Double Her Fantasy by Randi Alexander

ask you.”
    “How many?” He knew where she was going with the question, but wanted to hear it from her own beautiful mouth.
    Her body stiffened. “How many women have you shared?”
    “Thousands.”

Chapter Eight
    Megan gasped in a breath, pushing back slightly in Garret’s arms. Thousands? He and Trey had shared thousands of women? The sky above the hotel’s deck seemed to spin.
    “Maybe tens of thousands.” Garret shook his head and grinned. “It’s so hard to keep track of—”
    She thumped him on the chest and smiled. “You big liar. I almost believed you for a second.”
    He swayed them to the music floating out the door of the club. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to freak out.”
    “Promise.” She squinted, waiting for the number.
    “Seven.”
    “Oh.” Her body relaxed. “I’d thought there’d be more.”
    “We’ve had separate women, but sharing is different. It takes a lot of time and patience, and you know about our rule of no one-on-one, right?”
    She nodded. “How many of those seven were long-term relationships?”
    “Define ‘long-term’.”
    “Well, more than a week. Or someone you thought might be around for a long time.”
    He wished he could say, besides you? but that might frighten her. “In college, that three-way lasted two weeks. When Trey went back to Texas, she wanted to go with him, but he wasn’t interested.”
    “You mean, she wanted to…marry him? And dump you?”
    Laughing, he spun them across the patio floor in a wild parody of a waltz. “Wouldn’t be the first time, or the last. He runs a multi-million dollar empire. He’s sexy, so I’m told. What woman wouldn’t want to land him?”
    “Huh.”
    He stopped and they swayed together, slowly, as he held her against him. Her body was a temptation he had to fight to resist. Even more tempting, he’d like to know what she was thinking. “Of course, it’s gone the other way a couple times, too. I’m some big celebrity, and women have tried to shove Trey out of the picture to get me to the altar.”
    “How did that feel?”
    “Not what I wanted.” He’d be honest with her. “When we find a woman who’ll take both of us, it’s like…” He searched for a word to capture the euphoria, the intense satisfaction he gained from sharing someone with his brother. “The perfect storm of sex.”
    “Wow.” She giggled. “What does that mean?”
    “It’s hard to explain. There’s just something that happens when it’s the three of us. Like being on some drug that makes everything more real, more concentrated. We’re more alive.”
    Her cheeks turned a deep red. “I know what you mean. That’s how it was for me, too, with you and Trey.”
    “Perfect.” He’d wanted to hear her say that. “I’m glad you decided to stay.”
    She rested her cheek on his shoulder. “You need to stop working so much so the three of us can test that theory.”
    He laughed, his heart soaring with light and desire. “Promise. I’m not working tomorrow, but I’ll need to crash for about ten hours. Tomorrow night, you come to our suite wearing that red sexy thing Trey told me about, and we’ll make some noise.” The instant movie that played in his brain sent torrents of heat to his cock and balls.
    She leaned back and looked up at him. “Tomorrow night. I can’t wait.”
    Goddamn, he needed her. Sucking in a breath, he gave himself a shakedown and cooled the flames. “Hang on.” He stepped back and found the plastic rectangle in his pocket. He went down on one knee.
    Her eyes popped wide. “Garret!”
    He lifted the keycard in his palm. “Megan Shore, will you be our lover?”
    She pressed her hand to her chest and laughed. “You are just terrible. Get up before somebody snaps a photo and sells it to the tabloids.”
    He stood, grinning. “Wouldn’t that be funny?”
    “No.”
    He sobered. “Right, sorry.” He’d forgotten about her stalker. Handing her the card,