Desire (7 page)

“I invited Mason for the friend. He wanted to
get out, and he was more than interested in getting to know Tiffany.”

Drake listened with half an ear as he looked
over at the floor below them. He saw her the moment she walked onto the main
dance floor. Her black hair contrasted with the tight red dress she wore. His
cock thickened at the sight of her. She was the most beautiful woman in the
room. Tiffany, the blonde, followed behind her. Her friend wore a bikini style
top with a short miniskirt. Both women were beautiful, but Drake only had eyes
for one.

“There’s Mason at the bar. I think we should go
and introduce ourselves to the ladies,” Evan said, buttoning up his jacket.

Drake followed behind him. Several people
stopped them on their way to the bar. Wendy was ordering a drink when they got
to her side.

“Dave, get these ladies whatever they want for
the rest of the night. Put it on my tab,” Evan said to the barman.

Drake saw Mason had spotted them and headed in
their direction.

“I can pay for my own drinks,” Wendy said,
putting her cash into her purse.

“So you must be the lovely Evan while you’re the
tongue tasting Drake,” Tiffany said.

Drake chuckled when he saw Wendy’s cheeks bloom
red. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Tiffany.” He took her hand and kissed
her knuckles.

“Tiffany, this is Evan. Evan, this is my friend
and roommate, Tiffany.” Wendy gave the introductions.

Drake ignored what Evan said as he took her in.
She was so fucking gorgeous. He couldn’t wait to get a taste of her plump lips.
Dave brought their drinks back before leaving them to serve another customer.

“Tiffany, I’d like to introduce you to our
friend, Mason,” Drake said. He didn’t look up as he was enjoying the sight of
his woman.

My
woman, where did that come from?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Mason worked his
charm on Tiffany.

His brother took control herding them all to
their exclusive booth. Drake shook hands with some men but ignored the women
giving him the eye. The woman he wanted was next to him. Wendy sat between him
and Evan.

“Is it okay if I leave my drink here? Wendy has
something she wants to say, and she needs privacy. Come on, Mason. Show me how
you move,” Tiffany said, dragging the other man off to the dance floor.

“She’s subtle, isn’t she?” Wendy said, mocking
her friend.

Chuckling, Drake placed his arm along the back
of the chair. He played with the few curls escaping the clip that held her hair
on the top of her head. She moaned leaning back against his arm. “This is too
much,” she said.

“Do you have an answer for us?” Evan asked,
getting straight to it.

She tensed. Shooting a glare at his brother,
Drake settled her back against him.

“Ignore him. You can take all the time you like.”

Wendy smiled up at him. “I can see who is the
bossier of the two.” She snuggled against him. “I don’t need more time. My
answer is yes, but I’ve got a few conditions.”

Evan sipped his drink while Drake continued to
stroke her hair. The length was soft, and her floral scent invaded his senses.
Her scent was not as good as the scent of her pussy.

Having her next to him soothed him. The last few
days without catching a glimpse of her were worth it in face of what he was
feeling with her.

“I don’t want my father to know.”

Drake almost spat his drink back into his glass.
“You think we’d tell your father we were fucking you?” he asked, amazed.

She flushed, glancing down at her drink. “No, I
didn’t think that, but I don’t want him to know at all. This is about us. The
only one I’ve told is Tiffany. She wouldn’t advertise our sex life to the
world.”

“We’re not that popular, baby,” Evan said.

“It’s not that I’m ashamed. When this is over I
don’t want people staring at me and pointing.”

Drake tensed. She didn’t see this as anything
other than a bit of fun. He wanted to tell her otherwise and was about to until
Evan shook his head. Gritting his teeth together Drake let it go. For all of
Evan’s faults, he knew what to do most of the time. Still, if this plan risked
his chance with Wendy then Drake would fucking kill
him.
Brother or not, he wasn’t coming between him and happiness.

****

Evan stopped his brother from saying otherwise
because he sensed the struggle inside the woman they wanted. She’d agreed to be
with them even as she held herself back. He understood the point of her father
not knowing. Ronald Peterson would do nothing but cause them problems. Problems
Wendy didn’t deserve. Sipping his drink he placed his hand on her knee and
started to stroke her soft flesh.

She looked sexy as sin tonight. He couldn’t wait
to see what she had on underneath the dress.

“We can deal with those requests. Anything
else?” he asked.

“Yes, you’re going to have to wear condoms
because I’m not on any birth control. That’s all I’ve got. If you don’t like
them I understand.”

Drake caught her chin in his hand. His brother
didn’t kiss her, but the intent shone in his eyes. “I would do anything for
another taste of you.”

She turned to him. “What about you?”

“I’ve yet to taste your pussy, baby. I’m looking
forward to what you have to offer.”

Before Wendy got chance to say anything more
Tiffany came back to the table. Mason followed behind her looking far too
pleased. She took a drink and then pulled Wendy onto the dance floor.

Evan sat back watching his woman move her body
to the music.

“She’s a sexy woman,” Mason said, sitting down.

Evan glared at the man.

“Not Wendy. I’m talking about Tiffany. She’s hot
and moves like a dream.”

“Don’t hurt her, Mason. She’s Wendy’s closest
friend, and that makes her important to us.”

Mason nodded. “I figured it was serious when
Evan asked for detailed info on her. She’s the
one
you guys have been looking for?”

Evan jerked his head confirming it. His gaze
moved towards her on the floor. The dress she wore didn’t cover enough skin as
far as he was concerned.

“I’m going to join our lady.” Drake moved out of
the booth. Evan stayed and watched. He got turned on enough by watching, and
that was what he would do. Drake pulled Wendy against him. She tensed at first
clearly getting used to his attentions.

Tiffany laughed swinging her hips along with the
beat of the music.

“You can’t keep your eyes off her,” Mason said.

“She’s the one.”

“You don’t know her, and you’re already
convinced she’s the one.”

He turned to Mason in time to see the other man
shake his head. “I don’t need to know her. I know how I feel, and she’s here.”
Pressing a palm to his heart he rubbed the spot.

“I think you’re insane.”

“Then it’s a good job you’re not the one who’s
doing this.”

Turning his gaze back to the dance floor, Evan
saw Tiffany walking over to him.

“I think you should go and dance with her.”

“I can’t. It’s part of her rules.”

She blew a raspberry. “Screw her rules, Evan. Go
and dance with her.” Tiffany pulled him out of the booth and shoved him in the
direction of Wendy.

He didn’t know what the others did as he made
his way onto the dance floor. Wendy’s arm was curled around the back of Drake’s
neck as her back pressed against his front.

As he walked up to her Evan got a good view of
her full curves. The dress moulded to every delightful curve. Her waist nipped
in and then filled out to wide hips. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her
hips as he fucked her hard and fast. Her eyes opened. The flush in her cheeks
deepened as he moved close.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Wrapping an arm around her waist he pulled her
close. She let go of Drake to wrap her arm around his neck. She let out a gasp
followed by a moan.

“I’m dancing with my woman.”

She whimpered when Drake laid a kiss to her
neck. With her hair off her neck it left a great deal of flesh uncovered, and
his brother went in.

Her grip tightened around his neck.

“That feels so good.”

The crowd faded around them until they were the
only three people stood in the room. Evan only had eyes for one woman.

“You’re making me forget myself,” she said.

“That’s the point.” He whispered the words
against her ear.

She stared up at him through drooping eyes.

Evan witnessed the need in her gaze. Her lips
were full and ripe. Her nipples poked against the front of her dress inviting
him to taste her.

“What do you want?” Evan asked.

Drake rested his fingers on her neck. His touch
made her close her eyes before answering.

“I want you and Drake.”

When the dance ended Evan escorted her back to
the table. He ordered her a drink, which was non-alcoholic. He didn’t want to
have to deal with a drunken woman tonight. Tonight he wanted to enjoy the
pleasure of fucking her and getting to know every inch of her glorious body.

Mason and Tiffany were muttering to each other
as they sat down.

“This club is amazing,” Tiffany said.

“Thank you. This was a dream of ours for some
time.”

“I think it’s time Wendy and I went and powdered
our noses.” Tiffany took the lead, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the
booth.

Evan watched them go.

“They’ll be fine going to the ladies’ room.
They’re probably talking about you and what’s going to happen tonight,” Mason
said.

“Will you be taking Tiffany home?” Evan asked.

“No. She said it was nice to meet me, but she
didn’t want to be anything other than an acquaintance. She’s here to make sure
Wendy doesn’t chicken out.” Mason placed his arms out on the back of the booth.
“She’s a great gal.”

Evan saw Tiffany’s brush off had upset his
friend. Mason rarely got turned down. Drake chuckled by his side. Smirking,
Evan sipped his drink wondering what the two women were talking about. He
couldn’t wait to get her alone. He already had the driver on standby.

Chapter
Eight

The ladies’ room was full. They waited for their
space at the mirrors before talking. Tiffany ignored the girls who glared at
her. Wendy chuckled as she touched up her lipstick. She didn’t wear anything
else but lipstick while her friend applied it all.

“Your men are hot. You’re one lucky girl.”

Taking a deep breath Wendy glanced at their
reflection in the mirror.

“No, don’t tell me you’re having doubts?”
Tiffany asked.

“I’m not having doubts. Well, I guess I’m having
small doubts but nothing out of the ordinary. This is my first relationship in
a year. I’m nervous, and it’s not really a proper relationship. It’s just sex.”

“Sex is a good place to start. You need to rid
your mind of all those crappy boyfriends you’ve had.”

“All of those? How many guys do you think I’ve
dated?” Wendy chuckled as Tiffany adjusted her breasts.

“Not enough.”

Wendy shivered thinking about their touch on her
body. They were both powerful in their own way. She didn’t know how she was
going to survive the night with them, let alone the next couple of weeks.

They made their way out of the ladies’ room, and
she touched Tiffany’s arm. “I don’t want to go back there yet. I need to get my
head together.”

“You can’t back out.”

“I’m not going to. I need a minute. This is the
first time I’ve ever been any kind of seductress.”

Leaning against the wall Wendy took several deep
breaths. Her body was primed and ready for sex. Since she’d seen the two
brothers together she’d been ready for them.
 

“You’re hot and ready for them. We need to go
back there. I know you, Wendy. You’re getting ready to back out.”

“I’m not.” She lied easily.

Tiffany raised her brow then tugged Wendy along
until they were at the table.

“It’s getting late, and I think it’s time for me
to go home. I’ve got to work tomorrow,” Tiffany said.

“That’s my cue to leave.” Mason placed some cash
on the counter then stood. “I’ll be seeing you later.” He spoke to the Johnson
brothers before he placed a hand at her friend’s back. Wendy watched her best
friend leave.

“I think it’s time we go as well,” Drake said.
In one swift move he stood in front of her. His fingers grazed the skin of her
arm. She shivered from his small touch.

“I’m ready to go.”

Evan downed his drink then stood. “Let’s go.
I’ve organised the safety of the club.” She watched as he flicked open his cell
phone. He spoke quickly as they made their way out of the club.