by Shayla Black
“Yeah, so they won’t show through the dress, just provide support.”
“Sure, but I don’t usually wear anything that…”
“Sexy?”
“I was going to say impractical.”
Raine laughed. “Forget practical tonight, sweetie. I’m going to find the comb and hairspray while you get dressed.”
When the brunette disappeared into the bathroom, Heavenly wriggled out of her utilitarian undergarments and shimmied into the new bra. A glance down proved she could see straight through the fabric. Anyone who looked at her would see the exact pink of her nipples.
Then again, wouldn’t Beck and Seth like that?
With a little grin, she slipped on the matching thong. It was really nothing more than two transparent strips of fabric over her hips, another gently bisecting her backside, and two little ribbons tied like corset strings over the fleshy pad of her sex.
“This is absolutely going to drive them crazy, isn’t it?” she called to Raine.
Her friend peeked around the corner, hair implements in hand, then grinned. “Oh, you’re going to kill them. And you’ll feel like one lucky girl come morning. Then you’ll know your real power.”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
Raine’s smile widened to something sly. “The power of your pussy. Don’t get me wrong. Your mind and your heart are important to them. They’ll want to understand you both inside and out. But what you have between your legs is what they want to own. And they want it so badly, they’ll be willing to bend into knots and pretzels to make you happy.”
That sounded exciting but manipulative, which confused Heavenly. “But…shouldn’t I be more than my sex appeal?”
The pregnant brunette tossed everything on the bed and came toward her, understanding softening her face. “Sweetie, you are. Otherwise, they’d only lust after you. But they love you. Your pussy just gives them a really visceral means to let you feel their passion and their possession.”
“How do you figure all this out?”
“After a while, trust me, you’ll speak fluent Dom, too.” Raine eyed her up and down. “You really do look amazing. They’re going to lose their damn minds.” She sighed. “I hope I get my body back after the twins. Now hurry and get your dress on.”
With a little help, Heavenly slid the short, sheer garment into place. The delicate rosy-pink lace was crocheted and would have looked old-fashioned…if it wasn’t so short and sheer. The silken undershift was even briefer and seemed awfully transparent for a garment meant to provide coverage. Would they be able to see the outline of her nipples? And what should she do about the fact it barely covered her backside?
“Stunning.” Raine nodded at her handiwork, obviously pleased.
“It had such a big price tag for such a little dress.” She’d felt more than a bit guilty signing the credit card receipt. The guys had already given her far more than she needed. Taking more made her feel greedy.
Raine merely laughed. “They won’t mind. Trust me. Now toss on the shoes. I’ll get the rollers out of your hair.”
It was a precarious balancing act, but they both managed their tasks just as she heard the slam of a car door out front.
Raine dashed to the window. “It’s them.”
She sounded giddy.
Heavenly suddenly felt very nervous. What if this didn’t go as planned?
“Quick! Bend over and toss your hair,” Raine instructed, helping by fluffing the curls with her fingers. “Okay, stand and flip your head back.”
“Won’t I look like I have…sex hair?”
“That’s the idea.”
Shaking her head at Raine’s apparent excitement, Heavenly complied.
Her friend clucked and fluffed and sprayed her tresses in place, then stepped back to survey her handiwork with wide eyes. “Oh, my god. They’re going to freak!”
As Raine dashed around the room and gathered up her things, Heavenly closed the bedroom door to stare at herself in the full-length mirror. That siren who somehow appeared innocent and vampy at once was her?
“If you’re that stunned, imagine the guys’ reactions?”
“This dress is see-through.”
“Only in certain light. When you’re in a dark restaurant, no one will see. Look, I’ve got to go.” She kissed Heavenly’s cheek, and they embraced. “Love you. Call me tomorrow.”
“I will. Thanks for a great afternoon.”
“I’d say it’s my pleasure, but I’m pretty sure it will be yours.” Raine winked, then she was gone, clattering down the stairs in a pair of springy wedges with her purse slung over one shoulder and a big bag of her beauty implements and shopping finds in hand.
Downstairs, she heard the front door open. Anticipation tightened Heavenly’s stomach. Everything about her appearance screamed do me! She had ten seconds to decide whether or not to change into the more understated gray dress she’d chosen for tonight. It wasn’t unsexy.
Compared to this dress, it’s a nun’s habit.
“You two can thank me later,” she heard Raine tell Beck and Seth.
“For what?” Seth sounded suspicious.
Raine merely laughed. The door shut. Out the window, she saw her friend walk to her car.
“Heavenly?” Beck called up the stairs.
She looked at herself in the mirror again. It was too late to change…and she didn’t want to. She felt like a whole new person. Like a woman.
It was freeing.
“Be right down. Just need to grab my purse, then we can go.”
“Need help with anything?”
“I’m good. Two minutes.”
She grabbed some essentials from the fancy Louboutin bag Beck had bought her in Vegas and tucked them into a chic little quilted clutch Raine had talked her into because they matched her shoes so perfectly.
Then she took a deep breath, exited the bedroom, and tried to remember Raine’s advice.
As she descended the stairs, her trembling fingers clutched the cool metal railing. She could hear the guys having a low-voiced conversation at the bottom about whether they’d rather take her out for steak or Italian. Honestly, she was so nervous, she wasn’t sure she could eat at all.
Halfway down, she crossed the small landing, then turned to descend the last few risers. Then she spotted them.
Beck saw her, too—and his entire demeanor changed from casual to predatory in an instant. “Holy shit.”
Seth turned. His eyes bulged, then narrowed. His body tensed.
As she eased off the last step, she looked up at them from under her lashes, her heart thundering. “Hi.”
Neither of them spoke a word.
Heavenly stifled the urge to retreat upstairs. Did they dislike the dress…or really love it? She risked a clandestine peek at their zippers—and had her answer. Had she actually stunned them speechless?
She repressed a smile as she tucked a curl behind her ear. “I’m ready to go when you are.”
Beck seemed to find his brain first. “Oh, we’re not going anywhere, little girl.”
Seth wiped a hand across his mouth. “Fuck no. Come here.”
She bit her lip. “Aren’t we having drinks and dinner?”
“Fuck drinks and dinner. We’re going to fuck you, angel. All night.”
She blushed when Seth’s assertion pinged through her body and settled between her legs. Staying in and spending the evening in their arms definitely suited her…but their reactions were too heady to give up just yet.
Maybe Raine had been right about the power of her girl parts.
“But I was looking forward to an evening out. I bought this dress. I thought it would be perfect.” She turned in a slow half-circle and let them see the back—or rather, the lack of it, since she was bare from nape to hips. A big pink bow flopped at the small of her back, adding an innocent touch.
No response.
The air conditioner kicked on. Under her brief hemline, she felt the blast of cool air brush he
r cheeks. She couldn’t resist adding fuel to what she suspected was their raging fire.
“And aren’t my shoes super cute?” she bent, pointing her derrière in the air, and fingered the little bows topping the wrap-around ankle straps. The chilled air grazed the exposed half of her ass.
Together, they groaned.
“What’s wrong?” She blinked. “Don’t you like them?”
Seth swallowed hard. “What the fuck aren’t you wearing under that dress?”
Slowly, she stood, lacy hem caressing the tops of her thighs, and turned. “It’s a thong. I didn’t want panty lines ruining the look. Maybe if you saw the dress in the proper light…”
She sauntered into the open kitchen-family room area, hips swaying, set her purse on the kitchen table, then stepped into a beam of sunlight slanting in beside the plush white sofa. When she squared her shoulders, her stabbing nipples poked the front of the dress. “What do you think?”
Beck scrutinized her through narrowed eyes. “I can fucking see through every stitch of that dress. You are never wearing that in public.”
“Ever.” Seth rounded the sectional, storming straight toward her.
She scrambled behind the sofa. “It’s not that transparent. In a dark restaurant, no one will notice.”
Beck beat a path in front of the big couch, cutting off her only other avenue of escape, as he undressed her with his eyes. “Do you really want to argue with us, little girl?”
Her chest felt tight. Her heart thudded with thrill. God, no one had told her that tempting them would be so exhilarating. She felt recklessly alive. “No.”
“Good answer. Now show us everything we bought you today.” Seth’s silky demand made her even shakier and giddier.
“I got that chic little purse.” She pointed to the table. “Raine said—”
“I don’t give a damn about the purse. I want to see what’s under that dress.”
“You mean…take it off? Right here?”
The suggestion made her panties damp. Her belly clenched with terrible excitement. A bit lower, she began to ache.
Determination flared across their faces as they continued prowling closer, step by methodical step. She felt dizzy and overwhelmed. With the wall nearly at her back, she had no escape.
Not that she wanted one.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Coming to peel that dress off of you—with our teeth.” Beck said the words like a solemn promise.
Her skin sizzled with electricity. Her nipples drew up tighter. Heavenly struggled to catch her breath. On her right, Seth stalked closer. Beck did the same on her left, only a moment behind. They were so close she could hear their breaths, feel their animal need. She didn’t know whether it was her instinct as prey or as a woman that had her retreating the final step into the corner.
“Don’t move another inch,” Seth demanded. “Stay there and give us what we want.” His low growl made everything inside her go haywire.
“What’s that?”
Seth didn’t answer, merely gave her a smile that didn’t reassure her in the least.
His arm encircled her waist just as Beck crouched by her feet and wound big, capable hands around her thigh. He skimmed his lips up her goose-pimpled skin, dragging all the way from her knee to her hem. In the same moment, Seth bent and pressed his lips to the valley between her breasts, exposed by the low-cut vee of her daring dress.
“I’ll tell you what I want, my naughty little girl,” Beck murmured against her inner thigh.
The sensations of his hot breaths and stubbled jaw against her hyperaware skin clouded Heavenly’s head. She clung to Seth, but he extracted a price for his support, licking his way up her pulse point and demanding more access to her skin. When she tipped her head back and gave him free rein, he took full advantage, breathing in the sensitive flesh under her ear and palming her breast.
“Listen to Beck.”
Focus wasn’t easy. She felt floaty and dreamy and aware of nothing except their hands and mouths on her. Somehow she managed to blink down at Beck. “Yes?”
His eyes were black pools of desire. They sucked her in, made her want to give him anything he asked. “These fucking bows drive me insane. Show me every last one of them.”
Beck wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t requesting, either. He demanded a visual tour of all the silky, curved ribbons on her body, one by one.
Another hot wave of excitement swept through her. “Um…there’s one at each ankle, as you can see.”
“No. Come down here and show me.”
She struggled to understand his meaning. “I don’t…”
“Point for me. Touch it.”
His game startled but exhilarated her. “Okay.”
“Spread your legs first,” Seth demanded. “Now bend at the waist and… That’s it.”
“Here.” As she tapped a fingertip to the first bow tying off her ankle straps, she was ridiculously aware of her bare backside brushing the wall.
“Yeah?” Beck wasn’t looking where she was pointing. He was fixated by the low, gaping neckline of her dress. “Where else?”
Heavenly had been modest her whole life. Automatically, she pressed the fabric against her chest to conceal her breasts.
Beck gripped her wrist and tugged. “Don’t you hide from us.”
“I’ll bet you’re wet…” Seth taunted as he wedged his fingers under her hem and smoothed his callused palm down her ass, skating close to her aching flesh.
Nearly swooning with arousal, she let the dress gape again, excruciatingly aware of Beck’s stare on her pebbled nipples and Seth’s fingertips roaming the edge of her panties, right between her legs.
“T-there’s another bow here.” She pointed to her second ankle.
“Uh-huh.” Beck curled one hand around the back of her other thigh, fingertips wandering near her aching sex.
“What do you know, man? I’m right.” The big blond sounded incredibly pleased as he teased her through the saturated fabric.
“How wet?”
“Soaked.” She heard the smile in Seth’s voice.
Breathing hard, Beck fisted his free hand into her hair and dragged her lips to his for a blistering kiss that left her reeling and feeling so possessed. “Where are the rest of your bows?”
Were they trying to drive her crazy?
“There’s a big one on the back of her dress,” Seth volunteered.
“Turn around. Show me.” Beck motioned with his finger for her to spin.
Slowly easing upright, she pivoted until her backside rested inches from Beck’s face, the flowing pink ribbons nearly brushing his cheek. “Here.”
He examined the bow by cupping her backside in his hot hands and regarding Seth. “Can you undo that?”
“My pleasure.”
An instant later, she felt a slight pull, followed by a more forceful tug. She glanced over her shoulder to see the strips of silk spill into Beck’s hands. He rubbed the satiny scrap between his thumb and fingers, looking as if her wide, innocent ribbon was a problem for him.
“You don’t know what bows do to me.” He kissed his way up the back of her thigh, then nibbled on the lower swell of her backside.
She did now. “I-I’ll remember.”
Next to her, Seth skated one hand down the naked line of her spine. The other wound around her nape and tilted her face to his. “You’re trying to seduce us.”
He meant his low rumble to be an accusation, but his words dripped seduction as they ricocheted heat through every corner and crevice of her body.
“I wanted to look nice.”
“Nice girls don’t show their nipples through their dresses, do they?”
Why did his scolding go straight between her legs?
“No.”
“No,” he confirmed. “What should we do with her, man?”
The sexy-as-hell surgeon answered with a long, slow smile. “Punish her…as soon as I’ve seen all these fucking bows. Where are the rest, girl?”
Heavenly swallowed. Would they spank her…or something more? “Th-there are some on my bra.”
“Show me.”
“I need help. There’s a catch…” She pointed to her nape.
“I got it,” Seth volunteered, fingers already working at the clasp behind her neck. “Come here, angel.”
She melted into him happily, parting her lips for his descending mouth, knowing instinctively that only offering him everything might soothe his savage beast. Maybe.
He captured her kiss, plunging in, sweeping deep, and taking whatever he wanted, leaving behind a thick arousal that pulled her under like quicksand. Coupled with Beck’s fingers tracing the elastic of her embarrassingly wet thong, she wondered how soon her knees would give way.
“Nice girls don’t get soaked by teasing their men, either,” Beck murmured before he laved one of her cheeks.
Seth lifted from her mouth and settled his thumb over her pulse point. “Nice girls also don’t get hard nipples from flaunting themselves. She’s being very bad today. Punishment is definitely in order.”
That threat shouldn’t make her flood her panties even more.
“I-I’m sorry.”
Beck nipped at her ass. “I’m still waiting to see bows and I’m getting impatient. You don’t want that; trust me.”
She very much suspected she did, but some sense of self-preservation kicked in, so she peeled her sleeves down her arms and wriggled the bodice to her waist, baring her bra.
Seth gaped. “Fuck me. That is so…”
“Pretty?” Beck asked, seemingly still fixated by her backside and the humid flesh of her inner thighs.
“Fucking indecent it should be illegal.” Her big blond god bent to one tight peak, visible through the transparent fabric, and plucked it between his lips.
She cried out and clasped him tighter, losing herself in the feel of his tongue.
Then Seth switched to the other bud, leaving the first clinging to her damp bra to be lashed by a blast from the air conditioner. He nipped it between his teeth, then soothed the sting with a long, languorous lick.
“Check this out, man.” Seth pulled back, thumbing and pinching her hard tips. “She was going to wear this shit under her transparent dress.”
