Desire (10 page)

She chuckled then pulled away. He was messing
with her head, and she needed that to think.

“Drake has made breakfast. I thought I heard you
talking and came to see if you were attempting to escape.” He took her hand
leading her out of the door.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said.

“Good.”

He took her down to the table. Drake sat reading
the paper. There were three plates. The food looked delicious. The scent of
bacon filled the air. Her stomach rumbled.

“Come and eat. You need to get your strength
up,” Drake said.

Evan took the head of the table while she was
seated opposite Drake.

“Did you sleep well, baby?” Drake asked.

She nodded. There were no words she could think
of to explain how she felt.

“Tiffany has made sure she isn’t dead,” Evan
said. He placed three rashers of bacon with three pieces of toast. Her eyes
widened when he then added eggs and tomatoes. He filled her glass with juice.

“This is too much,” she said.

“Eat what you can.”

Evan lifted the newspaper nearest him as Drake
sipped his juice.

She picked up her fork in an attempt to eat. The
normalcy of the morning wasn’t working for her. Wendy dropped her fork with a
clatter. Their gazes turned to her instantly.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Drake asked.

“This? This is the matter. I don’t get it.” Her
head was all over the place. Last night had been amazing. She’d never had so
much pleasure in her life, but this was just plain weird. Not many women had
two men attending them. Evan had only expressed a desire for sex. He’d not
expressed anything else, and she was really struggling with differentiating
between the two.

The brothers looked at each other before turning
back to her.

Wendy didn’t understand why she was getting so
angry. They’d never promised her anything.

“Oh stuff this.” She rose from the table and
made her way up to the bedroom.

What
the hell are you doing, Wendy?

I
don’t have a clue. This just doesn’t feel right to me. I don’t get it, and I’m
out of my comfort zone.

I
need to get out.

They followed her upstairs. Of course they
followed her upstairs. She tore at the shirt she’d put on. They were staring at
her as if she’d gone insane, and she was starting to think she had.

“What the hell is going on?” Drake asked.

“I shouldn’t be here.”

But
you want to be here.

Shut
it.

Her reaction made no sense. Drake caught her
naked in his arms. He held her arms at her side even as she struggled out of
his touch. “Stop this,” he said.

Evan stared at her with hands on his hips. Those
hands had danced over her body the night before.

“I’m out of my mind. I’ve never done anything
like this. I’ve never even heard of women doing anything like this.” She used
her hands to gesture among all three of them, but Drake held her secure against
his body.

“What exactly are you struggling with?” Evan
asked.

“You’re brothers, and you’re sharing a woman.”

“You were fine before we went downstairs. What
changed?”

“Why weren’t you talking about what happened
last night? I don’t get it. I’ve not had many of these morning afters. All of
my relationships have been exactly that, relationships.”

“Let her go, Drake,” Evan said.

In the struggle the blindfold had fallen out of
her hair. She pushed the length back and stared at the two men. Much to her
humiliation, tears filled her eyes. Wendy sat down on the end of the bed. She
rubbed her palms down her thighs before looking back at them.

“What’s the matter?” Drake asked.

“I don’t know.” Her response was as honest as it
could be.

Drake knelt before her covering her hands with
his.

She closed her eyes, which made the first tear
fall down her cheek. Wendy wiped it away, annoyed with her emotional display.
She couldn’t even describe why she was being emotional. None of it made sense
to her.

“I’ve never done this. I’ve never had sex with
men I don’t know, and I’ve never taken up a proposition like the one Evan
gave.”

Wendy saw Drake glare at his brother.

“Don’t glare at him. This is my fault, not his.”

Evan took the seat beside her. “You think this is
a one-time deal?”

She shrugged. “What am I supposed to think?”

“I said what I had to in order to get you to
agree, Wendy,” Evan said.

“What are you trying to say? Could you please be
blunt with me?”

“We don’t just want last night from you. How
about we try this out as a real relationship?”

She frowned. “How is that possible? We can’t
even advertise our relationship.”

“That was a condition you stipulated. Drake and
I don’t give a fuck what others think. We agreed for your sensibilities.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Then agree to not turn us away. Allow us to be
in your life,” Drake said.

Wendy laughed. How had her life changed in a
matter of a week?

“Why are you picking me? You could have any
woman.”

She was considering their proposal. Shaking her
head, she gazed past Drake’s shoulder.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” Drake
asked.

“Nothing is going on. I’m baffled by your
attentions.”

Evan caught her cheek and pressed a kiss to her
lips. “And that is the reason why you’re the woman we want.”

She nodded. “I’m not sure I get what you mean,
but I’ll live with that as an answer. I’m sorry for the emotional whacko
routine that I just gave you.”

“Don’t worry about it. You need to eat
breakfast. Come on, before it gets cold.”

Wendy followed them downstairs. She ate
breakfast and then made her excuses to get home. Talking with Tiffany was much
needed.

Evan dropped her off at her apartment on the way
to some meeting.

She gave Tiffany every little detail. Her friend
listened while occasionally fanning her face.

“Well, what do you think?” Wendy asked when she
finished telling her everything.

“I think you’ve got two hot men who want you.
What more do you want me to say?” Tiffany sat back looking smug. “I told you
they might want more.”

Wendy growled in answer. “None of this is funny.
I’ve never been in a situation like this, and I don’t understand it.”

“Stop trying to analyse it. Two men want you,
and you want two men. Live with it, and embrace what they have to offer. It
could be worse, and you know that.” Tiffany patted her seat. “Sit.”

Dropping down next to her, Wendy rubbed her
temples. “I’m not used to feeling like this.”

“What? Out of sorts and worrying about the
future? Welcome to the world of dating. You don’t know the future, but embrace
the way they make you feel.” Tiffany wrapped her arms around her.

“I hate this. I hate not knowing what is going
on.”

“Your father may think he can plan for the
future, but you can’t. Relax, Wendy, and everything is going to be okay.”

Wendy let out a breath to try to ease her
nerves. She felt all over the place. Collapsing against her friend she couldn’t
help but wonder if Tiffany was right. She felt nervous and happy about them
wanting to have something more. How could two men and one woman ever have a
future?

Chapter
Eleven

Evan waited until she’d gotten safely into her
apartment before he eased back in the leather seat. Her scent filled the car
and went straight to his dick. Last night had been amazing. At least it had
been amazing to him, and he couldn’t wait to go again with her. His cell phone
rang as he was enjoying his mental trip down memory lane.

He accepted the call from Mason.

“Good morning,” he said.

“It’s a good morning to you but not for me.
You’ve pissed me off.” From the noise in the background Mason was moving around
a busy city street.

“And what have I done to earn your anger?”
Nothing was going to darken his mood. He was happy.

“Tiffany Sanders is the problem.”

Laughing, Evan glanced out of the window.
Wendy’s father lived in a decent neighbourhood. He and Drake had discussed
going to her father. They’d both known she wasn’t a one-time kind of girl.
“You’ve known that girl a few hours.”

“What I didn’t know was that my brother is the
head chef where she worked. I didn’t investigate her when you asked for
information on Wendy. My brother wants Tiffany, and she made it clear last
night she wanted nothing to do with me.”

“So,” Evan said.

“So, my brother and I are kind of in the same
deal as you and Drake.”

Evan chuckled. “I see why you’re pissed.”

“I’m on my way to tell my brother, but fuck
me,
it is freaky what you learn.”

He listened to Mason rant for another five
minutes. When he saw Ronald Peterson’s house Evan ended the call. The streets
were bare, and the houses looked in need of a lick of paint and possibly some
structural work.

Getting out of the car Evan buttoned his coat
up. The biting chill of winter was still crawling through the city. He went and
knocked on the door. Six years had passed since he’d last seen the man.

Ronald opened the door. His shirt was stained,
and the glare on his face made Evan aware of the fact the older man recognised
him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Ronald
asked.

His introduction left a lot to be desired.

“May I come in?”

“What more could you fucking take from me? Did
you know my wife died because of you?”

Evan stood waiting. He knew plenty about the man
who’d fathered the woman he wanted. Wendy had gotten into his blood, and he
would never let her go.

“You better come in then.” Ronald walked away
leaving the door open. Considering the man looked a mess, the house was
spotless. Pictures of Wendy and his wife decorated most of the walls.

He followed the other man down to the sitting
room.

“I don’t know what you’ve got to say, but say it
quick.”

Evan couldn’t help staring at the pictures.
There was an entire life of Wendy splayed out in images. He saw a high-school
photo along with her graduation picture. She looked so happy and alive.

“That’s my only daughter you keep staring at.
She’s a good girl, but she doesn’t come around all that much anymore.”

Not saying a word Evan sat back and listened to
the older man. Ronald didn’t look anything like the man he’d done business with
over six years ago. The years hadn’t done well for him.

“I couldn’t keep my trap shut long enough. Wendy
couldn’t wait to get away.” Ronald stood picking up a photo. The image was of
Wendy sitting on Santa’s knee. Evan smiled thinking about a young Wendy being
excited about Christmas.

“I’ve come to talk to you about Wendy.” Evan
knew he was stalling by not being honest with the man.

“What? How do you even know Wendy?” Ronald
asked.

“She came into the club, and we met each other.”

“No, my Wendy wouldn’t go into your fucking sex
building.”

Biting his lip to
supress
the need to correct him, Evan kept on. “My brother and I want to offer for
her.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Ronald
asked.

“I’m in love with your daughter, and so is my
brother.”

“
You fucking
dirty
bastards. You’ve touched my daughter and manipulated her.”

Ronald raised his fist and paused as a noise
from the doorway startled both men. How much time had passed since he’d dropped
her off?

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

He saw the distrust shining in her eyes.

“You went to their club?” Ronald asked. The
outrage in his voice could not be mistaken. Her gaze flickered to her father
and then back at him.

“I needed to go and see for myself.”

“And the bastards have ruined you. Get the fuck
out of my house. Both of you get out.” Ronald wouldn’t listen to reason.

They were pushed out onto the street. Wendy
thumped the door when Ronald ignored her. She turned on him, her blue eyes
flashing fire as she closed the distance between them. She poked his chest.
“How fucking dare you? I asked you not to tell my father, and the first chance
you get you went and told him.”

“I was asking him for permission to date you and
possibly marry you, Wendy.”