The Billionaires: The Stepbrothers (Lover's Triangle 3)

THIRTEEN

Saturday couldn’t come fast enough for Scarlet.

Unfortunately, it brought with it a bout of nerves.

She had a hell of a time mentally mapping out her strategy to engage the senior Vandenberg and his wife, even though she had the entire flight from coast to coast to mull it all over. She was much too obsessed with her impending sleepover with Michael and Sam.

She sipped a glass of chardonnay in first class as she fought the jitters. She’d told Michael she had a good sense of what a ménage was all about. But that was all based on theory and conjecture. Scintillating tidbits relayed from Jewel and Bayli.

Scarlet had no idea what it was truly like to be pleasured by two men at the same time. Given her emerging prurient nature, she was relieved the subject had been broached not only with her best friends but also with Michael. For something like this to have happened impulsively would have thrown Scarlet for a major loop. She needed time to absorb the implication, process it, dissect a few scenarios, and just plain fantasize about Michael and Sam seducing her, kissing her, touching her, making her come.

Oh, Lord.

Already knowing how magnificent each man was in his own right, how it felt to have their hands and mouths on her body, how downright sinful it was to have each of them inside her, doubled her arousal.

Thank God they’d be spending the night in the guesthouse. Because it was not going to be a quiet evening.

She’d brought along some sexy lingerie. Didn’t really anticipate wearing it, though. At least, not for long.

Despite her fear of the unknown, Scarlet was probably more excited and eager than Michael or Sam. This was old hat for them, after all. Not their go-round with the same woman. But she hoped their most memorable one.

A second glass of wine helped bring her anxiety down a few notches. So that maybe she wouldn’t be a rambling, bumbling fool when she reached the estate. Though the buzz would likely wear off by then and she just might end up tripping all over her tongue.

As the plane touched down on the runway, Scarlet primped with her small compact and then ran a brush through her long, beachy curls.

Her pulse was a bit erratic as she walked the jetway, but at least she could breathe, thanks to the alcohol. Her skin tingled, though. And a little shiver of delight shimmied down her spine.

She was about to be very, very naughty.

Since she hadn’t checked her Rollaboard, she bypassed Baggage Claim and moved toward the exit Michael had texted as her pickup location. She searched the crowd for a driver holding a sign with her name on it but only saw one man.

Sam.

She smiled brightly at the sight of him and gravitated toward him like a magnet to steel.

“This is a surprise,” she said as he swept her into a fierce hug. “Michael indicated he was sending a car to get me to the helicopter.”

“He did. I got here a half hour ahead of you, so we can ride together.”

Sam loosened his embrace slightly and dipped his head. He kissed her the way only Sam Reed could. Softly and deeply. Scarlet nearly melted at his feet. Luckily, he still had a good hold on her.

When Sam finally broke the kiss, she was breathless.

He murmured, “Damn, you feel even better against my body than I remember.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere with me.” She winked.

With a low chuckle, he said, “Careful there, darlin’. Michael will be disappointed if we start the party without him.”

“Then let’s get going.”

Sam grabbed the handle of her suitcase and put his other hand at the small of her back to lead her out the sliding double doors. They walked toward the front of a long procession of executive cars and limos. A chauffeur alighted from a sleek black Mercedes limousine and opened the back door for them, then took Scarlet’s Rollaboard and Sam’s weekend tote and put them in the trunk.

Settled in the back of the vehicle, Scarlet was once again a bundle of nerves. Thrilled beyond all belief, too. Sam’s kiss had lit her insides. Tightened her nipples. Made her clit throb.

To distract herself from all the erotic sensations consuming her, she asked, “How long will it take to get to the Hamptons?”

“We’ll be at the estate shortly.”