Naughty and Nice: A Menage Holiday Romance (Double the Fun Book 4)

by Marie Carnay

  Naughty and Nice

  A Menage Holiday Romance

  Marie Carnay

  Contents

  Naughty and Nice

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  Also by Marie Carnay

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2016 by Marie Carnay. Cover and internal design © by Marie Carnay. Cover image copyright © Deposit Photos, 2016.

  All rights reserved. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  Naughty and Nice

  Dear Santa, I’ve been a bad, bad girl. Can I have two presents this year?

  Bree’s in Vegas to help her best friend plan her wedding—to two guys! Hank and Trenton might be the perfect pair for Willa, but Bree knows she’ll never be that lucky in love. When she runs into sexy twins from her past, she’s shocked and more than a little turned on. They never asked her out in college, but time has changed more than just their minds. Can they make her see two presents are better than one? Or is Bree destined to spend another Christmas alone?

  After fighting over Bree in college, Wyatt and Walker made a pact: never date the same woman. It’s worked flawlessly for years, until Bree shows back up in their life. With the holidays right around the corner, it's goodbye old promises or goodbye girl of their dreams. Will Bree make their Christmas wishes come true? Or will she be the one present they can never have?

  Naughty and Nice is an MFM romance novella with an HEA. Although it includes appearances from other Double the Fun series characters, it can be read as a standalone.

  Chapter 1

  BREE

  Red and green ribbon curled around the front doors to the boutique, and the heady smells of cinnamon and spice filled Bree’s nose. Vegas might not be a winter wonderland of snow and sleigh bells at Christmas, but Willa had outdone herself with the decorations.

  Silver bells jingled as the front door shut behind Bree and she smiled. Spending Christmas with her best friend was the perfect antidote to a boring and lonely year.

  “I’m sorry, we don’t open for another—” Willa’s voice carried from down the hall until she popped out into the store front. “Bree! You made it!”

  Willa scampered past the display cases covered with flocks of snow and wrapped her arms around her before she could respond.

  “Can’t… breathe…” Bree puffed out the words as she tried not to choke on her best friend’s blonde curls.

  “Sorry. It’s just so good to see you.” Willa stepped back, her hands still clutching Bree’s shoulders as she took her in. “I’ve missed you.”

  “Same here.” Bree smiled.

  She hadn’t seen Willa for more than a weekend at a time since two dashing men swept Willa off her feet and made all her dreams come true. The diamond ring on her left hand sparkled under the store lights as she let Bree go.

  “I still can’t believe you’re engaged.”

  “I know.” Willa glanced down at the ring. “But it feels so right. Trenton and Hank are everything I could want in a guy. There’s just two of them.”

  Bree winced. She still remembered the first time Willa told her about the Beauchamp brothers. “Sorry I wasn’t more supportive from the beginning.”

  Willa waved her off. “Don’t be silly. If you had been, I’d have known I was crazy. Falling in love with a pair of brothers isn’t the usual happily ever after.”

  “But you are, right? You look positively giddy, but it’s a best friend’s duty to check, you know.”

  Willa nodded. “Insanely happy.”

  It had only been a few weeks since the engagement, but Willa had already started planning. Bree had spent hours over video chat comparing dresses and venues and bands. Part of the reason she’d come to Vegas for Christmas was to help Willa with the wedding.

  Bree smiled. So much had changed for her friend in the past year. She’d gone from barely making it to having her own jewelry boutique in Vegas, and now her designs were in stores all over the country. Going home to two sexy guys at night was way more than an added bonus, too.

  Jealousy was the last thing Bree wanted to feel, but she couldn’t help having a pang of it now and then. She wanted a happily ever after of her own. Sure, there had been dinners and dates and boyfriends. But not a single guy she’d met over the last year rated a holiday stay-over.

  Willa’s eyes lit up as she glanced around her store. “Thanks for helping me with the Christmas showcase today.”

  The words of thanks snapped Bree out of her pity party. She needed to be there for her best friend, not turning green with envy. “You’re welcome. But I still don’t get why you need my help. Can’t those fiancés of yours just clap their hands and give you a full roster of help?”

  Willa’s lips flattened into a line. “They can, but I want to do this on my own. I don’t need their last name or their money to make my jewelry business a success.”

  “But it wouldn’t hurt to have it.”

  Her best friend exhaled as she tucked away an errant curl. “It would in a way. I’d constantly feel like I was a charity case. Like I wasn’t really successful.” Her gaze flitted over the display cases. “I want to know Willa Designs is thriving because my work is top notch, not because I’m engaged to the Beauchamp brothers.”

  Bree smiled. She had to hand it to Willa; she had more strength and self-confidence than any other woman she knew. It’s why they’d become such close friends. “Have I told you how proud I am of all you’ve accomplished?”

  “Only every twenty seconds.” Willa reached out and took Bree by the arm. “Now come on and help me finish the garland on the far wall. We only have a few more minutes.”

  The pair rushed through the rest of setting up, putting the finishing touches on the decorations and setting out a hot carafe of spiced cider in the back.

  As Bree adjusted the wreath on the office door, Willa palmed her hips and beamed. “We do good work, you and I.”

  “Can’t argue there.” Bree glanced up at the clock. “It’s time to open. Are you ready?”

  “More than ever.”

  Before Bree knew it, the boutique filled with customers and friends. Men and women leaned over the decorated cases, peering down at bracelets and necklaces and Willa’s brand-new wedding line.

  Employees manned most of the counters, but even Bree had been pressed into helping once the demand far outstripped Willa’s wildest expectations.

  Bree stepped up to the display in front of her as a woman wearing a pair of exaggerated glasses with black curls framing her face peered in. She pointed at the gold enamel bracelets lining the case in front of her, ti
lting her black frames to get a closer look.

  “Can I see the row in the back, please?”

  “Of course.” Bree reached down and pulled the velvet-clad tray from the case and set it on top of the glass. “These are eighteen karat gold with mother of pearl and enamel overlay.”

  The woman pointed at one in the middle. “Are those sapphires?”

  Bree hesitated. I should know this. With a smile, she glanced at the customer before searching the crowd for Willa. Maybe she could confirm the details or at least give her a thumbs up as she pointed to the bracelet. Providing a customer the wrong answer wasn’t going to help.

  She scanned over heads and faces, searching for her best friend. Instead, she found a face she’d never expected.

  What the hell?

  Bree swallowed down a swell of emotion.

  It can’t be him. I must be seeing things.

  Brown hair skimmed the man’s brows and a three-day beard coated his jaw. He leaned over, pointing out a piece in the case in front of him, and his lips curved into the sinful smile Bree remembered. Still so damn sexy.

  For four years of college, Bree had dreamt about those lips kissing her, whispering dirty words in her ear, smiling as he stared.

  Of all the people to show up in Las Vegas. Of all the men who could be shopping for their wives or girlfriends or mothers.

  He turned her way and any chance of mistaken identity disappeared like cookies on Christmas Eve.

  It might have been close to a decade since she’d last seen Wyatt Daniels, but she’d recognize the man anywhere. She scanned the crowd, looking for Walker.

  They can’t both be here. Not today.

  “Miss? Do you know?”

  The tone from the woman in front of her conveyed extreme annoyance, and Bree glanced down. Damn it. She didn’t have time to be so distracted. “I’m sorry, I don’t know. If you can hold on a moment, I can find out.”

  “Don’t bother. I’ll keep looking.” The woman frowned as she walked away and Bree chastised herself.

  She should focus on the event and not the man making his way through the store, but she couldn’t help it. Time had only made Wyatt more handsome. The square cut to his face, the perfect slope to his nose. The shoulders that still showed off the broad strokes of crew practice at five in the morning.

  The minute she’d laid eyes on Wyatt and Walker Daniels, Bree had fallen head over heels. A pair of gorgeous, almost identical twins who laughed at her jokes and made her feel like she could do anything.

  They had been the only guys on her mind between classes in college. She’d had four years of chances to make one of them hers, but it never happened.

  From the start, she’d only been their little sidekick. More kid sister than girlfriend material. No matter how many times she’d dreamt that one of them kissed her, they never did. Wish it all she wanted, the Daniels brothers didn’t see her as anything more than a friend.

  Wyatt stopped in front of the engagement rings and Bree clamped her jaw shut to keep from cursing.

  Of course he’s shopping for a ring.

  Bree couldn’t watch him buy the luckiest woman in the world a diamond, but she couldn’t pretend it wasn’t happening fifteen feet away, either. Damn it. She glanced around. They had the place staffed to the gills.

  She could slip away. Willa would understand.

  Bree scooted down the cases, easing toward the back hallway as inconspicuously as possible.

  She ducked into the small back office and tried to rein in her warring emotions. Shock, hope, disappointment. She didn’t know whether to laugh or smack herself upside the head.

  Part of her wanted to march back in there, find him, and say hello, but the other part of her feared the result. If he was about to propose to another woman…

  With a ragged exhale, Bree glanced around the office. Tiny desk, bookcase full of notebooks and papers. Nothing to help Bree find her missing Zen. Too bad Willa didn’t stock the back room with whiskey.

  Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d see Wyatt again.

  Bree took deep breath after deep breath. She should take up meditation or yoga. Either would come in handy in a crisis like this.

  She nibbled on her nail. Hiding out in the back room all day wasn’t an option. Maybe Wyatt already left. Maybe she could sneak back into the main room and he wouldn’t notice her.

  Screw this. Bree stomped her foot. Enough acting like some weak little thing.

  So what if Wyatt was about to be engaged? It didn’t mean anything. She hadn’t thought about him in years.

  The pain in her chest was probably heartburn. Too much coffee. Grand opening jitters.

  It had nothing to do with Wyatt.

  Before she could talk herself out of it, Bree tugged open the door and barreled into the hallway, charging toward the store like a bull in a china shop. She plastered a smile on her face, rounded the corner, and slammed into someone.

  A warm, solid, all-male someone.

  Strong hands reached out to steady her. “I’m so sorry. Are you all right?”

  Oh my God. She knew that voice anywhere. Her eyes rose slowly up the broad chest, over the stubbled jaw, and into the eyes she’d never forgotten.

  As soon as her gaze met his, Wyatt tightened his grip.

  “Bree?”

  “Hey, Wyatt.”

  Chapter 2

  WYATT

  His hands curled around her arms and Wyatt couldn’t stop staring. Bree Schaffer. The one who got away.

  She’d been his first crush. First fantasy. First knock-down, drag-out with his brother.

  Never before and never since had a woman turned his life inside out and upside down. Bree had been different from the beginning. All the other girls they met in college had oohed and ahhed over their six-pack abs and crew scholarships, not caring whether there were any brains behind their muscles.

  Not Bree. She’d scoffed at their sports playing and rolled her eyes when either Wyatt or Walker had shown up to class late and unprepared. According to her, college was for learning first and everything else second.

  She was a model student with a knockout body who didn’t give him or Walker the time of day unless it was about a question on the next exam.

  Wyatt exhaled. How many times had they fought over her? How many nights did they spend in college debating who should get the chance to ask her out instead of studying?

  He’d spend days in the library just for a chance to catch her flip her hair as she leaned over a textbook or hear the tail end of her laugh, so infectious it lit up the whole place.

  One look into her big brown eyes that warmed like melted chocolate when she smiled and Wyatt was right back in college. The years hadn’t changed Bree one bit. Damn if he didn’t want her as badly now as he had all those years ago.

  His gaze roved over her, unabashed and out in the open. The white button-up blouse barely hid the best pair of tits at their alma matter. High and perky with just the right heft. The red pencil skirt swooped over her hips and hugged her ass.

  All Wyatt wanted to do was pin her to the hallway wall and make her his, like he should have done years ago.

  “You can let me go, Wyatt. I’m all right.”

  She struggled a bit in his grip, but he wasn’t about to release her. He’d just found her for God’s sake. “What are you doing here?”

  “I’m helping Willa with the grand opening.”

  He blinked. “I thought you wanted to be a photographer.”

  Her shoulders stiffened. “I am a photographer. But Willa’s my best friend and I’m supporting her. Is there something wrong with that?”

  Wyatt frowned. The last thing he wanted was to piss her off. Despite every alarm in his body telling him to hold on tight, Wyatt let her go. “No, not at all. I’m just surprised to see you in Vegas.”

  Now that he wasn’t touching her, he didn’t know what to do with his hands. He shoved one through his hair as she shrugged.

  “That makes
two of us.” She looked past him, angling toward the store and avoiding his eyes. “What are you doing here, ring shopping?”

  Wyatt blinked. “What? No. Trenton’s a friend. I told him I’d come to support his fiancée.

  Bree’s face softened, but still she inched closer to the store. “I’ve got to get back to work.”

  “No.” He might as well have screamed it. “They can handle it.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m leaving.”

  She made to move past him, but Wyatt blocked her path, crowding into her personal space until she backed up. Her body hit the wall behind her and Wyatt closed the distance, his chest a breath away from hers.

  “Don’t blow me off.”

  He palmed the beige hallway wall, his fingers flat to keep from running them through Bree’s brown hair.

  “I… I’m not… I…” Bree trailed off, her eyes locked on his as her voice failed her.

  God, how he wanted to touch her. Taste her. Kiss those full, glossed lips until she moaned his name. His dick twitched and he leaned closer.

  Dangerously close.

  “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were afraid.”

  Her pupils swelled, dilated with shock and maybe more. Her slick pink pout fell open and it took all of Wyatt’s self-control not to dive in and get lost.

  “I’m not afraid.” Her cheeks colored with the lie.

  Could she want him? Could there be some heat behind those wide eyes? He’d wondered all those years ago if the accidental touches of her leg against his or the way he caught her staring from the corner of his eye meant anything.

  Her lower lip quivered as he stared her down and hope surged inside his chest. Did he really have a chance with the one girl he’d never gotten out of his head?

  Shit, her body practically begged him to touch her. The more he stared, the more her breasts heaved up and down, the hint of nude lace peeking out from beneath the crisp cotton. His fingers twitched beside her head. “You’re terrified.”