A Very Naughty Xmas

by Olivia Cunning

  “I’m three times the ho you are, beotch.”

  Vanessa sniggered. “So what you’re saying is you’re a ho ho ho?”

  Lindsey laughed. “Yeah, when it comes to any member of Sole Regret I’m a ho ho ho.” Once she got tickled, she couldn’t stop laughing for several minutes. She had to wipe tears out of her eyes with her thumbs. “God, we’re corny. No wonder we can’t snag decent boyfriends.”

  “What are they doing?” Vanessa asked, her attention now outside the car.

  Lindsey’s head swiveled and her heart almost stopped. The band’s bassist, Owen had just launched himself out of the open bus door and onto the back of rhythm guitarist, Kellen. Kellen, who was inexplicably shirtless in a snow storm, flipped him into a snow bank and scooped up a handful of snow. He began to pack the fluffy flakes into a large ball. Owen retrieved his Santa hat from the snow and dove for cover behind the front of the bus. A battery of snow balls flew from Owen’s hiding place and pummeled Kellen in the chest.

  She caught a glimpse of a red and black mohawk just above Owen’s hat.

  “Gabe too?”

  “Adam is sneaking around back.” Vanessa pointed at the dark shadow at the rear corner of the bus. “The only one missing is the hottest of the bunch.”

  “Shade?”

  “I’m sure he’s too cool for this childish bullshit.” Vanessa opened her car door. “All right, chicken shit, you brought us all the way up here to make complete asses out of ourselves, we might as well go talk to them.”

  “What? Wait! We don’t have to. Let’s just go home.”

  But Vanessa had already climbed out of the car and closed the door. Lindsey took a deep breath, shut off her car, pocketed the keys and then surged into the uncharted snowstorm. Vanessa always gave her courage. With Vanessa at her side, Lindsey could have slain dragons, swam the Mediterranean Sea, or even talked to a rock star.

  Vanessa was already shaking hands with the lead guitarist of the band, Adam. He’d been the closest target, but Lindsey really wanted Owen. Or Kellen. Or Owen and Kellen. So she headed into the epic snowball battle. Heart thundering in her chest, stomach a bit queasy, knees quaking, Lindsey stepped up behind Kellen and was about to tap him on the shoulder which was decorated with an amazingly realistic tattoo of a rearing black stallion, when he suddenly ducked. Fast—like ninja.

  A barrage of snow balls walloped Lindsey in the face, neck and chest, catching her so off-guard that she just stood there and took every last one of them at full force.

  “Oh shit,” someone said. “Why did you duck, Kelly?”

  A very large, wonderfully strong hand began to brush snow out of her face. “Are you okay?”

  She was suddenly looking up into the gorgeous, strong-featured face of Kellen Jamison. “I am now,” she whispered.

  IV

  Kellen winced at the welt under the attractive young woman’s right eye. “That had to hurt,” he said, gently rubbing the mark with his thumb.

  “Um,” she said.

  He smiled. He could tell she knew who he was. She had that star-struck look on her face he knew so well. “I’m Kellen.”

  “Yes.”

  “And you would be?” She had the biggest blue eyes he’d ever encountered. He was a sucker for that wide-eyed innocent look and if her eyes got any wider, they’d likely fall right out of her head.

  “Um.” She blinked and then scowled as if suffering from amnesia.

  “Lindsey!” another woman ran over and began to fling snow from Lindsey’s sweater. It hit Kellen in the chest, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Oh my God, girl, what were you thinking? You could have been killed.”

  “I don’t think snowballs are lethal,” Kellen said. The look Lindsey’s friend gave him could have melted the snow off the entire mountain.

  “What kind of crazy person pelts a poor, defenseless woman with snowballs?” the woman said, flinging snow from Lindsey’s chest like a weapon now.

  Defenseless? The only thing that got Kellen’s blood pumping hotter than that big-eyed innocent look was a defenseless woman. Tied down. Spread wide. Pussy open and exposed for him to feast upon. Kellen’s mouth went dry as images of their guest spread across the tour bus bed entered his mind. Would her eyes get wider when she came or would she squeeze them closed? Damn, he hadn’t been the least bit horny two minutes ago and now his cock was fully erect and straining against his zipper.

  It couldn’t be helped. Lindsey was exactly his type.

  Merry Christmas to me.

  Owen jogged over and assisted Lindsey’s hot-tempered friend in cleaning the snow off of his accidental target. Rather than helping Lindsey, Owen’s hands on her made her shake uncontrollably.

  “You must be freezing,” he said. “Do you want to come inside and get dried off? We have towels. And I think we have hot chocolate.” Owen turned toward the open bus door. “Tex! Make some fucking hot chocolate!”

  Lindsey’s friend nodded toward the car behind the bus. “We should probably get—” Her words were halted when Lindsey covered the woman’s mouth with one hand.

  “Yes, thank you,” Lindsey said. “I’m liable to freeze to death if I don’t get out of this wet sweater.” Lindsey glanced back at the small car. Besides the spot of emerald green on the hood over the hot engine, the entire car was already white with a coating of snow. “And I don’t think it’s safe to drive in this weather.”

  She blinked up at Kellen, snowflakes clinging to her long lashes and Kellen decided he would have ripped the engine out of her car and tossed it off a cliff to keep her from leaving. And if she wanted Owen, well, he never had a problem with sharing. As long as he got to eat out the juicy delight between her thighs before Owen got down to business, Kellen would be satisfied. He just wanted to taste her. Every woman tasted different and he was a connoisseur of pussy. He couldn’t get enough. He could lick it and suck it and kiss it and nibble on it for hours. Or until she begged for mercy.

  Owen took Lindsey by the hand and yanked her toward the bus, breaking the spell she had over Kellen. “Let’s go get you warmed up,” Owen said.

  “Yes,” Kellen murmured to himself. “Let’s do that.”

  V

  Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

  Those were the only words that were capable of echoing through Lindsey’s mind at the moment. She was really here. Oh God. And Kellen really had touched her cheek and looked at her as if he wanted to fuck her brains out. Oh God. And Owen really was holding her hand and leading her up the stairs of Sole Regret’s tour bus. Oh God. And Shade really was tied to a recliner, flashing with multicolored lights, and looking out of sorts.

  “Oh God!” she yelled and burst out laughing. Lindsey covered her mouth with one hand as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing. Well, whoever had turned Shade Silverton into a shidari bondage tree was one hundred percent hilarious. And the pair of blue Christmas balls hanging at crotch level? Priceless.

  “We have guests,” Owen said to Shade as he led Lindsey past him. “Make yourself presentable.”

  “Fucking untie me,” Shade demanded, straining bulging muscles against the intricately crisscrossed strands of lights. A garland rope bound his arms together from wrist to elbow.

  “Don’t you dare untie him,” some man she didn’t recognize said from the kitchen area. He was scooping hot chocolate mix into over half-a-dozen mugs. “He needs to get his sense of humor back. That bitch, Tina, sure did a number on him.”

  “Un-fucking-tie me,” Shade growled between clenched teeth.

  “Oh my,” Vanessa said from the bus entryway. “Heavens.”

  She probably thought seeing Shade tied to a chair was hot regardless of the flashing multicolored lights and the slightly askew star on his head.

  Owen paused at the end of the corridor and opened an oddly narrow door. He pulled out a towel and handed it to Lindsey. She patted at the melting snow around her neck. It was starting to melt and trickle down between her breasts, but the chill had nothing to do
with how hard her nipples were. The musky, sweet scent of Owen’s cologne and the ornery look in his blue eyes was one hundred percent responsible for that.

  A hand settled at the base of her spine and she didn’t have to look over her shoulder to know Kellen was standing directly behind her. That gentle but commanding touch was one hundred percent responsible for the pulsating throb in her panties.

  “Would you like to change your sweater?” Kellen’s deep, quiet voice made Lindsey’s eyelids flutter.

  She’d like to rip her sweater off and light it on fire was what she’d like to do. That would ensure she’d have a good excuse to be half naked in the presence of strangers. Except they didn’t feel like strangers. She felt as if she knew the entire band. And she definitely wanted to get to know them better. Especially the man directly in front of her and the one behind her, who made her feel like the giddiest piece of cheese to be melted between two hot pieces of toasted bread.

  “Lindsey?” Kellen’s voice brought her out of her fantasy.

  And he knew her name. Squeeee! “Um, yeah.” She hoped her voice didn’t belay her enthusiasm to get naked. “Do you have something I can change into?” Nothing, for example.

  Owen opened a door at the end of the corridor and entered a bedroom. Lindsey followed him without hesitation. When the door closed behind her, she didn’t need to turn around to know Kellen had entered the room too. She could feel his presence behind her.

  “You were following us, weren’t you?” Owen asked.

  Her face flamed. She supposed it was pretty obvious. “My friend Vanessa and I were at the benefit concert and we ended up behind your bus. When we saw you pull over we thought maybe we could meet you.” It wasn’t a lie.

  “And how did you imagine that meeting would go?” Kellen asked. Dear lord, the man had a delicious voice. He was nice to look at too, but the mere timber of his voice was enough to separate her from her panties. She just wanted to obey him, even though he hadn’t asked her to do anything.

  “Well I didn’t think I was going to get attacked with snowballs,” she said and laughed. Her laughter died when Kellen’s hard body brushed against her from behind. Her breath stalled in her throat and her eyelids fluttered closed. Her body naturally leaned against his. He was so solid. Hard. His skin cool. And she felt the huge ridge of his arousal against her ass. Oh dear God.

  “Kelly has a thing for your type,” Owen said.

  “Yes, I do.” Kellen’s warm breath stirred a few damp strands of hair against her ear and her knees went weak.

  One of Kellen’s strong hands splayed over her belly to keep her from sliding to the floor.

  “What do you want to do to her, Kelly?”

  “I want to tie her down and eat her pussy. After I’m finished and she doesn’t think it’s possible to come another time, I want to watch you fuck her, Owen, and prove her wrong.” His hand slid up her ribcage, stopping just short of cupping her breast. “Is that what you had in mind when you followed us up the mountain, Lindsey?”

  She tried to draw in air, but she was so lightheaded, her brain wasn’t functioning correctly. Did he just say that? Or was she suffering from hypothermia in her car and hallucinating? That bulge against her ass felt real enough.

  Kellen nipped her ear and her entire body jerked. “Answer my question.”

  She opened her eyes. Owen was gnawing his bottom lip awaiting her answer.

  “No,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

  Owen scrunched his face in disappointment and then glanced over her head to look at Kellen. Kellen took a step back and Lindsey reached behind her to tug him against her again.

  “That’s far more than I bargained for,” she said, “but I want you. Both of you. To do exactly that. And more.”

  “You’re sure?” Kellen deep voice did all sorts of tingly things to her spine.

  “Yes.”

  “Once I have you tied, you won’t be able to escape.”

  Her heart thundered in her chest. What would they do to her while she was utterly defenseless? She couldn’t wait to find out. “I understand.”

  “Kellen knows what he’s doing. He’ll stop if you’re in distress,” Owen said.

  “You’ll be at my mercy,” Kellen whispered. “I’ll be able to do whatever I want to do to you.”

  She groaned.

  “Does knowing that make you afraid?” Kellen asked. “Are you trembling because you’re scared that we’ll hurt you?”

  “No,” she whispered. “I’m trembling because I’m so turned on that I’m about to come.”

  Kellen’s cool hands slid under her sweater and lifted it to expose her belly. “Make her quiver, Owen.”

  Owen bent forward to kiss and suckle and nibble on her belly. Sparks of pleasure danced across her skin. She was instantly reduced to quivering. The man had an amazing mouth.

  Lindsey’s sweater passed over her head and then Kellen’s strong hands covered her breasts. She cursed her bra, wanting his cool palms against her bare nipples. They strained against the cups of her undergarment, seeking the pleasure offered by his hands.

  A knock sounded on the door. Lindsey’s entire body jerked.

  “Hey, Kellen,” a voice with a strong Texan accent said on the opposite side of the closed door.

  “We’ll take a rain check on that hot chocolate, Tex,” Kellen said.

  “That’s not the problem. This chick out here is trying to help Shade by untying him and I think she’s somehow managed to cut off the circulation to his dick and one of his spare legs.”

  Kellen released a heavy sigh and dropped his hands. Lindsey stifled a sob of protest as his warmth faded from her back. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he said. “Owen, I want her ready for me when I get back.”

  “She’ll be ready.”

  Lindsey wasn’t sure what either of them meant but hoped making her ready involved more of Owen’s mouth on her skin.

  The door closed as Kellen left the room.

  Owen grinned at her and she couldn’t help but smile back. The man was cute and sexy and evoked a feeling of joy whenever she looked at him. She was pretty sure it wasn’t due to the Santa hat he still wore, but she was definitely feeling some Christmas cheer.

  “So what did Kellen mean about getting me ready?” Because she was already horny—her sex hot and swollen and seeping. She’d been horny since Owen had entered the stage back in the auditorium a few hours earlier. And as each member of Sole Regret had entered the stage on cue, the intensity of her desire had increased exponentially.

  “Once Kellen has a game plan, he doesn’t fuck around. He wants you naked, wet and limbered up.”

  Her jaw dropped and he laughed.

  “How flexible are you, Lindsey?” he asked.

  Kellen might be the one who seemed to be in control, but she was starting to believe that Owen was the truly wicked one.

  VI

  Kellen cringed when he saw what Shade’s little helper had done to the intricate weave of knots he and Owen had made to bind their band’s vocalist. It had been enough of a challenge to make the pattern work with the little lights getting in the way, but if a person didn’t know what they were doing when restraining or releasing a person, a lot of damage could be done to a person’s soft tissues. Luckily, Shade was more hard than soft, but there was no way Kellen would be able to undo this mess. The art of untying was almost as practiced as the precise sequence required to bind someone properly.

  “Did you make this mess?” Kellen asked the lovely black girl who was ringing her hands together and almost in tears.

  “Don’t take time to lay blame, just get me out of this,” Shade said.

  Kellen disconnected the plug from the wall. “Gabe, get me a knife. We’re going to have to cut him—”

  Before Kellen could finish the thought, the young woman launched herself across Shade’s lap and was practically hissing at Kellen to back off. He would have laughed at her attempts to protect such a big, muscular guy, if Shade wa
sn’t in danger of blood clots and tissue damage from lack of blood flow.

  “I’ll help him,” the woman insisted. “Don’t cut him.”

  “He’s not going to cut Shade,” Gabe said, with an exasperated shake of his head. “He’s going to cut the wires. Now get back, Kellen needs to see what he’s doing.”

  Gabe placed a knife in Kellen’s hand and as soon as Shade’s female savior moved out of the way, Kellen looked for the snag in Owen’s original design. He severed one cord near Shade’s left shoulder and another just beneath his sternum. The wires loosened and Shade took a relieved breath. Kellen handed the knife back to Gabe. “You could have cut him free.”

  “How was I supposed to know that?” Gabe said.

  “Aren’t you the brains of this operation?”

  “Not about stuff like that.”

  “Well, see if you can get his arms loose,” Kellen said to Gabe. He didn’t want to waste any more time out here with these guys when he had exactly what he wanted in the tour bus’s bedroom. And she was alone with his charmer of a best friend. “Just start at the last knot and work your way backwards. Think of it as a puzzle.”

  “I’m not untying him,” Gabe said. “You untie him.”

  “I’ll do it,” Lindsey’s friend offered.

  “What’s your name?” Kellen asked her.

  “Vanessa.”

  “Vanessa, do you promise you’ll be patient and not jerk on the ropes as you untie them?”

  “I promise not to jerk any ropes,” she said, “but there is something in his pants I’d like to jerk.” She burst out laughing when Kellen’s eyes opened wide in astonishment.

  “I’ll leave you to that then,” Kellen said. “He has been really cranky. Maybe blowing his load in front of a crowd will cheer him up.”

  Vanessa’s jaw dropped. Kellen decided she wasn’t used to men countering her outlandish statements with outlandish statements of their own.

  Her dark-eyed gaze flittered to the bedroom door. “You be good to my Lindsey,” she said.

  “Oh, I’ll be good to her,” Kellen promised, “but don’t be alarmed when she screams.”