Beast Brothers 2

So when I’m confronted with a set of twins who are every bit as mouthwatering as Megan’s Beast Brothers … and my love life has been rather, shall we say, nonexistent of late … you can hardly blame me for getting a little carried away.

All of this goes through my mind in a flash, and then I give them my best sultry smile. “Well, hello there.” Now honestly, I am not lying — or bragging — when I say I’ve got it going on. Not like I’m a beauty pageant winner, but I’ve had a fair bit of masculine attention over the years.

But my hunkalicious men don’t even bat an eye. “Name, please,” Sexy 1 says.

I cross my arms under my chest and push up my best assets. Their eyes don’t shift downward, not even a little. “You first.”

The men exchange a glance. Sexy 2 says to me, “You don’t seem to understand the position you’re in here.”

“What I understand,” I say, “is that I was minding my own business, taking care of the necessary, when you two assaulted me. Maybe you’re the ones who should be down at the station answering questions.”

They look at each other again, and this time Sexy 2 rubs his mouth in a conspicuously casual way, like he’s trying not to smile. Of all the nerve. But before I can gear up to tell them off again, Sexy 1 turns his gaze on me.

I suddenly go very still. Because there’s a no-nonsense chill in his eyes that tells me everything up until now has been them taking it easy on me. And I really, as in really, don’t want that to change.

“Zoe,” I say in a whisper. “Zoe Kelleher.”

“When were you born, Zoe Kelleher?” says Sexy 2.

I frown at him. “What?”

“Your date of birth.”

“Why?”

“Just answer the question,” Sexy 1 says.

Then it comes to me. “Oh. I get it. You want to know if it matches what’s on my ID. Which you looked at, when you were going through my purse.” I can tell I’m going to get mad again if I keep thinking about it, so I stop thinking about it and tell them my birthdate.

A quick eye flicker between the men is all it takes for them to communicate. They’ve got a rhythm; they must be used to working together. And thanks to Megan’s Beasts, that sends my mind straight back to the bedroom.

Two men, working together on me … there’s a fantasy for the ages. And thinking about it being these two men? Oh yeah.

3

Really, Really Bad

Alex

This girl is not the stalker. I could tell right away, but we may as well make absolutely sure, because she looks damn fine bent and spread.

She feels good too, soft curves under her silky blouse and short skirt. Long, bare legs rising out of her heeled boots. She doesn’t look like most of the crowd here. In fact, when I first saw her dart into the men’s room, I thought she might be someone from the executive staff at the arena, but Lucas rushed in after her so I followed.

Our job tonight feels like a joke. Of course any situation could turn serious, but we’re trying to track down a female fan who’s obsessed with one of the fighters. She probably just wants to profess her love for him in person or give him a pair of her panties, but we have to assume the worst and find her before she gets herself into trouble.

Our suspect pushes her long blonde hair behind her shoulder and looks at us with impatience. “So, are we done here?” she asks, shifting her narrowed gaze between us, pursing her dark red lips.

My brother isn’t done. He’s very thorough. “What were you doing in here?” he says.

“I told you already; I was peeing. I had an emergency. Couldn’t you hear me? Since when is using a public restroom a crime?”

I should move things along so we can do the job we’re supposed to be doing, but I find I’m not ready to leave this woman just yet. Of course I wouldn’t abuse our position, but my mind keeps searching for reasons I can frisk her again.

“You are aware this is a men’s room,” I say, wanting to get a rise out of her.

Blondie just glares back at me, a sharp inhale lifting her chest in a way that makes my cock twitch. “No kidding,” she says, not even trying to sound mistaken or sorry.

Lucas holds out Zoe’s purse. “You’re free to go,” he says.

“Wait a minute,” she says as she grabs her bag. “First you’re going to tell me what all this was about. Surely the two of you can’t be so hard-up for action that you have to accost unsuspecting women in restrooms.”

Something is hard, all right. Getting there at least. I take another glance at her toned thighs while my brother shows her his badge.

“We’re looking for someone,” he says. “Your behavior was suspicious.” Blondie’s expression softens a hair.

“You’re clear to go,” Lucas repeats.

She looks like she wants to say something, even opens her mouth, then closes it again and turns sharply on her heel.

She’s at the door when I speak up. “Zoe Kelleher.” She turns back to us and I toss her the mace I took away. She catches it smoothly.

“Be good,” I say, taking one last look at her full lips and thinking about how I’d like to get her to be bad. Really, really bad.

4

Make My Toes Curl

Zoe

Back in the arena, I squeeze past spectators to return to my seat. Megan has swapped seats with Cody and is now nestled snugly between her two men, looking like all is right in her world.

As far as the public knows, Megan and Brock are a couple. They don’t want reporters snooping into their private business, so they bring me or Tara along to pose as Cody’s date. Usually I’m happy to play along, but right now, seeing my friend surrounded by her twin hunks of perfection just adds to my bad mood.

Why is it that when I finally meet my sexy pair of identical brothers, they turn out to be uptight assholes?

I plop down in my seat with a harrumph, and Megan leans across my fake date to check on me. “Everything okay, Zoe?”

I utter another sound of frustration and lean back in my seat, arms folded. If I were a cartoon character, there’d be a dark, scribbled ball of anger above my head.

My friend slips over Cody’s lap to switch seats with him, and he supports her body like she’s a fragile jewel. As she settles in next to me, she smooths her shirt over her emerging baby bump and I see that glow of mom-to-be bliss flash across her features before she looks at me with concern.

“You all right? I was about to come looking for you.”

“I'm fine,” I huff. “I just had a run in with a couple of rent-a-cops.”

“What did you do?” Megan asks, cracking a suspicious smile. She knows me too well.

“I didn't do anything.” I feign interest in the match we're here to watch, but Megan continues to stare at me. When she doesn’t let up, I tell her what happened, embellishing my story only a little bit.

“Never a dull moment,” she says, shaking her head and giving me an affectionate look. She seems to think I live an exciting life, but she’s the one who’ll be going home with not one but two men — her baby daddies — and I’m the one who’s so desperate for action that I just got turned on, being frisked by rude strangers.

I love my friend and her men are nothing but sweet to me, but maybe all of this fake dating is cramping my style. “Tell me again why you won’t go public with your relationship,” I say, abruptly changing the s

ubject.

We’ve had this discussion before. “You know I don’t want to hurt their careers,” Megan says. “Fans can be … unforgiving.”

“Do they think it would hurt their careers?” I ask.

She looks thoughtful. “No. In fact, Brock is the one who brings it up the most, which I think is sweet. With the baby coming —”

A hush goes over the crowd, immediately followed by a loud eruption of yelling, drowning out the rest of Megan’s sentence. Maybe the fight is over and we can leave.

I look to the stage, expecting to see a victor, but instead the brawling has stopped and a woman is clinging to one of the fighters. It becomes immediately clear that the woman isn’t part of the plan. She’s wrapped around the guy like a koala in a tree and a small group of men are climbing onto the stage headed straight for her.

It doesn't take long for them to disentangle her, and as she's pulled off the mat, I see familiar faces. Two identical faces, looking stern as ever, keeping the world safe from misbehaving women. The memory of their firm hands on me returns unbidden, and my skin tingles at the thought. God, I need to get laid.

The match resumes and while I wait for it to end, I form a plan. Finally it’s time to go, and when we all rise to leave I say my goodbyes.

“Thank you for a lovely date,” I say with a smile and a wink before giving Cody a quick hug. “I'm going to catch a cab from here.”

“We'll take you home,” he says.

“No, I'll be fine,” I say. Megan steps in to find out what's going on and I hug her too. “I'm gonna hit a club,” I say.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I've been having a dry spell and it's time to make it rain,” I say.

Megan looks me over while I straighten my skirt. “Be careful,” is all she says.