Finding Her Fantasy (3 page)

Maybe deep down, she hadn’t trusted him either since he’d never been able to get them
from her. But that would change soon enough. She owed him, and as far as he was concerned,
she’d pay up or pay the consequences.

Erik sat back in the leather chair on board the Citation that would take them back
to Belize and studied Melinda as she slept on the sofa. Her skirt bunched around the
top of her thighs and he couldn’t help but admire her long legs. He’d always thought
Melinda was a looker ever since he’d met her at one of her brother’s parties.

Her combination of black hair and gray eyes had caught his attention. Her intelligence
and drive had kept it. At her brother’s parties, he’d often sought her out just to
talk. He enjoyed her company. But she’d changed when she’d started dating that weasel
who’d broken her heart. He’d kept a tight rein on her. Too tight as far as Erik was
concerned. He’d even brought those concerns to Marcus, who’d agreed with him. Unfortunately,
Marcus hadn’t been able to get through to her and had for a time, only succeeded in
pushing her away.

He never did see what she saw in Clark. He and Jon read right through him from the
start, but he must’ve been one hell of a con to put one over on Melinda.

With a sigh, he stood and walked over to the couch. Staring down at her, he wondered
how she could’ve let a man rob her of her confidence, her trust. He’d never been in
love, so maybe that was why he didn’t understand. He and Jon would help her, though.
She would get all that back and then some. By the time she left their company, she
would be the seductive tigress he knew she could be.

He used the tip of his finger to brush her hair away from her cheek. The strand fell
against the others, curling softly on the end. She had naturally curly hair. Instead
of tight curls, it formed soft, loose curls. He lifted her hair, letting the strands
wrap around his hand like a silken scarf. He’d make sure no other man ever did this
to her again.

The pilot, Gary, stuck his head out the cockpit door. “The trip should take us a total
of six hours.”

Erik straightened and let her hair fall from around his hand as he turned to face
Gary. “Give me about thirty minutes to get her positioned.”

Gary nodded and glanced toward Melinda with curiosity. It wasn’t the first time he’d
seen them bring a woman with them, although it might be the first time he would hear
her cursing them to oblivion. Erik was sure Melinda would be pissed the second she
woke up.

“If you need any help, just let me know,” Gary said, his lips lifting in a mischievous
grin.

Erik smiled back, but shook his head. “Not this time.”

“Ah,” Gary acknowledged with a nod. “Let me know if you change your mind,” he added
as he turned back into the cockpit, leaving Erik alone with Melinda once again.

He looked back down at her sleeping form. Letting his gaze travel the length of her
slim figure, he frowned slightly. He remembered her as being much curvier. She’d lost
weight.

Jon climbed the stairs and stepped into the cabin, drawing Erik’s attention away from
the sleeping beauty on his couch.

“I put her suitcase in the luggage compartment, along with her purse and cell phone.”

“Good,” Erik replied.

Jon glanced at him, then Melinda. “She looks so peaceful. I almost hate to disturb
her.”

Erik nodded. “I was just thinking the same thing. I have a feeling peaceful is the
last thing she will be once she wakes up.”

Jon snickered. “I thought you liked it when they fought you.”

“Sometimes,” Erik replied softly. “I like fire, and from what I remember, Melinda
has lots of fire, but…”

Jon studied him intently and Erik looked away, not sure he was ready for Jon to know
just how much he liked Melinda. It wouldn’t be a good thing at all for him to develop
feelings for her. He never had in the past with other women, so he wasn’t sure why
he even thought he might this time. But the thought was there, deep inside, that Melinda
would be different. Much different.

“Do you want her on the bed?” Jon asked.

Erik was relieved Jon hadn’t pressed him and glanced back toward the bedroom. He pursed
his lips in thought. “No,” he replied. “Let’s remove her clothes and put her in the
recliner.”

Jon looked at the chair Erik referred to with a frown. “You sure she’ll be comfortable
in that thing?”

Erik shrugged one shoulder. “We’ll recline it. She should be waking soon, so let’s
get her settled. I want her bound as well.”

Jon’s lips twitched slightly as he opened a cabinet door and pulled out four silk
bindings. “Don’t want her throwing things at us?”

“Not on the plane,” Erik said, his own lips twitching at the mental image of Melinda
in a fit of rage. He liked women with a temper.

* * * *

Melinda stared in stunned silence at a pair of deep blue eyes. It was the only thing
she could see through the slit in his mask. But it was enough. She knew those eyes.
Those beautiful blue eyes were attached to an even more beautiful man.

Her heart raced. Marcus had sent him? Erik Duvall?

He was one of her brother’s friends. He and Jon owned a consulting business. On top
of that, he was supposed to be some sort of stock-market guru, which is apparently
where he’d earned most of his money. She’d met him several times but she’d always
considered him and Jon off-limits because of their friendship with her brother.

Why did he have to send him?

“Erik,” she whispered.

“Yes?” he drawled, his deep, sexy timbre sending shivers of wicked delight up her
spine.

With a gasp, she opened her eyes and stared at the very man she’d apparently been
dreaming about standing just a few feet away. His shirt was partially open, exposing
a smooth, tan, muscular chest. She moved her gaze upward, past his shoulder-length
black hair, strong chin covered with a day’s growth of whiskers, full, kissable lips,
and the prettiest pair of blue eyes she’d ever seen surrounded by thick, black lashes
just like his hair.

She swallowed, forcing herself to scowl as opposed to stare like a virgin who’d never
seen a man. Her stomach felt queasy and her head pounded behind her eyes, so appearing
displeased was an easy feat at the moment. She’d kill her brother for this.

She tried to lift her hand, but couldn’t. She froze, the heat of a blush moving over
her entire body as the realization she was naked and splayed out in front of him like
a buffet hit her full force.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

“You talk in your sleep, did you know that?” he asked, tilting his head to the side
in the most adorable manner.

His eyes crinkled in amusement, and her scowl deepened as she tried to cover her embarrassment.
Jon moved to stand behind him, and Melinda rolled her eyes. Of course he would be
there. Erik never kidnapped women without Jon.

Jon could easily be described as Erik’s spitting image. She often wondered if they
were related, but Marcus had confirmed they were not. They just looked a lot alike.
About the only difference was Jon had shorter hair—much shorter. And his eyes weren’t
quite as vivid as Erik’s.

“Do the two of you go to the bathroom together as well?” she snapped, voicing her
thoughts out loud without really meaning to.

Erik chuckled while Jon raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” Jon asked with amusement.

“I was just…never mind,” she grumbled. “Could you at least cover me up?”

“No,” they replied in unison.

“Of course not. Wouldn’t want your slaves to have even the tiniest bit of modesty,”
she replied with sarcasm.

Jon snorted, while Erik just grinned.

They found her amusing. That didn’t make her feel better.

She glanced around, trying to ignore the fact that Erik’s gaze on her body made her
flesh tingle. She noticed the narrow room, the oblong windows, and groaned.

“We’re on a plane?” she asked. “Where are we going?”

“Does it matter?” Erik asked, his voice so deep and sexy she wanted to melt into a
puddle.

“I suppose not,” she snarled. Lifting her bound hands, she curled her lip in disgust,
belaying the fact that disgust was the last thing she felt. What she truly felt was
excitement. “It’s not like I can go anywhere.”

“Oh, you’ll be going somewhere,” Erik murmured.

Try as she might, Melinda couldn’t stop her gaze from taking in his powerful torso,
his lean waist. God, he looked good. Especially in that crisp white shirt that accentuated
his dark tan and vivid blue eyes.

She glanced over at Jon who stood slightly to the side. He wore a soft blue shirt
that made his eyes look darker than usual. Jon was no less attractive, but he lacked
the dangerous look of Erik. Jon was more soft-spoken, more patient. Erik was wild,
raw. She imagined he would like his sex a little on the rough side.

Would the softer side of Jon and the rougher side of Erik balance each other out?

She felt her nipples begin to harden as she imagined what being with the two of them
would be like. It had been so long since she’d had sex. It had been even longer since
she’d had good sex.

Sex with her ex, Clark, had been pleasurable, but not earth shattering. Sex with these
two would be earth shattering.

Erik’s gaze dropped to her breasts and his lips lifted in a soft, knowing grin that
made Melinda blush in shame. He could tell this turned her on—the way they looked
at her, the bindings, the uncertainty of what came next. It all made her crazy and
they could tell.

Jon slid the back of his fingers up the inside of her thigh, slowly brushing them
over her flesh. Melinda shivered as his eyes met hers through his lashes.

“I know you’re not cold,” Jon murmured.

Melinda swallowed as his fingers came ever closer to the throbbing apex of her thighs.
He didn’t touch her. Instead, his hands slid back down her leg toward her knee. Her
skin warmed and her pussy began to feel achy. She glanced down at herself and almost
cringed at her splayed thighs. The footrest of the recliner was up and her ankles
were bound on either side of it, leaving her thighs spread wide.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but lie there while they did as they pleased.
A split-second image of Erik’s head buried between her thighs flashed through her
head and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud.

“She’s very responsive,” Jon murmured as he feathered the back of his fingers over
her labia.

Her stomach muscles quivered in response as she fought the desire to lift her hips
toward his touch. She should be angry with them. She should be. Unfortunately, anger
was the last thing she felt at the moment.

Melinda drew in a slow, not so steady breath as Jon continued to gently rub her pussy.
Erik added his hand and pressed the tip of his finger between her labia, applying
gentle pressure to her opening. She could feel her juices coating his finger and she
closed her eyes in mortification.

“Look at me,” Erik commanded.

Melinda reluctantly opened her eyes and met Erik’s as he removed his finger from her
pussy and slid it between his lips, licking the cream.

“I believe you’re ready for the toys,” Erik said with a wicked grin that made Melinda’s
stomach flip. He dragged his gaze away from hers and looked to Jon. “Get me the Rabbit.”

“The what?” she choked out, barely able to catch her breath.

Erik stared at her in surprise as Jon moved to pull something from the black bag close
by. “Surely you’ve heard of a Rabbit.”

Her face flushed in embarrassment. “I um…I…”

She bit her lower lip, wondering why she struggled with finding something to say.

Erik smiled softly, and she frowned, wanting to smack that knowing grin off his face.
Unfortunately, tied the way she was, she couldn’t do anything—anything except take
what they gave her. That thought made her heart race wildly.

Jon came back and stood at her side. Leaning over, he pressed the head of the thick
toy into her opening. She swallowed back her moan as he pushed it deep into her channel.
Its girth stretched her walls, made her feel full, and she swallowed down the moan
of pleasure that threatened to escape her lips.

Watching Erik’s heated gaze, Melinda gasped as Jon positioned the ears of the Rabbit
at her clit.

“Oh, God,” Melinda whispered as she realized they were going to turn it on and watch
as she exploded to the ministrations of the toy.

She’d never done anything like this in front of anyone and began to shake her head,
staring pleadingly at Erik, then Jon.

“No,” she said.

Jon ignored her pleas and flipped the switch, turning on the toy. Melinda groaned
as the ears began to massage her clit in slow, sensual movements. She bit her lip,
hard. She was sure if she kept that up, she’d draw blood before too much longer.

“I’ll tell you what, beautiful,” Erik said as he leaned down and braced his hands
on the armrest of the chair.

It brought his face close to hers and his hair brushed against her cheek. She had
a sudden and obscene desire to run her fingers through it, tug him down for a kiss.
She even lifted her hands, but when the restraints bit into her wrists, she realized
they were still tied down.

“What?” she croaked as the shaft of the toy began to vibrate.

“If you can keep yourself from coming, I’ll untie you.”

Her eyes opened wide. “For how long?”

“Until we get tired of watching you fight it, which might take quite a while.” His
gaze dropped to her swollen breasts. “I especially like how your breasts rise and
fall with your panting.” He brought his eyes back to hers. “I like how your hips lift
just a little in rhythm with the ears. Do you like how those ears are rubbing against
your clit?”

Melinda gasped at how his words made her even hotter. “And if I can’t stop myself?”
she whispered.