodies. So many bodies. A new song started up and Willa laughed as she recognized it.

  “Who needs boyfriends! Let’s dance!” She pushed her way through the sea of people right to the center of the dance floor.

  In seconds, hands wrapped around her waist. She spun around to find a guy smiling down at her. He seemed cute, but it could have been the liquor. Whatever. She shouted up to him. “Do you have a brother?”

  He shook his head. “Four sisters. Is that important?”

  “Very!” She smiled as she threw her arms around his neck. This was what she’d come to Vegas to do. Get drunk, meet some single guy, and make out on the dance floor. That’s all. No Hank, no Trenton, no crazy threesome that made her head spin and heart stutter.

  She needed to forget all about them and concentrate on the moment. Which right then was telling her she was going to hurl. She put her hand up to her mouth and stepped back. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

  HANK

  “What do you mean, she’s not answering?”

  Trenton gave him a dirty look. “Exactly what I said. Either she’s lost her phone or she’s avoiding us.”

  Hank scratched at his beard. “Maybe she needs a bit of space.”

  “Enough to decide that we’re not what she wants and that it’s over? No way.”

  Everything seemed fine when they had left Willa’s hotel room that morning. She was giddy; laughing and giggling and stealing kisses as they tugged on their clothes. If he hadn’t neglected the business for two days already, Hank would have cancelled another set of appointments and stayed in bed. There were still a few items on the room service menu they hadn’t ordered yet.

  When she’d first told him a buyer had snatched up all her jewelry, Hank had been thrilled. They only had a few days to convince her they could be more than a trip to sin city, eliminating the stress of her trade show and the hours she needed to spend at her table was a boon he hadn’t expected.

  He’d intended to spend that time showing her the Vegas tourists never got to see: more places like the history museum, maybe even Hoover Dam and their villa outside of town. But they’d never made it more than a few steps from her bed.

  Had she grown tired of them already? Was she doubting their intentions.

  Fuck. He should have kept his pants zipped long enough to show her the future and not just his cock. “I’m going to her room. If she doesn’t answer, we can call security, see if she’s somewhere in the hotel.”

  Trenton nodded. “I’ve already alerted security to her presence and told them to call if there were any issues. You never know around here.”

  Hank nodded. There were still ties to mob in Vegas. If one of their competitors found out she was their girl… He stood up and strode to the door. “We should have told her who we are, Trenton. If anything happens to her—”

  The ringing of Trenton’s phone made Hank pause.

  “Yes?”

  Trenton’s face fell. “What do you mean a commotion?” He glanced up at Hank and the set of his jaw told Hank all he needed to know. “We’ll be right there.”

  “What’s going on?”

  “It’s Willa. Seems she’s caused a bit of a problem at Niero’s.”

  Damn. A million different scenarios ran through Hank’s head as they rushed to the dance club. It was one of their more popular night spots with teeth-rattling bass and generous bartenders, Niero’s was always packed. The bouncers were efficient and well-trained to cut off any problems before they started.

  “Did security say what the problem was?”

  “No. Just to get their quickly.”

  Hank’s lips thinned into a line. “If something happened to her, I’m firing every bouncer in the place.”

  The elevator doors opened and the brothers practically ran into the club. A man in a Niero p
olo with an earpiece in his ear waved them toward the restroom hallway.

  “I’m sorry to trouble you both, but Trenton asked me to call if Ms. Gordon was having any trouble.”

  Hank nodded at Justin. The man had been one of their best employees in the security department for years. He wouldn’t call if it wasn’t serious. “What’s going on?”

  “Get your hands off me!”

  Willa. Hank pushed past Justin and barged into the women’s restroom in time to see Willa flailing her arms and shoving one of their security personnel back. From the way she swayed back and forth and the glassy look in her eyes, Hank could tell she was smashed.

  “Willa? Are you all right?”

  She spun toward him, blinking in exaggerated slow motion as her brain worked to recognize him. “Oh, great! Just the guy I didn’t want to see. Go away! Why can’t you all just go away!”

  Hank pressed his lips together to keep from laughing as he addressed the security guard. “Can you tell me what happened?”

  “She threw up all over some guy on the dance floor. He got pissed, shoved her, she fell down. It devolved from there.”

  “I told him I was gonna be sick. The jerk should have backed up instead of groping my ass.”

  Trenton laughed behind him. “Where is he now?”

  “We’ve detained him, sir. After he speaks to the police, he’ll be free to go.”

  “Good work.” Hank gave the guard a nod. “You can leave Willa with us. Thank you.”

  The man let her go and headed toward the door. “Watch out, sir. She’s a bit of a spitfire.”

  Hank smiled and turned to Willa. She was teetering back and forth on her heels, humming under her breath.

  “You’re drunk as a skunk.”

  She waved him off. “No skunks. Think sorority sister on pledge night. So m-m-much hotter.”

  He tucked her arm in his and tried not to laugh. “How about we take you home?”

  Willa tried to push him away, but stumbled instead. “N-n-no sloppy sex in my room. Nu-uh.” She waggled her finger in his face. “I’ve had just about enough of the pair of you.”

  He glanced up and met Trenton’s concerned stare. His brother stepped forward. “We were thinking more of a comfortable place to sleep it off.”