But then he’d proceeded to wash her.
Very, very thoroughly.
Maddox slid his dick out of her mouth, and she let out a pouting sound. He held out his hand and she slid hers into it, letting him draw her up. He kissed her. Hard and hot. Her legs very nearly gave out and she had to cling to his wide frame. He made her feel small when at five foot nine she wasn’t short at all.
Suddenly, he turned her, his mouth moving down over her shoulder. “Bend over, hands on the wall.”
She bent at the waist, and he grabbed her hips, lining his dick up to her entrance. She felt it press against her, the tip sliding into her.
“Fuck. Condom. Wait a minute,” he said. “Shit. Sorry.”
“Don’t stop. It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. You were right to insist on condoms.” He stuck his head out of the shower. “Beau! Condom.”
There was some grumbling from the other room. “What do you think I am? A goddamn condom dispenser? And I thought you were showering the poor girl, not fucking her again. Hellooo.” He appeared in front of them, his eyes glued to where she was bent over. “Now, this is a much better sight than the crap on TV.”
“So, I’m better than crap on TV. Nice.”
Beau just grinned, unfazed by her sarcasm. “Now, now, Snow. Didn’t mean it like that.”
“Beau. Condom,” Maddox snapped.
“Say please,” Beau wheedled.
She let out a giggle. It was a wonder Maddox hadn’t murdered him already.
“Please,” Maddox snarled.
Beau handed it over with a wink at her. “Is there anything you’d like, Snow? Maybe a head massage, back massage, clit massage? Is he taking care of your clit? Because you need to insist on the foreplay. It’s important.”
“Beau! Go away!”
“But I’m watching.” Beau slid up onto the counter, looking like a naked god. He waved his hand through the air. “Continue.”
Maddox sighed. He gathered her hair in his hand. “I’m sorry about him.”
“Don’t be.”
“Don’t apologize for me. Snow loves my brand of humor.”
Maddox slid inside her. She groaned as he thrust back and forth. Beau sat there, watching them, his gaze hungry as he yanked at his cock. “Almost as much as she loves my dick.”
“Jesus. Maybe we should have dropped you on your head more as a child.”
“I blame my mother. She never breastfed me, Snow. Isn’t that sad?”
Maddox had his hands around her hips as he fucked her with long, hard strokes.
“We’re twins, asshole.”
“Yes, I know.”
“So, I had the same mother. Doesn’t excuse anything when it comes to you.”
“Nobody gives me any sympathy,” Beau complained. “Fuck your tits look magnificent when he does that. Fucking best breasts I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
She groaned as he came over and knelt in the bottom of the shower then reached up to toy with her clit.
“Come for us, little one,” Maddox commanded.
“I can’t!”
“Sure you can, Snow. Just let go. Come on, I want to hear you scream. Come for me.”
To her shock, she flew over the edge just as Maddox slammed home with a shout.
* * *
Scarlett awoke hours later to something lapping at her clit. A wave of arousal overtook her as fingers plucked at her nipples. She glanced down her body and saw a dark head between her legs.
It took her a moment to realize what was going on.
Hotel room.
Two cowboys. Beau and Maddox.
A lot of sex. So many orgasms. She knew she wouldn’t be walking properly tomorrow. Or sitting well since Maddox had spanked her again, this time for objecting to Beau trying to lift her and fuck her against the wall. All she’d done was tell him that he’d hurt his back.
Yep, she definitely wouldn’t be moving well tomorrow.
But she didn’t care.
She wondered which one was between her legs right now. She was going to go with Beau. He could barely stand to keep his mouth away from her nipples or pussy.
The orgasm was soft and slow. Almost sweet. Something else that made her think it was Beau. Maddox tended to be rougher, firmer.
Maddox was sleeping on the other side of the bed. She bit her lip to hold her cries inside. Then Beau moved, sliding up her body. He grinned down at her before pushing his cock against her entrance.
“Fuck, Snow. You taste so damn delicious.” Leaning down, he kissed her, rocking his dick up against her. She could taste herself on him. His lips were wet with her arousal.
“Why Snow?”
“First, because of your hair. It’s nearly white. Second, because you’re pure. Or you were.”
She groaned. “You’re terrible, and I wasn’t pure before.”
“As good as. Now you’ve been thoroughly corrupted.”
“We’ll wake Maddox,” she whispered as he reached over for a condom. Thankfully, Maddox had found a couple in his wallet, or they’d have run out already. This was the last one.
“Nah, he’s in a deep sleep,” Beau told her. “Thank you for making him smile.”
“He doesn’t usually smile?” she asked, surprised at Beau’s serious tone.
“Few months ago, he went through some shit. It changed him. But with you, I see parts of the old Maddox coming back. You lighten him.” Leaning in, he kissed her. “But that doesn’t mean I’m waking him up to join in. I want you all to myself.”
“Do you?”
“Uh huh, you’re my reward for not shooting his grumpy ass these past few months.”
“Oh, and you’re so easy to get along with?”
“Snow, I am a breeze to be around. After a near death experience, I decided that I was going to live life to the fullest. Never take anything too seriously.”
She stiffened at those words.
You knew this wasn’t anything serious, Scarlett.
“I need you.” He rolled the condom on then slowly slid into her. She widened her legs, taking him.
She’d had as much sex in one night as she had with John in two months. And in comparison to the Malone boys, John’s snake was more like a worm than an anaconda.
“God, you feel so good, Snow. You have no idea.” He slid in and out of her. She didn’t have much energy left, but she wrapped her arms around his neck as he leaned down and kissed her.
This was a night she would never forget. A moment to bring out when she needed to remember a time she was wanted, cared for, craved.
She never wanted it to end.
8
The sound of a man’s voice woke her the next morning.
She smiled, stretching. Damn, she hurt. She hurt in places she’d never hurt before. But it was a delicious sort of pain.
And she wouldn’t be opposed to another round.
“Scarlett? Scarlett, are you in here?”
Fuck. That was neither Beau nor Maddox. She sat up with a gasp, looking around to find herself alone in bed. She grabbed the blankets, pulling them up to her chest just in time as her boss stormed his way into the bedroom.
“There you are! Why didn’t you pick me up from the airport?” he complained.
Why have I never noticed how whiny he sounds before?
“I, um, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you were coming in this early.”
“I got a last-minute ticket. I sent you an email.”
Right, because in her free time she always checked her work emails.
Easy, Scar. Work paid for this trip.
“I’m sorry. If you’ll just give me a moment, I’ll take a shower.”
Richard paced back and forth, seemingly not even realizing that she was sitting in bed, naked.
“I can’t believe I had to come all the way out here to talk to these people. They should be more than happy with my offer. They’re playing hardball. But I’m not letting them get away with it.”
“Richard—
”
“I’ll up it by ten more thousand. Nothing more. They should be grateful someone wants their piece of land. If only I had something else to leverage with them. There’s been some asshole trying to block me. But he doesn’t know who he’s up against.”
“Richard—”
“Why the hell does it smell like sex in here?”
She froze. Shit. Did it really smell like sex? Well, she had spent the night fucking two men, who, thankfully, seemed to have left.
Yeah, that was gratitude she felt, not disappointment. She had no right to feel disappointed. It wasn’t like she hadn’t known it was a one-night thing. They were under no obligation to her.
Still, they could have at least woken her to say goodbye.
“It does? That’s weird.”
Why did she get a two-bedroom suite rather than her own room? And because his name was on the room, reception must have given him an access card.
She’d thought that putting them in close proximity might spark something for Richard. That he might suddenly notice her, realize she was meant for him. That there might be some passion.
Yeah, right.
What did she even see in him? Sure, he was a good-looking guy. About five years older than her, but he was a horrible boss. He took advantage of her, constantly asking her to stay late or do tasks that weren’t part of her job description. He barely even noticed she existed unless he wanted something from her.
Case in point, his pacing up and down her bedroom, while she sat here naked under the blankets.
“Yes, it does. The maids can’t have aired it out from the last people that were here, because we both know it wasn’t you having sex last night.” He let out a laugh.
A couple of days ago she would have laughed with him, telling herself it was a joke.
But now it felt derogatory. Mean.
So, she didn’t laugh.
“You need to complain about it and don’t leave them a tip.”
She’d make sure to leave a big tip.
“Let’s go. I want to get out there early.”
“I need to get dressed.”
“What?” He was staring down at his phone rather than her.
“I need to get showered and dressed, Richard. Can you please get out of my room?”
His gaze moved to her questioningly. “Why are you still in bed?”
“Because it’s barely seven,” she pointed out. And she was exhausted from having sex all night. “I didn’t know you were coming in this early or I would have been ready,” she added to placate him.
He grumbled something under his breath but walked out into the living area of the suite. With a sad sigh, she glanced around the room. She didn’t see any sign that two men had been in here.
Sliding from the bed, she caught sight of a piece of hotel stationery paper that had been torn off. There was a message scrawled on it. When she picked it up, she saw the two hundred dollars sitting there.
What the fuck? Did they think she was some sort of prostitute?
Snow,
Sorry we had to bail without saying goodbye. Didn’t want to wake you, you looked so cute drooling on your pillow. Well, Maddox didn’t want to wake you. I totally would have, but he said we would have been here for another two hours and that we don’t have any condoms left.
So sad.
Left some cash for the food we ate. It’s not for the sex. Maddox wanted me to make that crystal clear.
If you’re free tonight, meet us back at the bar.
Beau XX
Then his phone number was scrawled underneath. The knot inside her eased. They hadn’t just fucked and left her. Even though it wasn’t anything serious, at least they wanted to meet up with her again tonight. Not going to be easy with Richard around, but she’d figure it out.
She hastily typed Beau’s number into her phone before climbing out of bed with a groan.
She’d been right. She definitely wasn’t going to walk properly today.
* * *
Scarlett frowned in confusion as she followed Richard’s directions and pulled down a driveway leading toward a ranch house. She glanced around the open fields.
“Is this the piece of land you want to develop?” she said, slowing down for a few potholes.
“No, this is where one of the owners live. The block of land I want is north of here. There are five owners. Apparently, they pooled their money together years ago to buy it. Could you drive a bit faster? We don’t have all day.”
She gritted her teeth. He’d insisted she drive so he could work, which was fair enough. But Scarlett wasn’t used to driving country roads. She didn’t drive back in the city, preferring to take public transportation. She wasn’t the most confident driver, which is why she went a bit slower. If he was in such a rush, he should have driven.
“So you’re trying to convince these people to sell?”
Richard let out a long breath. As though she was inconveniencing him with all these questions. But he hadn’t let her in on any of the details of this trip. Or anything to do with this purchase. All she knew was that there was a block of land on the outskirts of Haven he wanted to develop.
She couldn’t understand why he wanted this piece of property so badly.
None of this made much sense.
“Yep. The man who lives here is the hold-out in the group. All I need is his agreement, and the land is mine. This has been months in the making and I want to close the deal today.” Richard climbed out of the truck. “Stay here, I don’t need you.”
She looked over at the ranch house as an older man with a full head of gray hair stepped out. A woman walked out behind him. Richard approached them, reaching out his hand.
The man didn’t take it.
Something was very wrong here.
She watched the couple standing on the porch. The man was frowning. He obviously didn’t like whatever Richard was saying. He half-pushed the woman behind him, as though defending her.
Richard wasn’t a physical guy. She couldn’t work out why the older man would feel he was a threat. Wasn’t it a simple yes or no? Richard could be very persuasive, though. She guessed it was what made him so successful. Mostly, his corporation bought failing businesses and turned them around, selling them again for a profit. He’d recently moved into real estate, buying run-down buildings and renovating them.
She guessed he wanted to move into another area.
Still, her gut was telling her that something was wrong. She shifted around on her seat and opened her phone, going to Beau’s name.
Should she text him? Wouldn’t that be a bit needy though? And what if she couldn’t meet him later?
She bit her lip. She’d text him later. Surely, she could head to the bar after dinner.
The sound of a vehicle approaching had her looking back in her rearview mirror. A truck was approaching. Fast.
It bumped its way over the potholes and came to a screeching halt beside the car she’d rented. The door opened, and a man wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, and a cowboy hat stepped out.
Her breath caught.
It couldn’t be, could it? Why would he be here?
The man strode toward Richard, getting in his face.
Face me. Turn around.
Then he stepped between Richard and the older couple. It was him.
Maddox Malone.
She knew it was Maddox, even though the only obvious difference was the fact that Beau was missing part of a finger. Something she hadn’t wanted to ask him about last night. It felt too personal.
Her breath caught as Maddox stepped into Richard’s space. He leaned over him, saying something. He was a few inches taller and more muscular. If it came down to something physical, she knew Maddox would win.
It didn’t mean that she wasn’t worried, though. Making a snap decision, she stepped out of the truck and moved toward them.
“I own the land now and I’m not selling,” Maddox told Richard.
“How can you own the land?�
� Richard screamed. She winced at the sound. Ouch. That was enough to hurt someone’s ears. A dog started barking out the back in protest and the man on the porch moved his wife back another step. “The rest of them agreed to sell to me! It was only this loser who wouldn’t take my offer.”
“Your offer? Your offer sucked and they changed their minds,” Maddox said in a dark voice. “Now get lost, no one wants you here.”
“This won’t be the last you’ll hear from me. You’ll pay for this. That land was mine.”
She swallowed heavily. “Is everything okay here?”
Maddox’s eyes widened slightly as he looked over at her. “What are you doing here?”
She jolted at his harsh words. The way he looked at her, so cold, it stung.
Richard swung toward her. “I told you to wait in the car, Scarlett.”
“You know this asshole?” Maddox snapped.
“Scarlett is my assistant,” Richard said.
Why did she feel this sense of doom? Oh yeah, maybe it was due to the darkness growing in Maddox’s eyes. She thought she’d seen a hint of it when she first met him last night, but nothing like this.
“Wait,” Richard said slowly. “You two know each other?”
“No,” Maddox snarled.
She could feel the tears welling. She blinked, pushing them back.
You’re tougher than this, Scarlett.
She’d known last night meant nothing. At least, it obviously didn’t to him. To her . . .
“We met briefly last night,” she added. “But we don’t know each other.”
“Get lost,” Maddox told Richard. “Come back here again and Darren will call the sheriff. Oh, and stay off my land. I don’t like trespassers.”
“There will be repercussions for this!” Richard stormed back to the car, slamming the door behind him.
“Maddox,” she whispered, unable to help herself.
He turned his cold gaze on her.
“Say something.”
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