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Title: Staking Her Claim
Author: pensfan100
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Natalie takes drastic measures to claim what’s hers.
Disclaimer: No money involved here. Just plain old daydreaming!

Chapter One

The hotel desk clerk summoned his most winning smile, straightening his tie as the petite, lithe figure glided up to the front desk.

“May I help you?” He smiled.

Natalie Portman returned his greeting as she fished in her purse for her credit card.

“Yes, thank you,” she handed him the plastic card. “I have a room reserved for tonight.”

“Your name?”

“Well, it’s booked under Esther Glasure, but….”

The clerk held up a hand to silence her. “Say no more, Ms. Glasure. I read you loud and clear.”

The conspiratorial smile he gave her caused an answering grin and a tinkling laugh that danced into his ears.

“I know,” she sighed. “I hate to have to do it, even in such a gorgeous place as St. Kitts but I don’t have much choice.”

“It happens all the time,” the clerk assured her with a nod. “The Caribbean is full of aliases.”

Natalie laughed and crinkled her nose. “You mean I’m not the only, uh, Esther Glasure, here tonight?”

Looking at her mock innocent expression, he laughed. “No, as a matter of fact, you’re not. But, I guess you already know that.”

“Who else is here? Someone I know?”

The clerk missed her tiny movement closer and the alert tilt of her head.

“Well,” he began, checking the screen as he continued checking her in, “I suppose you know your Vader is here.”

“Really?” Natalie’s grin widened.

The clerk’s eyebrows shot up. “You mean you didn’t know?”

“Why would I know that? We’re not exactly joined at the hip,” she laughed, her eyes twinkling.

“Oh. I guess that’s true. The last movie was done a while ago.”

“Still… I’ll have to make sure I see him and say hi. What’s his room number?”

For a moment, the clerk looked unsure, his eyes darting sideways to see if the manager was lingering nearby.

“Um, I’m not a groupie,” she leaned forward, whispering, a teasing grin stretching her lips. “If it’s a problem I’ll call him on his cell phone and find out from him.”

“No! No, it’s not a problem,” the clerk cleared his throat, his fingers tapping the computer keys. Scanning the guest list, he found the information. “He’s in Room 515. His brother’s with him. Huh, look at that. He’s just above your room. You’re in 414.”

“What a coincidence!” Natalie laughed, shaking her head, her ponytail swinging back and forth making her look more like a teenager than the accomplished young woman she was. “I’ll stop and see him later. Or I’ll catch him on the beach.”

“He tends to do a lot of windsurfing, so you may have to scan the water for him,” the clerk volunteered as he handed her card back to her.

Natalie thanked him and deposited the card back in her purse. “If worse comes to worse, I’ll just phone him. Thank you so much for your help.”

“My pleasure,” the clerk smiled, reacting to the eyes seeming to reach straight into him. “Would you like a bellman to help you with your bags?”

“No, that’s fine,” she answered, grabbing the handle to her rolling suitcase. “I just have this one bag.”

The clerk handed her the room keycard and the floor plan to the hotel. “If you need anything, just buzz us on your phone and have a very pleasant stay.”

“Thank you. I’m here for a very brief rest and I intend to make the most of what little time I have.”

And with that she was gone, leaving the young clerk to stare after her, a small smile on his lips.

“Put your tongue back in, LaRue,” the manager whispered into his ear, patting his shoulder. The clerk jumped and grinned sheepishly at his boss. “I know, I know. She’s very beautiful. So, I’ll allow you one extra glance and then back to work.” Grateful, the clerk nodded and followed Natalie’s progress to the elevator, his eyes watching until the doors closed her from his view. Shaking his head, he sighed and turned to the next guest approaching the desk.

***

“Oh, come on!” Hayden slammed his fist onto the mattress in exasperation. “What kind of call is that?! I don’t believe it!”

“What happened?” Tove ran out of the bathroom, eyes riveted to the television.

“That stupid McCreary just put Sundin in the box for hooking! He didn’t even touch Primeau with his stick! Primeau just put on an Oscar winning performance for faking a penalty! McCreary should have called him for diving! It was so obvious! Look at it in slow motion!”

The brothers watched the replay, listening to the announcers analyze the call.

“See? Even they say it was bogus! I don’t believe it! That puts them on a 5 on 3! The Flyers will score on that!”

“I swear the game is fixed,” Tove muttered, glaring at the screen as he sat down at the foot of the bed. Watching McCreary explain it to the coach, Pat Quinn, he shook his head. “They’ve wanted us out of the playoffs from the get go.”

“And you’re going to go down to the beach with this garbage going on?” Hayden asked incredulously, motioning to the screen. “Traitor.”

Tove stood and eyed Hayden reclined on the bed and clad in nothing but his boxers.

“Well, obviously, you’re staying here,” Tove replied, his tone dry and sarcastic. “If I stay here I’m just going to get upset. No sense in both of us getting all worked up. Not in a place as gorgeous as this. You can fill me in when I get back, or you can give up and come windsurfing, too. Either way, I’m going to find out.”

“I’m not coming down to the beach till this is over. It’s only the middle of the second period.”

“And isn’t Skylin arriving today to see you?”

“Hmm?” Hayden hummed, eyes intent on the action on the screen. “No! Clear the puck, you numbskulls!”

“I said isn’t Skylin Martin coming to see you today?”

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, she said she might be here today.”

Tove whistled teasingly. “Lucky fella.”

Hayden grimaced at the TV. “Yes!” He exclaimed when the whistle blew and stopped the play. The game went to commercial and he focused on his brother. “She said she might be coming down this way. It wasn’t for sure.”

Tove snickered and slung his beach towel over his shoulder. “Oh, she’ll show up. She has her sights set on you, little bro.”

A wicked grin creased Hayden’s face and he lifted his brows. “We’ll see. She IS a hot little number, isn’t she?”

“Pretty sexy,” Tove agreed. “Ask her if she has a twin sister for me, will you?”

Hayden laughed and plumped the pillow behind his back to get better situated. “Maybe I shouldn’t even bother to get dressed.”

Tove shook his head and chuckled. “I hate you. And none of that in this room! See ya later. Root the team to victory.”

“I will. That is,” Hayden scowled as the game came back on, “if McCreary doesn’t hand it on a silver platter, along with the Stanley Cup, to the Flyers!”

Tove watched Hayden settle back down to the game, then headed for the door, his thoughts already turning to his afternoon of skimming the crystal waves of the Caribbean waters. Whistling softly he opened the door and started out, practically running over the stationary object in front of him.

“Whoa!” Tove instinctively reached out to steady the figure in front of him as it tilted backward. Slender hands automatically wrapped around his wrists to catch herself from falling. “Natalie! Holy cow, I almost plowed you right over! Are you alright?”

Natalie released her fingers from Tove’s wrist and smoothed out her dress. “I’m fine, Bull-in-a china-shop Christensen. And how are you?”

Tove laughed and gave her a one armed hug. “Great. It’s good to see you! What are you doing in the Caribbean?”

“Just getting a quick respite to recharge my batteries. What are you doing here?”

“The same.” Right then, Hayden groaned, the sound of his shoe hitting the television screen interrupting them. “Uh…”

“The playoffs?” Natalie laughed, picturing her scowling former costar.

“Not so much the playoffs,” Tove grinned, “as it is the referee.”

“Oh, yes. McCreary?”

“How did you know?” Tove laughed, surprised.

“It’s the only referee in the NHL I know of because his is the only name uttered from Hayden with such hatred.”

Tove chuckled, one hand still on the door. “It’s not the only name, believe me! Want to go windsurfing with me?”

“Maybe later,” Natalie grinned, looking down at her dress and bare feet, wiggling her toes. “I’m not quite dressed for it. I found out from the front desk clerk that you and Hayden were here and stopped to say hi.”

“Go on in,” Tove opened the door wider for her to enter. “However, you might want to warn him. He’s in his boxers.”

Natalie’s face lit with a wicked grin. “Then I should be quite the surprise, shouldn’t I? I can’t wait to see the look on his face as he scrambles for cover.”

“You’re a bad girl, Natalie,” Tove winked at her. “However, with the game on, he probably won’t even notice he’s not clothed for a full minute. Hell, he might not even notice you! He just might think you’re me because he won’t pull his eyes away from the TV!”

The two shared another laugh before Natalie stepped into the room and closed the door gently behind her, shutting Tove and the rest of the world out. While one hand locked the door, the other snicked the deadbolt into place. Above the din of the hockey game, Natalie could hear her heart pounding in erratic beats at her audacious behavior. Taking a deep breath she straightened her shoulders. It was now or never.

***

“Oh, give me a frickin’ break!” Hayden glowered at the screen. “He ran over the goalie!”

Hayden’s chest expanded on a deep breath, releasing pent-up energy. This whole game was ridiculous! Every time the Maple Leafs started gaining momentum, the ref intervened.

“Obstruction holding? The only one obstructing is you, McCreary,” he mumbled, leaning back against the headboard, his eyes lifting towards the ceiling in disgust.

At the edge of his peripheral vision, something moved. Instinct lowered his eyes to find whatever it was as it glided closer to the foot of the bed. Mouth agape, he stared dumbstruck at Natalie. It couldn’t be! Blinking twice he waited for the apparition to fade. It didn’t. What the…? He studied the slender figure, eyes roving over the brightly colored sleeveless dress, the mahogany curls brushing her shoulders, the plush lips parted softly, the enchanting golden brown eyes searing into him. Unable to find his voice, he just stared at the vision.

Natalie’s fingers slowly found the top button on her dress and slid the button through the buttonhole then moved on to the second, then the third. By the time she was on the fourth button, Hayden’s eyes lowered, riveted to each button sliding free and parting the front of the dress to reveal glimpses of smooth golden flesh. A lump formed in his throat as her hands skimmed up to lift the dress from her shoulders and let it slip down her arms to disappear onto the floor.

She wore nothing underneath. Good lord! Hayden struggled for a breath as he took in the bewitching sight, not sure he hadn’t fallen asleep and was lost in a crazy dream like the ones he used to have about Natalie when they were working together. She had never known how he had lusted after her or the huge crush he had formed the first day they’d met. He didn’t know why he was having a dream like this now, but he’d never discouraged them when they’d come to him and he wasn’t about to wish this one away either!

Topaz eyes dripped with wicked promises. The kind that had left him sweating and unfulfilled for far too many mornings. A few times he had woken to find his heart racing out of control, his breathing heavy…and his boxers sticky. At the moment he didn’t care. This was one of those dreams that screamed of reality and he just sat there and willed it to unfold. His eyes roamed over her, from the stark, hungry, glittering look of desire shining in her eyes, to the pert tilt of her firm breasts, pebbled with tight, aroused nipples, to the slight flare of her hips and the arousing shadowed cleft between her legs. Confusion dipped his brows a moment. Wasn’t I watching a hockey game? When did I doze off? I still hear the TV in the background.

Barely breathing, he watched as her hands found purchase on the bed. She leaned over, and began climbing towards him, one knee then another until they rested on the outside of each of his thighs, her eyes heavy, never breaking contact with his mesmerized stare. Inching ever closer she crawled, her hand languidly lifting from the mattress and stroking along the hard spear tenting his boxers. Delicious, decadent shivers shimmied through him, and his hands fisted into the covers to keep from reaching for her. Any sudden move might destroy the delicate threads holding him asleep and he didn’t want to startle himself awake before he discovered her intentions.

Shit, she’s beautiful! He marveled as her face drew level with his. He’d forgotten how smooth and creamy her skin was and how he could lose himself in those fantastic eyes when she focused all her attention on him. When they had nuzzled one another and exchanged slow, loving kisses in the wedding scene in Attack of the Clones she had trembled against him and he’d known immediately that she was just as affected as he. The moment before their lips had met created the biggest zing of adrenaline in his life. When their noses had nudged one another and their lips were a breath apart from touching…just thinking about it…and now they were that close again…her lips parted millimeters from his…

Hayden tilted his head slightly to the side and moved to meet her. Oh, damn, he moaned to himself as their lips met in a slow, succulent kiss. His fingers fisted tighter into the covers. She released him from the caress, her mouth retreating only to find him leaning forward, seeking more. Arms encircled his neck, shifting her body to fit snugly to his. He pushed himself up a little against the headboard, finally allowing his hands the freedom to touch her, fingers sliding slowly up her back, tactically exploring the velvety softness of her skin. The touch breathed a sigh from her and she settled over him, rubbing lightly against his hard shaft. In response he moaned again, a throaty, encouraging growl rumbling up from his chest and into her mouth.

Lips flowered open over his and he went for it, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, the friction of his tongue over hers detonating tiny explosions through her, the tremors visibly shaking her, the groan against his tongue vibrating clear through his body.

Juicy, deep kisses stole the air around them forcing them to barely part before coming back together, their breathing harsh and stilted, the air surrounding them crackling with high voltage electricity. Fascinated with the plush texture of her mouth he wanted to taste her forever and swallow the little sighs and whimpers. Restlessly, her hips circled over him, lightly massaging his now rock hard shaft. A hand twisted her hair dragging her head back, exposing her neck to his teeth and lips. She gasped, sucking in a deep breath, hands frantically clutching tufts of his hair, her body wriggling helplessly in his lap.

Bending her back, he dropped his head, his lips closing over one tight bud. Natalie’s cry rent the air, bucking her body forward. Shuddering violently, she whimpered as if in pain and her lower body undulated to ease the intense burning between her legs. The rasp of his tongue stimulated the nerves packed tightly in the pointed tip, his name gasping from her lips.

Hayden moved, paying homage to the other breast, his hands framing her hips, his thumbs stroking along the ultra sensitive vee of her thighs. She jerked in his hands and he lifted her, allowing her hands to grope for the waistband of his boxers, releasing her long enough for her to yank them from him. With him freed from the offending garment, she resettled over him, pressing the heart of her against the swollen tip of his erection.

Natalie held her breath, waiting for him to make the first move. Hayden’s large hands cupped her hips and as if it was the signal she had been waiting for, Natalie lowered herself over him, impaling herself in slow, torturous increments. Hayden swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes closing against the feel of his cock breeching her walls for the first time. She was liquid heat, easing his entry and gloving him as if specially dimensioned for him. A groan accompanied his fit into her and his eyes opened to find hers closed, her mind concentrating on her body accepting his stiff length. He watched her lips part and drag in an unsteady breath. Then her eyes opened, blinked slowly and found his. Blindly, her hands scrabbled for the support of the headboard. Once anchored she lifted, her walls sliding up his shaft almost to the point of losing him, then back down to fully encase him. She repeated the movement, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip to stifle the whimpers.

The hands clamped around her hips aided her movements. Eyes snapping open, she met his burning gaze. The scratch of her nails digging into the wood of the headboard pierced his ears, mixing with her low moan. Hayden’s lips claimed hers with a hungry relish, his tongue delving deep as her hips gyrated up and down on his swollen length. She whimpered in frustration at her inability to keep her movements slow and gradual, her hips hitching faster and out of control.

The need to release clamored through Hayden’s veins and he silently cursed his own lack of control. He had always been rather proud of his knack of restraint, holding out to give pleasure before receiving it, but she was pushing him to new heights, scaling the mountain so quickly he had no chance to rein himself in. Damn! There was no way this could happen in real life! He must be afflicted with a raging fever to be dreaming something so hot! Like a runaway train, he could not put on the brakes. No woman stirred him up like this! This was the most exciting dream of his life and he was going to the very end with it, sticky boxers or not! If Tove woke him up now, he’d kill him!

Natalie’s mouth broke free and she panted her agony to him. Hayden grunted in reply, his hands manipulating her hips back and forth in rapid succession over his groin. Her voice rose in desperate pitch, her eyes finding his as every muscle within her tightened in warning. A wolfish smile curved his lips a moment signaling he knew of her plight. Her mouth crashed onto his, grinding it away, her tongue tormenting him to focus on the supple flexing of her inner walls. He groaned, then cursed when she lifted her head and cried out, her body shaking violently.

Unable to stop, Natalie rode him hard, up and over the cliff, her inner muscles eagerly contracting around him, her parted lips a breath above his spilling her cries into his mouth, her desperate hands clutching the headboard. He covered the minute distance, his kiss drinking the frantic sounds down just as his hands slammed her down onto him, his shaft exploding into blissful release deep inside her. The sensation dragged him under, a willing victim to the intense convulsions Natalie created within him. Even with his heart beating so hard he feared it would burst, he reveled in her body surrounding him, rhythmically squeezing and draining him of his seed.

I don’t want to ever wake up! Hayden thought to himself as Natalie rested her damp forehead against his as her body trembled and her mouth panted for air. Don’t wake up, Hayden! Don’t you dare wake up and destroy this fantasy!

Natalie lifted her head, opening her eyes to stare into his. She was dazed, he could tell. Gently, so as not to frighten her, he kissed her, brushing her lips with slow, tender caresses. A sigh whispered from her and his arms gathered her close and held her. A shiver wracked her body as the sweat dried and Hayden hauled her closer, his lips continuing to savor hers.

A few moments later, a tiny movement signaled her intent to separate from him. Frowning, he pulled back and looked at her. He opened his mouth to say something, but immediately Natalie pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him from vocalizing what had happened. A spurt of angry denial sizzled through him. She was leaving him? Now? No! He determined, one hand holding her against him. He slid down the bed until he lay flat with her on top then rolled, pinning her to the mattress. The gasp that burst from her let him know she had not expected such a move and the corner of his mouth crooked in male amusement.

Natalie squirmed beneath him and he moaned. Wide-eyed she gazed up at him as his erection announced its presence. She may have started it, but he was going to finish it. A sweet lethargy consumed her, but the slow rock of his hips shot her heartbeat up a notch. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, one hand tangling in his hair as he lowered his head. With a sigh, she gave herself up to him and undulated against him like a slow moving wave lapping at the shore.

Time slipped into another world as Hayden slowly thrust into Natalie, in no hurry to get to the imminent conclusion. Delving his hands under her, he palmed the soft cheeks of her rear, squeezing them as he tilted her just a bit. It galvanized her, her hands tunneling into this hair, digging into the scalp as she welcomed the crush of his lips and the dance of his tongue over hers.

Sheathed deep within her, Hayden groaned her name, his heart stumbling when she sighed an answer, her lips feathering across his mouth and over to his ear. When her tongue swirled around the shell, his body bucked in response, the sensation hissing her breath through her teeth, her tongue delving deeper, his gasp low and harsh, hands sliding out from under her. With a twist, he escaped the marauding flicks of her tongue, his head dropping, his mouth honing in on her breast. The position forced him to stop rocking, but his mouth eagerly covered the pebbled bud and lashed at it with his tongue. Natalie’s body lurched against his, writhing in reaction, her legs tightening around his thighs.

Arching, her body ground up to his, her fingers curving possessively around the curve of his head, holding him to her while he licked and sucked at the sensitive nipple, her moans of arousal singing into his ears. Unable to deny the other, his mouth caressed its way to its twin and produced the same sensations while her feet scrambled for purchase on the mattress desperate to sheath him once again. He chuckled and released her breast, hoisting himself back up, a sinful grin on his face.

An agonized mewl escaped her as her brown eyes hued amber at the powerful surge of his body into hers. The counterpoint movement encouraged him, her walls grasping him in spite of the slick, wet heat abetting his thrusts. Natalie’s mouth gaped open, eyes fixed on the burning gaze of blue.

“Hayden,” she panted, breathlessly.

“More?” He whispered wickedly and ground against her sensitive sex.

A sob hiccupped from her, her answer almost lost in the gasp. “Ohhh…please!”

The pace quickened, the careening of their bodies against one another’s turning desperate. With each thrust, each snap of his hips, they grunted and groaned, only stifling the arousing sounds when their mouths devoured each other’s. He plunged into her harder, faster, at her request, the boiling need to lose himself aided by the beginning ripples of her walls clutching at him.

Hayden forgot about dreaming, forgot about hockey, forgot about the rest of the world and tunneled in on the electrifying current sizzling through him. The droplets of perspiration on their skin aided the sweet friction, the room seeming to combust into a brilliant blaze of heat. Higher her thighs clamped around him, her voice pitching in a keening moan, announcing her imminent coming.

He plowed into her roughly as fast as he could manage and she snapped in his arms, crying out and convulsing into contractions that gripped and released him as they had only a short time ago. Her body writhed and squirmed under him as he continued to stroke her and he watched with heavily weighted eyes as her head craned into the pillow. Fingernails dug into his scalp but it only heightened his own excitement, a testament to the wild abandon she had fallen into because of him. Lost to the almost unbearable churning, he charged onward, her inner walls greedily tempting him to lose himself in her scorching heat.

It broke over him with little warning. Suddenly, he was there, plunging after her, his seed shooting into her in hard, strong bursts. Gasping he ground his face into her neck to muffle his harsh groans, the binding of her arms around him only adding to the incredible quakes running through him. The tension coiled razor sharp just before the last contraction and pain sliced through his head for a second, then fled, leaving him in the peaceful downward drift of nothingness.

Lips soft and tender brushed over his, fingers sifting through the damp strands of his hair as he gained consciousness. Compelled, he responded, kissing her back in weary contentment, a hand caressing up her waist as he shifted to her side, their limbs still entangled. Valiantly, he attempted to stay awake, his eyes fluttering in their fight to stay open. A finger traced over his lips and he kissed it and met sated eyes. Solemn and serious they gazed back at him, the fingers stroking his cheek hinting at the depth of her feeling. When he struggled to lift himself, her hand held him still then continued stroking him, matching the sweeps of his hand on her skin, settling him down into a drowsy state.

Natalie moved and he grunted a noise of protest, but she shushed him with a gentle kiss and continued, coaxing him back into his boxers and then sliding with him under the covers, curving into his arms. A sigh heaved from him and lips kissed the top of her head before settling her under his chin. In moments he was sound asleep. Natalie fought to keep her eyes open, listened to his steadying heartbeat and counted to two hundred. Finished, she eased away and climbed from the bed, tucking the covers around him, a tiny, tender smile twitching her lips at the picture of the contented male at rest. Quietly, she slipped back into her dress and ran fingers through her mussed hair, restoring some sort of order. At the foot of the bed, she blew him a kiss. Weariness dragged at her and with weighted footsteps she made for the door, escaping to her room to sleep and leaving him to his dreams.

***

“Hey! Wake up!”

Hayden frowned at the intrusive noise, his head turning restlessly on the pillow. The noise reverberated in his ear again and he flung his head to the other side as his eyes flickered open. Bright sunlight stabbed into his eyes and he groaned in exasperated pain as it dropped him into abrupt consciousness.

“That’s better!” Tove exclaimed, pulling the curtains the rest of the way and opening the sliding glass door to let in the soothing sound of the surf…and the irritating garble of vacationers, loud as they made their way in from an afternoon of sun and fun.

Hayden groaned and shifted beneath the covers. Scowling, he threw Tove a filthy look and sat up in bed, running a hand through his hair.

“Shithead,” he groused.

“Hey, is that any way to greet your brother?” Tove tsked at him. “I’ve spent the last few hours skimming the Caribbean and where have you been? You’ve been sleeping! Sleepling! What kind of vacation are you on anyway? You can sleep at night. Who won the game, by the way?”

“I don’t know,” Hayden mumbled, the game seeping back into his mind. “I fell asleep.”

“You’re kidding!”

Snatches of his dream flashed through his mind, his groin flexing in remembered thrall.

“I had the best dream of my life, though,” a wicked grin lit his face. “If life were really like that…” He sighed and fell back onto the bed, his hands folding under his head. “Nothing in reality could equal something like that. Nothing.”

“You don’t know the score of the game,” Tove shook his head. “You miss a whole afternoon of windsurfing to watch the game and then fall asleep and miss the final score?” A wry eyebrow rose on his brow. “Was this before or after Natalie left?”

Everything in Hayden’s body froze and locked, including his respiratory system. Stunned, he couldn’t move as the whole scenario howled through his memory like a tornado, tearing a wide path of destruction through his soul. A puzzled Tove studied his brother for a moment, watching the disbelief in Hayden’s eyes turn to bewilderment, then astonishment.

“Hayden, what’s the matter?” Tove’s voice lowered in concern as he came around the bed to stare at him. “If you don’t start breathing soon you’re going to pass out.”

Hayden sucked in a breath and gaped at his brother while his mind took inventory of his body, noticing sore spots in his muscles as he tentatively flexed them, the softness of his lips, the sting in his scalp where earlier fingernails had curled in reflexive response.

“Ok, now you’re spooking me,” Tove retorted, snatching Hayden from his reverie.

“Nat…” Hayden croaked through a dry throat, “Natalie was here?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure!” Tove rolled his eyes. “She was right outside the door when I opened it to leave. If you hadn’t had the TV up so loud you would’ve heard our conversation…well, I suppose your concentration on the game didn’t help, but I figured when she caught you in your boxers you’d have scrambled back to earth pretty fast.”

A shaking hand pulled up the covers and Hayden found himself still in his boxers…or back in his boxers.

“Oh, hell.”

“What? What happened?”

“Tove, honest, I thought it was a dream! I used to have them all the time! I just went with it…I…I…damn…she…it was…I never…”

A warning prickle zipped up Tove’s spine. “Just what happened here?” Suspicion thickened his voice.

“Was she in a bright colored dress?”

“Yes. Come to think of it, I can still smell her perfume in the room. It’s some light, fruity scent.”

Hayden sat up, dragging both hands through his hair. “It’s not in the room,” he sighed, holding up his arm as his brother sat down on the side of the bed, “it’s on my skin.”

Eyebrows climbed in surprise as Tove caught the scent on Hayden’s skin. Mouth gaping, he gawked at his brother.

“Hell’s bells, Hayden! Did you two…?” Tove shook his head when his brother remained silent. “Well? Did you?”

Hayden looked at Tove, blue eyes still owlish. “She…she was at the foot of the bed. I couldn’t believe it was her. I…I…she…she started unbuttoning the dress…she would never in a million years do something like that…it slid off her shoulders…she wasn’t even wearing underwear…”

Tove’s mouth gaped. Hayden swallowed.

“She looked incredible! Her body…her eyes were…she climbed up the bed and…”

“And?” Tove prompted.

Hayden stared at Tove. “As God as my witness, that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life! I thought my head would explode! And afterwards…Tove, I thought I was dreaming so I figured I’d better make it last and I rolled her onto her back and…and we did it again.”

“You. And Natalie.” Tove turned skeptical. “On this bed.”

“On this bed.” Hayden echoed.

As if a viper had slithered onto the bed Tove jumped up and away.

“You had sex this afternoon with Natalie?! Are you crazy?!”

“It was mind blowing,” Hayden breathed. “Earth shattering.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

“She started it!” Hayden exclaimed, scowling at his brother. “I just finished it!”

Tove began pacing. Watching his brother, Hayden shifted back against the headboard and folded his arms.

“What is your problem?” Hayden chided, his brows drawing down. “It happened to me, not you.”

“Hayden,” Tove crossed his arms and spoke slowly, enunciating every word, “Skylin is coming down here.”

“Skylin? Skylin who?” Hayden frowned, his fuzzy brain unable to process another woman’s name.

“Oh, for crying out loud, Hayden!” Tove yelled at him. “Skylin Martin! Your new girlfriend!”

It was the bucket of ice water needed to startle Hayden out of his lust-induced fog. Mouth dropping, he remembered the long legged blonde he had encouraged to fly to the Caribbean for a little frolicking on the beach.

“Yeah,” Tove snorted, “THAT Skylin! What in the world were you thinking?”

“Natalie’s the one that unbuttoned her dress, I didn’t do it!” Hayden hotly denied.

“Yeah, but you didn’t stop her, either,” Tove pointed out.

“Well, forgive me for not being able to turn down a naked Natalie Portman, stripping me of my boxers and…”

Tove stabbed his fingers into his ears. “Don’t tell me any more!”

“Look,” Hayden sighed, a new weariness pushing at him, “I know you don’t want to think of your little brother having sex but…”

“No, no, that’s not it,” Tove shook his head, all the worry draining out of him. “I can’t fault you. Natalie’s the whole package…beauty, brains, and a heart of gold… I know you had a crush on her for a while and I know you moved on. Obviously, she intended to seduce you, but why?” Hayden pulled a face. “No, I mean, why now? When did you last speak to her?”

“Last month. I called her.” At the rolling eyes, he shrugged. “We talked for a couple of hours. I even told her I was dating a new girl, someone I met at the awards show. I think Nat was still dating that Latin imbecile.”

“Well, something’s up, that’s for sure,” Tove interjected. “And you’d better find out what it is, fast, before the other female shows up at this door looking for action.”

Hayden struggled out of bed. “I need a shower. Then I’ll try and find Natalie. Right now I can’t even picture what Skylin looks like.”

“Understandable, considering…”

Hayden shook his head in wonder. “Honestly, I thought I was dreaming…” his voice trailed off as he walked into the bathroom to turn on the shower. “I thought I was having the most intensely erotic dream of my life.”

***

From a shadowed corner of the lobby, Natalie glanced up from her magazine and glimpsed the self-satisfied sway of Skylin Martin, not missing the smug curve of her scarlet painted mouth.

“Well, well,” she murmured beneath her breath, “now don’t you just look like the cat who got the cream. Sorry, honey, but there’s no cream for you tonight…or tomorrow night, I doubt. Next time you switch place cards at a show maybe you’ll think twice about who you’re switching them on.”

I’m a downright bitch, Natalie thought to herself. I cannot believe it. But, you shouldn’t have switched cards. I was supposed to sit beside Hayden that night, not you, you conniving, little slut. So, two can play at your game, honey.

Natalie glanced at her watch. Her plane would be leaving in a couple of hours. The game was on.
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