Romance: JADEN: An MMA Fighter Romance (Bad Boy Tattoo Romance) (New Adult Pregnancy Short Stories) (34 page)

Megan paused in taking a sip of her second brandy and peered at the cowboy over the rim of her glass. “I want to be as far away from there as I can.” She didn’t elaborate, and both of the men knew that tone well enough to not ask her to. It was a tone of no nonsense and of secrets, and they both had enough of the latter to not ask.

“Make sense,” Michael said smoothly, covering up what would have been an awkward lapse in conversation if it had been just Andrew and Megan speaking one on one. “How long do you plan to stay?”

“I don’t know, until my funds run out, I guess,” Megan said. Her eyes seemed to light with something akin to terror for a moment, and she pulled the bottle of brandy towards her and poured yet another shot and downed it in one go. “That will be fairly quickly with this unexpected expense.” She slumped in the chair, nursing a fourth drink.

Andrew swallowed his feelings of regret. If he was nice to everyone, he would have no money and no business. He had learned that long ago. He needed to be hard to get customers. “We can make it a payment plan if you want to stay here longer,” he offered instead of a normal person’s apology. “I’d offer it to you for free, but I have to make a living somehow.”

“No, I understand,” Megan said quickly. “My father is a doctor.” She seemed to regret saying that and promptly shut her mouth.

They were all silent for several more minutes, growing hazier from alcohol consumption. It had always been a silent and long-standing contest between Andrew and Michael: who could drink the most without passing out or throwing up? So far, Andrew had been the victor, but only just barely. The last time they had gone out and drank—how long ago had that been, anyway?—he had been about to lose consciousness when Michael had fallen from his barstool, out cold. He had gotten an entire five minutes to revel in the victory and then woken up several hours later to find his face unpleasantly stuck to the bar countertop.

Michael glanced over at Andrew, and something that Megan wouldn’t have possibly understood passed between them.

If you win, you get her. It was all over his face, a look that Andrew had seen many times when they had been ‘prospecting’ in the bar, back when Andrew included himself in the festivities. It was in his body language, the tense way he held himself and the way his head was tilted. Andrew’s lips quirked into a smile. It was amazing that Michael had been able to pick up on that; Andrew prided himself on keeping subtle body movements and facial expressions from being perceptible to other people. That was why he always won at poker.

He nodded once, turning back to Megan. Challenge accepted.

The woman was looking at them with alcohol-laced eyes, dark, sultry and utterly alluring. If Andrew could have found the strength to move, he would have gotten up that moment and gone to kiss those beautifully parted-just-so lips the pale pink of rose petals. He wondered what she would feel like underneath him, her gentle curves that weren’t quite shaped enough to be athletic, but bordering on the fit side of body types—his favorite.

Alcohol had always done this strange thing to Andrew’s body, and there was no escaping the fact that he was almost painfully hard just thinking about touching Megan’s milky skin, to see it bare beneath him.

“What are you two going on about?” Megan asked, tilting her lips up in a lopsided smile.

Andrew vowed to keep quiet, to not let her know of what was happening between the two, but to his surprise Michael spoke up. Michael liked mystery—part of his allure, Andrew supposed—and didn’t tell women what he was thinking or what he was feeling unless he could use it to further his ability to get underneath their skin and directly into their hearts. Apparently, he thought that this was the way to go for Megan.

“We’re deciding which one of us gets you,” Michael said. The overlying tone was casual, almost disinterested, but anyone who had spent a little bit of time with the cowboy could have heard the tension that was underneath. He truly did care about this.

Megan’s eyes were blank for several heart-wrenching seconds that almost had Andrew fleeing from the room in embarrassment before they lit with a spark of amusement and a touch of something darker that made Andrew’s heart flutter.

“And what have you decided?”

There was a perceptible decrease in the tension coming from Michael and he leaned back, grinning that lazy smile that somehow had girls going nuts. “That we’ll see who can outdrink the other.”

“Oh? Is this how you usually solve problems?”

“Very common,” Andrew said. “It’s how we’ve decided our careers, even. After all, we both went to the same school and got the same degree. If I had lost that drinking contest, I would have been the one to bring you into Dr. Michael and wearing that ridiculous cowboy hat.”

Megan threw her head back and laughed. It was low, rich and something that sent chills down Andrew’s spine. He looked over at Michael to see if he was similarly affected, and saw the glimmer of interest that was quite perceptible in the other man’s gaze. “You are too funny, Dr. Andrew. And I don’t think that you’ll have to do that this time. Why can’t I have both of you?”

Andrew froze, mind clearing for a mere second and seeing exactly where this was going.

Memories intruded moments after imagining himself and Michael in the same bed, memories that were more physical than mental. He could still feel the hard leather strap of his father’s belt falling on his shoulders when he had been discovered kissing the high school football team quarterback behind the school one afternoon.

Michael and Megan had frozen as well, as if they had all gotten an electric shot that spiked straight through the alcohol that clouded their brains.

No one moved for several moments.

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Megan slapped a hand over her mouth after a few moments of shock. Had she honestly just said that? The look of pure horror on Andrew’s face was enough for her to realize that she had made a huge mistake; this she knew even with her alcohol-impaired senses. Shit, shit, shit, how do I remedy this?

“I apologize,” she said finally, the brandy letting her do much more talking than she should. “I would have never said something like that sober.”

There was a moment of deadly still silence. Andrew’s handsome face was shadowed with the kind of fear that went deeper than just being against something casually—like her and chocolate ice cream. No, this was something deep and psychological.

Michael’s gaze was unreadable, and he moved slowly, setting his drink down on the table that Megan had been lying on only a few hours ago. “I am not opposed to this,” he said, his gaze still unreadable.

There was a ‘but’. There was always a ‘but’ in these situations. Megan didn’t relax a bit at the admission. She had supposed that he was open to that—he had the kind of casual nature that people like her were drawn to, the ability to try anything and everything new. She hadn’t thought about the effect it would have had on Andrew. “But?”

“But I am not sure if Andrew would—

“I’ll do it,” Andrew said in a quick burst, as if the fact that he said it more quickly would make it go away sooner. He paused, took a deep, shuddering breath and then continued in a slower, more controlled voice. “I would like to. I can’t let Michael have all the fun, now can I?”

“Are you sure?” The concern that was present in Michael’s voice for his friend was tangible in the air, almost like a living and breathing thing. Megan was jealous of the kinship they had. She had never gotten that attached to anyone. She had never allowed to let herself create bonds so tight that they would make her nearly inseparable from someone.

“If you don’t mind,” Andrew said, looking away from the cowboy.

“I’m not opposed,” Michael said, shrugging and standing up. “Should I carry her, or should you?”

“You can, I’ll get whatever we need.” He turned to Megan, and his voice changed back to that cool business tone that he had used when telling her what her condition was and the treatment. “Are you sure this is something you want?”

“I’ve done this before,” Megan said. She remembered the feeling of two sets of hands caressing her, lavishing her with almost too much attention, the feel of someone in her mouth and buried deep inside of her and shivered. “I want it more than anything.”

Andrew nodded, and before she could say anything else, she was enveloped in Michael’s arms. She let herself fall against him. He was equally as muscled as Andrew, though from hard work instead of a gym. She slid her hand up the cowboy’s chest and touched his jaw.

“Careful,” he murmured, carrying her into another room, up a flight of stairs she hadn’t remembered being there. “I doubt you want to be taken against the wall.”

The silky implications in his voice were enough to make her burn hot with desire. Megan gave him a wry smile. “I’d love it.”

“Next time, then.”

The fact that they hadn’t even kissed yet and he was already offering her a next time shocked Megan. She looked up at Michael and remembered how beautiful his smile had been against those beautiful red rocks. She imagined riding into the sunset with him whenever she felt inclined to, and for the first time, it didn’t feel constricting.

It scared her. She was used to floating around, belonging to no one and nowhere and calling nothing but her few possessions that were just as detached as she was something that was her own. What could this man do that would make her want to stay with him for the rest of her life? It had to be the charming smile and the way he looked at her as if she were deserving of the attention of the entire world. No, that wasn’t quite it. It was the way he acted with Andrew as well. There was true love there, the kind that was only written about in epics. It might not be inherently sexual in nature, but they were closer than any brothers would ever be. She wanted to belong to a tightly knit group of such people: charming and confident Michael as well as genius and kind Andrew.

She leaned up and placed a chaste kiss along the slope of Michael’s jaw.

They were in a room that was dark and absolutely perfect. Michael moved around the place as if he knew it as well as his own and flipped on a soft lamp that barely cast any light over anything, but it would be enough for them to make out each other’s shapes and see the changes in their bodies as they brought each other pleasure.

Michal arranged Megan on the bed in a comfortable position and took his plaid shirt off, leaving him in his wife beater. She liked the look on him, and the pounding desire that was like a second heartbeat deep in the pit of her stomach washed through her entire body with a force that was strong enough to make her gasp.

A moment later, the door opened and shut, and Andrew was there as well. He had unbuttoned his shirt, and Megan could finally see the definition of his six pack and the way his pectorals stood proudly. She imagined running a tongue in between the muscles and watching Andrew’s face contort with desire. She whimpered. Andrew immediately leaned over her leg, mistaking the sound for pain. “Are you okay?”

“Bed. Now.” She hardly got anything else out before he was beside her, fingers twining in her hair.

Megan distantly heard Michael ask if it was okay if he took bottom and heard Andrew’s grunt of approval before his lips were crashing into hers. She gasped against the sudden pressure, lips molding against his as if they had been created for that very purpose. His lips were a unique blend of soft flesh and force that bordered on pain. She opened her mouth, allowed him to enter, and as their tongues slid over one another, she felt an electric bolt of desire go directly to her aching core. She pressed herself harder against him in the best way she could while lying immobile with Michael’s legs trapping her to the bed.

“Are you ready?” Andrew asked as he broke away and glanced up at Michael.

The cowboy nodded, and he put a hand on Andrew’s arm. “You don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.”

“I’d like to see you try to stop me,” Andrew all but snarled, and Megan could feel his length pressed against her, hard as rock. She shivered at the sensation and slid one hand up his muscled abdomen to push the shirt off of his shoulders. He leaned back down and captured her lips in a kiss once more, effectively swallowing her sound of pain and surprise as Michael lifted her legs and placed them around his hips. Andrew’s tongue flicked out and ran along her bottom lip, sending little crackles of electricity down her body that only intensified as she felt Michael slowly enter her. She whimpered at the damn close to heavenly sensation.

It had been so long since she had been so attended to, so loved. The beauty of it nearly brought tears to her eyes as she felt Michael fill her up and Andrew grip her head harder, other hand feathering light touches down her abdomen, removing her hastily undone clothes and cupping one breast in his hand. He didn’t break the heady and intoxicating kiss for several long moments as pleasure spiked through Megan’s body over and over again, originating from so many different sources that it was nearly overwhelming.

When he finally did, Megan took a deep, long draught of the air that had been replaced by Andrew for however long her body could stand it and glanced up at him. His hair was mussed, eyes laced with the after-effects of alcohol and burning bright with passion.

He leaned down to kiss her again, but she stopped him with a quick and breathless, “Wait.”

He frowned down at her, confusion clouding the passion in his eyes for a mere second before she rested her fingers against his length, still fully clad in trousers.