Lacey Temptations [Crave 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Amy J. Hawthorn

  Yet, if he thought he was having serious feelings for Lacey, then why did the sight of Ryan going all big bad dom on Lacey turn him on? He should be filled with jealousy, not lust.

  There was just something about Lacey. She was a true “good girl” and they were such a rare treat. And witnessing her go places with her sexuality that he suspected she’d never gone before was hotter than hell.

  His jeans tightened further even as his gut twisted with guilt. He simply couldn’t force himself to leave. Yes, he’d witnessed Ryan having sex before and had even shared women with his closest friend, but his gut was telling him that no matter what Ryan said, that Lacey was going to be the one and only for his friend.

  Somehow, as the guilt hounding him finally began to make a stand, he took a step back and shifted his foot to turn around. Ryan looked up and saw him, plain as day watching. His friend never even blinked as Lacey sucked his cock into her mouth.

  And he gave a little toss of his head that seemed to say “come on and watch.”

  Then he drove the final nail into Parker’s coffin.

  Just as he was about to ignore what looked like an invitation to watch, Ryan made Lacey pause and then pull down her shorts and panties. Utterly nude, Lacey’s gorgeous curves were on display. Parker couldn’t help but stare as his friend looked him dead in the eye, as if challenging him, daring him to stay and watch. Ryan’s low timbre never faltered as he put Lacey right back to work on his cock.

  Son of a bitch! No doubt about it, Ryan had done that on purpose. Ryan knew he loved nothing better than the sight of a beautiful ass. And damn if he hadn’t delivered one to him on a silver platter. Lacey had one of the finest asses he had ever seen. Lush and satiny, it looked just perfect for his large hands to grasp and spread. His mouth watered and his hands were tensed and ready with the urge to touch and squeeze. Shape and smack. Spank. That ass was taunting him with the challenge to spank it thoroughly.

  What was Ryan thinking?

  And what was he supposed to do about it?

  * * * *

  This was so bad. His little Lacey was going to destroy him with her words, her touch, her mouth, and even more devastating was her willingness to let go and trust him.

  The sight of his cock in her sweet little mouth, her breasts swaying with each little movement she made and her lovely honey eyes locked on him would never fade from his memory. The combination of sweet, sexy, and trusting was deadly to his restraint. Ruthless control over his desires had always been a source of pride for him. Thanks to Lacey he knew that had all been an illusion. He just hadn’t found the one woman with the power to completely unravel him.

  Until now. And he had completely, utterly underestimated the power that the right woman would have over him. He may be the one giving commands, but without knowing it she held him in the palm of her hand. He had absolutely no idea how to handle it. He’d held a tight rein on his own desire and Lacey was physically right where he wanted her but his mind was a mess.

  Things had gotten serious fast and that hadn’t been a part of his plan. Without his consent, his heart had gone and decided that it wanted to keep Lacey. And there was no doubt that his body was on board with the plan, but his brain wasn’t.

  Lacey wouldn’t be on board with the plan. Would she? She was too sweet for his needs. Too innocent.

  Parker’s appearance at the trail’s outlet had thrown him a life preserver. His thoughts regarding Lacey had become too complex and he wasn’t ready to face them just yet. His friend had been the distraction his brain needed.

  He knew his friend better than he knew himself and Parker’s lust and guilt were having a hardcore MMA throwdown. His warring thoughts might as well have been flashing across his tense face.

  Ryan loved his friend, but he was desperate. It had been time to play dirty and he knew exactly where to hit. In no time at all Parker would be on his knees.

  * * * *

  “All right, baby, that’s enough of that.” Ryan pulled his cock out of her mouth and lay down on the blanket. “Take the rest of your clothes off. Everything.” Had she ever totally bared herself outdoors? Probably not since she was two years old. But it was a delicious feeling as she stepped free of her shorts and panties and revealed all that she was to both the sun and Ryan.

  Urgent desire rode her hard. Her body hungered for the man lying below her. Looking at Ryan as he sprawled in the sun like some great muscled predator, she realized his nudity and relaxed position did nothing to subtract from his authority. Each carved muscle radiated male confidence and strength. Aching and needy, her body responded to the sight on a basic and primitive level. It was all she could do not to throw herself on him and gorge on all those taught, ready muscles.

  “Come on, put that wicked little mouth right back to work, beauty. You know how to use it.” God, what this man did to her! Courtesy of his powerful words and the desire marking his features she felt as if a she’d become a seductive siren emerging from a cocoon. She knelt by his feet and the last remaining bindings of reserve fell away freeing her from her shell. She arched over, stretching and preening, offering him everything that she was. She may feel like a sexual goddess, but he was the carnal god that owned her body and soul.

  “You painted a picture for me, pretty Lacey. Now let me paint one for you. The stunning Lacey is on her knees, arched like a naughty little cat, her sexy ass pointed up and ready in the air. It’s such a fine, luscious ass, and it’s just begging to be smacked. Have you ever been spanked, Lacey? Answer me.”

  He pulled her head away and easily held her chin in his hand. Those sinfully dark eyes of his commanded her to answer.

  “No. Never.”

  “Have you ever been watched by a third? Bared everything you are, everything you need to both your partner, and another man?”

  “Never.” She was barely able to squeeze out a whisper. Her breasts grew heavier and her womb throbbed, yearning. Her pussy softened and grew slick with hunger.

  “Can you imagine if Parker were here, behind you? Seeing how beautiful you are and how turned on you have me? How hard you’ve made me and how fiercely I need you? Picture Parker watching that sexy ass, seeing your lovely breasts heavy with need? What if he was right behind you and could see the moisture dripping from your pussy?”

  Grasping her arms, he guided her until she was directly above him and they were face to face, eye to eye. Her legs bracketed his hips, the heat of his pelvis, branding her inner thighs. The dark storm boiling in his eyes made it all too clear that even though she may be on top physically, he was the one in control. He retrieved a condom from his jeans and slipped it on.

  “Hands on my shoulders and don’t remove them for any reason.”

  She’d never imagined the words alone could drive a person so close to climax. But Ryan’s had. Trembling and hungry it was all she could do to be patient and follow his lead.

  “Up.” The single word was punctuated with a smart slap to her ass. A crack sounded in the quiet woods and was followed by a sting. She raised herself up as far has his tight grip on her ass allowed. He notched the head of his cock at the mouth of her sex and held her still. “Now don’t move.”

  Not move? He was crazy. Thanks to the inferno he’d built with his words it was all she could do not to beg and plead with him to please fuck her. Make her come. Now. Orgasm had never felt so close and so far away at the same time. Her knees began to quiver with the effort it took to hold herself still, waiting to see what he would do, or not do, next.

  “Now answer my question honestly and I’ll reward you for being a good girl.” She watched the strength in his forearms flex and tense as he lowered her just a fraction onto his scorching length, letting her know exactly what her reward would be. “How would you feel if Parker were right behind you, watching you ride me?”

  “I–I don’t know.” She could barely stutter the words aloud as she felt Ryan raise her hips and ease his cock away until she wasn’t sure if it was touching her sex or not. Sh
e wanted to cry in frustration.

  “Answer me truthfully. What if Parker were right behind you, watching our every move? He’s watching my cock ease into that sexy little pussy of yours and wishing it were his cock kissing your pussy. Answer me and I’ll give you what you want.”

  She was lost to his seductive words and vision, helpless but to reveal everything to him and it was no matter. He saw right through her and each and every one of her secrets.

  “It turns me on.” The hard heat of his cock eased back into her swollen sex as her lowered her a scant inch.

  “It turns you on a lot, or just a little?” He lowered her onto him the barest fraction, tempting her with her reward. She was fascinated by the iron hard strength of his forearms, but the silent command in his eyes demanded her attention.

  “A lot. It makes me so hot that I feel it all the way to my ears and my toes.”

  “There’s my girl. You’d like him to watch you fuck me and fuck me hard?” Her slickened core welcomed Ryan’s strength as he fed her another faction of his length. Not much more than the head had entered her body. It was ecstasy and torture combined in their purest forms.

  “Yes.” He lowered her until about half of his heavily thickened length was inside her. The strength of his arms never wavered, yet she could see the storm brewing in his eyes. She didn’t think it would be long before it erupted into a full blown tempest.

  “Tell him. Tell Parker you want him to watch. Parker?”

  She watched as Parker stepped around from behind her and stood just a few feet away. His body was tense and the sexual strain marking his face matched the storm boiling in Ryan’s.

  Overwhelmed with arousal, she couldn’t bring herself to be surprised. Quite simply, fantasy had morphed into reality right before her very eyes. And damned if it wasn’t turning her sexual world upside down. And she’d be double damned if she could even make herself care at this very moment.

  Ryan lowered her. A loud crack ripped through the air and the sharp sting revisited her ass.

  “Lacey. Tell him what you want. He’s waiting.”

  “Watch me. Watch Ryan fuck me.”

  “Look at how hot, how rock hard he is for you. See how badly he wants inside you. Don’t you want to see?” With a flex of his arms he raised her hips until his cock was just barely inside her.

  “Yes, I want to see.” Ryan slid her partway down his shaft.

  “Tell Parker.” Ryan parted her legs so they were open farther, stretching her wider, making her even more helpless as he controlled her movements.

  “Parker, show me. Show me now.” She watched rapt with aroused curiosity as he stepped closer and undid the snap of his jeans. He parted the denim and pulled his straining length free. Hard, flushed, and eager, Parker’s cock appeared to be as possessed with lust as he was. She was spellbound as Parker worked the rigid flesh in a slow glide. Sinfully guiding his hand up and down, he watched her as Ryan began to rock her hips onto his.

  Ryan’s every movement matched the rhythm of Parker’s hand. The tug and push friction burned her with a growing urgency. Pleasure and want dueled in a fierce battle where there could be no winner.

  The men saw right through her. Looking from Parker’s intense face to Ryan’s fierce, dark eyes she knew that they weren’t staring at her breasts or even her sex, but they were looking at her, through her. They were seeing the whole of her mind and heart. It went even deeper than that. They saw inside her soul.

  Feeling Ryan inside her and watching Parker above her was the single most erotic experience of her life, and she had a feeling that this was just the beginning. Sensation consumed her, burned her alive, and made her new.

  Parker’s movements grew more frantic and Ryan continued to match his pace, stroke for stroke. Masculine groans were matched with the sound of Ryan’s cock pounding into her pussy. The men set a frantic pace and each movement pushed her deeper and deeper into ecstasy and their control.

  Parker stared her in the eyes, arched his back, and sprayed his release right before her on the ground. Ryan grasped her chin in his hand and pulled her until she could only see him. Feral and all male, he claimed her as his alone with his stare. Her every muscle bunched and tightened and then launched her into a screaming orgasm. Hot and fierce, it scorched her every cell.

  Ryan gave a shout, raised her hips, and pounded ruthlessly into her core. She felt him spasm and flood her with his release.

  Chest heaving with exertion Parker turned without saying a word and walked back the way he came.

  * * * *

  Ryan held her hand as they left the wooded trail and walked back to the cabin. The late afternoon sun still shone bright on the downslide to evening. Parker stood leaning against the wooden porch railing as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Lacey would bet money that behind the dark sunglasses lay a pair of troubled eyes. He’d obviously enjoyed himself down by the lake but he’d also acted distant, as if he were only an observer.

  If anyone should have felt awkward or shy after their experience she would have expected it to be her, not Parker, the experienced one. Though she was treading murky waters here she found herself wanting to offer him comfort or reassurance that all was well. She wasn’t quite sure of her role, especially where Parker was concerned but that didn’t stop her from caring about him.

  He turned to face Ryan more directly, his hidden gaze barely glancing over her. “I’m afraid I don’t have much of an update for you. We canvassed the area around the store where the pictures of you two were taken. We’ve used a ton of manpower asking anyone and everyone about that day. Every employee of every business on that block has been questioned about what they did that day, whether or not they saw anyone suspicious, or if they had seen anyone with a camera in the area.”

  “Let me guess. Nobody saw anything.” Ryan slipped his arm around her hip and drew her closer to his side. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that his solid presence was a comfort as reality barged in and darkened her day.

  “Actually we found the opposite, believe it or not. It’s been a slow news week and the grand opening of Crave was apparently a very newsworthy event. The local media and news outlets from the bigger cities showed to take pictures of the store and a few even interviewed the manager, Tara. We’re continuing to question everyone we can think of, but there’s really no way to know if we’ve if we got them all or not. There were cameras spotted everywhere that day.”

  “And at the hospital? Surely there were security cameras?” Disbelief that even Parker was unable to find this madman made him angry.

  “No. Unfortunately not.”

  “How the hell did the shooter get a rifle to the roof of the hospital unseen?” Lacey couldn’t contain her flinch as Ryan’s tone darkened in frustration and reminded her that it wasn’t much more than forty-eight hours ago that she’d been shot. She wanted to curl into the comfort his hold promised and never return to ugliness of reality.

  “Apparently the new maintenance guy on nightshift is a smoker. He’s been using tape and cardboard to keep the lock from latching at night when he goes out to smoke. The hospital has a strict no smoking policy so he disabled the video feed from that entrance. Also, deliveries for surgery equipment and all manner of supplies come through another door near that same stairwell. The hospital is older and one of the smaller ones in the city so the cameras are pretty sparse everywhere except near the emergency room, which is on the opposite side of the hospital. Basically a child could have put a gun in a backpack and taken the service elevator up.”

  “So we’ve got nothing.” Ryan rubbed that hand up and down her back. Even tense with anger, he expressed the need to care for her. She felt herself melt just a little more inside.

  “We’re still digging and I’m calling in every favor that’s owed to me, but you’re right. We have jack-shit to go on at this point. That doesn’t mean I’m giving up.” Lacey watched him turn to leave without ever acknowledging her presence. She gave Ryan a little squeeze on his wai
st in question.

  Heavy waves of guilt poured off of Parker. His emotions were so thick that she could feel them herself. But she just couldn’t understand why. The guys had shared before. What made the experience down by the lake any different than what they’d done in the past?

  “Lacey, would you mind giving us just a minute? I’ll be right behind you. Parker and I have something to discuss.” He returned the squeeze to her waist and punctuated his request with a quick kiss to her lips.

  Instead of being offended that Parker had all but ignored her, she couldn’t help but feel a little sad for him. She just didn’t know what it meant to her or what to do about it. As for Ryan? Who knew what he was thinking? It hadn’t taken her long to learn he kept his thoughts and feelings close to his chest.

  Given the option, she chose to be amused by the manly soap opera rather than offended that she’d been left out. They could probably see her shaking her head as she went inside.

  * * * *

  “Parker, what’s wrong with you? Why the cold shoulder? You’ve never left a woman wanting for attention. Why would you give Lacey the silent treatment?”

  “What are you after, Ryan?” Parker closed the car door that he’d just opened and stood straight. He adjusted his shades and crossed his arms over his chest. Ryan was confused? What the fuck did he have to be confused and self-righteous about? He had exactly what he wanted and she waited for him right behind the door to that cabin. He was just too stupid to act on it.

  “What do you mean? Why aren’t you staying for dinner? We can thaw another steak in no time.”

  “No, damn you. I’m not after food, you idiot! Where is your head at? I am not playing this game and you know exactly what I’m talking about. What kind of game are you playing with Lacey and yourself?” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so pissed off at his best friend. It was possible he’d never been this mad at the idiot before.