Scandalous by Karen Erickson Read Free Book Online

all three of them.
    Brandon had always been a considerate lover.
    “Hey, none of that. Not yet.” Brandon walked back into the
room, and they both sprang away from each other. Eric knew Brandon was teasing,
but he also caught a glimpse of the tension in his body, the anticipation
almost palpitating off of him in waves.
    He knew Brandon eagerly awaited this moment almost as much
as he did. Hell, he still couldn’t believe it was happening.
    “Let’s go back to the bedroom,” Brandon suggested, his voice
a low, sexy rumble as he glanced between the two of them.
    Alexa immediately followed behind him, and Eric fell into
step behind her. All her talk of not liking a bossy man, she certainly seemed
to respond to Brandon without any problem. She just might discover there was a
bit of a sexual thrill in being told what to do, he thought.
    The room was dark, lit by sporadic candles placed here and
there. Quite the sensual mood considering Eric wouldn’t describe Brandon as
romantic. Sexy as hell and commanding in bed, absolutely. Definitely not
romantic.
    “Just trying to set the mood,” Brandon murmured as if he
could read Eric’s mind. Not the first time he’d done something like that
either.
    They’d been pretty much in sync since the day they met.
    “Your bed is huge,” Alexa murmured as she ran a hand along
the comforter. “And soft.”
    “Enough room for all three of us,” Brandon said. His voice
was firm, edged with steel, and Eric’s cock lengthened at his comment. At the
thought of all three of them naked and tangled up in the sheets together.
    He could hardly wait.
    Eagerly he reached for her, his hands alighting upon Alexa’s
waist, but Brandon’s low grumble from behind stopped him in his tracks. He
turned to find Brandon glowering at Alexa.
    “Let her do it. I want Lexi to strip for both of us.” She
visibly bristled at his command, and Brandon shook his head with a chuckle. “I
might not get to fuck you, but I’m calling the shots here tonight.”
    “And what if I don’t like it?” She rested her hands on her
hips — feisty and steaming mad. She’d always had fire. Eric remembered
Austin bitching about her moods more than once, and he’d been witness to more
than a few arguments and fits a la Alexa.
    “You’ll like it, trust me. Besides, you don’t have a choice,
sweetheart,” Brandon said grimly, not about to stand down. “Now get undressed.
Or do you need me to help you?”
    Eric watched, frothing at the mouth as she gaped at Brandon.
Their bickering could almost be considered foreplay. And it turned him on, to
see his lover and this woman, this sexy woman, glaring at each other. The air
crackled with heat, charged with an unseen energy that seemed to wrap around
him. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for what he knew would happen.
    Alexa would give. And she would take off her clothes, and
Brandon would watch and hell, he might even help her along with the task. He
might touch her too, but he wasn’t going to fuck her.
    He might be an asshole sometimes, but Brandon never went
back on his word. Ever.
    “I don’t need your help,” she finally said, anger lacing her
voice as she bent over and slipped off one sandal, then the other. They both
fell to the floor with a resounding thud. “Keep your hands off me.”
    “You’re just asking for me to touch you, you do realize
this, right?” Brandon stood directly in front of her, almost invading her space,
and she took a step back.
    He followed right along with her.
    “Get undressed, Eric,” he tossed over his shoulder, almost
like an afterthought.
    Eric quickly shed his clothes, his aching cock throbbing for
relief. Already he was incredibly hard and he stroked himself, giving a low
moan at the sensation.
    “Get your hands off your dick. Save it for Lexi here.”
    “No one calls me Lexi,” she threw at Brandon the same time
she threw her shirt at his head.
    He tossed it onto the floor. “ I call you Lexi. Now
hurry