The Naughty List

by Jodi Redford

  Smoothing a trembling hand over her jumpy tummy, she tried to relax as Ry parked his truck and shut off the engine.

  “Wait there. I don’t want you slipping on your way out.” Ry shoved his keys into the pocket of his leather bomber jacket before climbing from the vehicle. Pulling up his collar in defense of the cold, he hurried to her side and cracked open her door. Snowflakes clung to his glossy, midnight-black hair and his eyelashes. She couldn’t resist running her fingertip over one of the thick fringes. He blinked and grinned at her. “Let me guess. I look like Frosty.”

  Sure, if Frosty were over six feet of hard-muscled, sexy man candy.

  He slid his hands beneath her coat and stroked the sides of her breasts, making no bones over the fact he was copping a cheap feel before he anchored his palms beneath her armpits and easily lifted her from the cab. He caught her dry look, and his wicked smile widened. The sight of it was enough to bring a surge of wetness between her legs.

  Well, at least her nerves had been momentarily banished.

  Ry twined his fingers with hers, and the two of them rushed toward the beckoning front porch of Bram’s two-story Arts and Crafts style bungalow. As if he’d been anticipating their arrival, Bram flung open the door and she and Ry trooped into the entry, stomping their snow-covered boots on the waiting mat. Bram helped her from her coat. Like Ry, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands from wandering along the outer swells of her breasts. She glanced up at him and noticed the flushed state of his face. More than likely hers was equally so, but at least she could blame it on the frigid temps outside.

  Once he’d hung her coat up in the hall closet, Bram snuggled her in his arms. “I’m glad you decided to come.”

  “Ry didn’t give me much choice,” she admitted wryly.

  “Hmm, remind me to thank him later.”

  A grunt came from Ry. “I’m standing right here. You can thank me now.”

  “True, but I’m kinda busy right now.” Bending, Bram slid his mouth over hers. The contrast of his warm lips and breath against her colder flesh was startling. His heat managed to kindle her body in more ways than one. By the time he broke the kiss, her inner temperature had skyrocketed by at least one hundred degrees. They pulled apart and she peeked sideways. Ry was staring at them, his eyes dark and intense. There was no mistaking the obvious bulge tenting the fly of his jeans.

  Wow, did watching her and Bram kissing turn him on? The notion was both odd and arousing. Ry had such a strong possessive streak. She could only guess that he tended to be just as territorial when it came to his women.

  Mulling back over that last thought, she realized where her misassumption lay. She wasn’t Ry’s woman. Why would he care who kissed her? Furthermore, of course he’d be aroused witnessing the kiss between her and Bram. For Pete’s sake, the two men intended to do a hell of a lot more than that with her together.

  The reminder brought her jittery nerves back to the forefront. Despite her best efforts not to allow her mind to go there, she couldn’t help wondering what exactly they had done with the female from their previous threesome experience. Obviously they’d fucked the woman, no mystery there. She’d read enough steamy ménage books to be able to figure out at least the basics of what had gone down.

  If she were to be completely honest with herself, what terrified her most was the possibility of being a huge disappointment to Ry and Bram. Most likely that mystery woman had been exotic and sexy, the exact opposite of Lacey. Hell, maybe the female had been the one to proposition Bram and Ry. How could Lacey compete with that sort of brazen confidence?

  Yes, it was stupid to compare herself to a faceless woman from their past, but it didn’t change the fact that she was worried she’d come out lacking in retrospect. Smothering her sigh, she knelt and unzipped her boots before tugging them off. She wore thick socks, but she couldn’t help being grateful for the radiant heating Bram had installed with his parquet floors. Her toes curling in appreciation of the cozy warmth, she straightened and hugged her chest.

  “How about a glass of wine?” Bram offered, heading toward the kitchen. “I just opened a bottle.”

  A fifth of tequila was more in order, but she kept the thought to herself. She didn’t want them to assume she needed to get snockered in order to go through with this. Even though she probably did.

  Ry’s palm rubbed her tensed back, and she looked up at him. With his free arm, he gestured toward Bram, indicating that they should follow him.

  Good idea. Standing all night in the entry clearly wouldn’t get them anywhere fast. Feeling like a doofus, she allowed Ry to lead her into the kitchen. While Bram grabbed a pair of crystal stemware from the rack and a cold beer from the fridge for Ry, she scooted onto one of the leather-capped barstools fronting the enormous granite-topped center island. She’d sat on this very seat numerous times, but she’d never once experienced the level of stomach-churning anxiety that she did now.

  Where was the sexy Lacey from her fantasies? Figures the damn wench would abandon her in her time of need.

  Bram settled her wineglass in front of her, and she picked it up to take a fortifying sip. A warm, mellow glow spread through her as the Shiraz settled in her belly. The aroma of garlic and red chilies carried from a pan sizzling on the stove. She licked her lips. “Is that Kevin’s Penne Arrabiata?”

  “Yep. I’m just reheating it a bit. It’ll be ready in a sec.”

  Both Bram and Ry knew the dish was her absolute favorite. It was just one of the countless insider scoops they had on her. Knowing they’d deliberately chosen her most beloved comfort food settled her nerves and her stomach. These two men practically knew her better than she knew herself. They’d been there for her through some of the toughest times in her life. If there was anyone she trusted to embark on a sexual discovery with, it was them.

  This would work. She’d make damn sure of it. Gulping another sip of wine, she silently armored her determination. Her fingers no longer displaying the trembling she’d suffered moments ago, she pushed the glass closer to the middle of the island and turned toward Ry. He smiled at her in the adorable way that always made his eyes crinkle at the corners. Leaning forward, she crushed her mouth over his, earning his harsh intake of breath. His surprise didn’t last long though. Groaning, he tangled a hand in her hair, slanting her head as his tongue delved past her lips.

  He kissed her like he was giving a demonstration of how he intended to make love to her—hot, deep and consuming. His other hand moved to her breast and caressed it through her clothing. A frustrated growl rumbled from him, and he reached for the hem of her sweater and tugged it upward. He broke their kiss and guided her arms over her head. She realized what he intended to do. Rather than protest, she allowed him to remove her sweater and toss it on the stool behind him.

  His gaze raked her torso, lingering on the plumped cleavage peeking above the silk cups of her pink demi bra. Without saying a word, he unhooked the front closure. The weight of her breasts pushed the bra open slightly. Running his fingers beneath the straps, Ry eased them down her shoulders, forcing the garment to separate from her flesh in agonizingly slow increments. His Adam’s apple bobbed, a sure sign that his lazy, tormenting movements affected him just as much as her. The edges of the silk caught on her nipples, the teasing rasp springing a moan past her lips.

  Finally the fabric released her from its taunting hold, completely baring her to Ry’s heated gaze. “Christ, you’re fucking beautiful.”

  A soft scuff sounded to the left, and she turned her head to see Bram standing beside her. She’d been so ensnared in Ry’s focus she hadn’t heard Bram approach until then. Like Ry, he was staring at her with a dark, ravenous hunger. “He’s right, Lace. Your breasts are gorgeous. Absolutely perfect.”

  She’d always worried they were too big, especially in the sense that they’d sag and not exactly be perky the older she got. But judging from Bram’s and Ry’s enamored expressions, saggy boobs were the last concern on their minds. As if to verif
y her assumption, Ry cupped her breast, her flesh overflowing his palm. His thumb flicked over her puckered nipple, and she gasped, a pleasurable shiver coursing along her spine. His pupils dilated, making his eyes look dark and sexy as sin. Massaging her breast, he leaned down and traced her areola with the tip of his tongue before kissing the pebbled nub. Her breath hitched and her head fell back, her eyes sliding shut. They flew open a second later when Bram’s mouth closed around her other nipple.

  They were both licking and sucking her breasts. Oh God. She’d fantasized about this very thing thousands of times yet nothing could compare to the mind-blowing reality of it. The pleasure was so intense, she worried she might pass out from it. Her fingers sifted through Ry’s and Bram’s hair, holding them close. Although they were equally devoted to worshipping her breasts, their style and technique came with differences. Intriguing, exciting differences that only fueled her arousal to a fever pitch. Bram’s focus was strictly concentrated on her nipple, alternating between teasing flicks of his tongue and long, luscious suckling. Ry, on the other hand, occasionally licked and teased her entire breast, even using his teeth and the scruff of his days-old beard to amp up his sensual onslaught.

  Just as she thought she’d go crazy from the pleasurable overload they were inflicting on her, a shrill buzzing filled the air. She jolted at the unexpected noise.

  Bram released her and groaned. “Sorry. I forgot I set the timer.” His expression apologetic, he abandoned her to go take care of things on the stove.

  Ry’s mouth reluctantly left her breast and slid along the slope of her neck before brushing over her lips. “Do you have any idea how delicious you are?”

  “Even better than Kevin’s Penne Arrabiata?” she couldn’t help asking with a grin.

  “A million times tastier.” He snagged her bottom lip between his teeth and gave it a good nibble before letting her go and glancing down at her bared breasts with unabashed appreciation. “Look at you. Damn, you should be topless all the time.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that’d go over great at work.” Leaning past him, she attempted to grab her sweater, but Ry used his foot to kick the stool out of her reach. She frowned. “I need that.”

  “Why?”

  She shoved her arms over her chest. “I am not going to eat with my boobs hanging out like this, Ryan Hollister.”

  A chuckle came from Bram. “Ooh, she called you by your full name. You’re in trouble now, bud.”

  Ry didn’t look the least bit worried. “I’m only trying to save her from slopping on her sweater. You’d think she’d appreciate my ingenuity.”

  “Puh-lease. We all know who’s the messier eater here.” She offered Ry a pointed stare.

  “Can I help it if I enjoy savoring my meals?” His smile was slow and sexy, leaving her with little doubt that he was imagining her as his next main course. “Still, no one is going to accuse me of not playing fair.” He hefted from his seat and tugged his ribbed Henley over his head. His biceps flexing, he dropped the garment on top of her sweater.

  A herd of rhinos could have trooped through the kitchen and it wouldn’t have distracted her from ogling Ry’s sculpted pecs and six pack. She didn’t know many men who possessed bodies capable of making a woman orgasm just by staring at them. Somehow she had the great fortune to be within breathing distance of two such individuals.

  The overhead track lighting cast a golden glow across Ry’s chest, beckoning her. Giving in to the urge that’d tormented her for as long as she could remember, she hopped to her feet and ran her fingertips along his torso. A moan tumbled from him. She imagined that same sound tearing from him while he rode her hard, his balls slapping against her wet flesh. Her clit throbbed. Her hands venturing along his abdomen, she ducked her head and sucked the flat nub of his nipple into her mouth.

  “Jesus.” Ry’s warm, velvety skin quivered beneath her touch, filling her with a wanton glee over affecting him like this. It was a heady realization.

  The clatter of plates close by announced that Bram had rejoined them. “Damn. When’s my turn?”

  She stopped licking and sucking Ry for a moment and glanced at Bram. “You still have your shirt on.”

  “Hell, not for long.” Reaching behind him with one hand, Bram yanked his crewneck off in one fell swoop. She would have laughed, but the sight of his outrageously gorgeous chest turned her mouth dry as sand. Crooking one finger, she invited him closer. She scooted aside and directed Bram to stand next to Ry. With the two men shoulder to shoulder, there was no denying the pure, masculine beauty of their hard, fit bodies.

  I must have earned mega karma points somewhere to deserve this bounty. Barely caging her hungry groan, she smoothed her palms across both of their broad chests before swirling her tongue over Bram’s nipple. His breath caught in his throat. Just as she’d discovered with their oral techniques, Bram and Ry also came with uniquely different tastes. While Ry was all forest and musk, Bram’s skin held a slight citrusy tang, as if he consisted of the sun itself. They were both scrumptious beyond words.

  She alternated her licks and nibbles between them, making sure neither was shortchanged. At some point their hands returned to her breasts, massaging and caressing her until she was gasping and leaning on them for support. Someone’s palm cupped her between her legs and she trembled. The teasing pressure of the fingers riding against her pussy tantalized, but they weren’t nearly enough. Particularly with two layers of fabric separating her from their touch.

  As if he intuited her frustration, Ry pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss along her temple. He stroked her cheek, his mouth moving toward her ear. “Show us how to please you, baby.”

  “Y-you are.”

  “No. Not enough.” Ry removed his hand from her pussy and worked her zipper down before hunkering in front of her. He eased her slacks past her hips and coaxed her to step out of them when they pooled around her ankles. His mouth nuzzled her tummy before he circled the outer rim of her bellybutton with his tongue.

  She squirmed and dug her fingers into his thick, soft hair. “Please.”

  He looked up at her. “Please what?”

  “I don’t know. Anything. Just kiss and lick me.”

  “You can do better than that, Lace. Give me specifics.”

  Her skin flushed at his words and the heat in his eyes. It was crazy how much her fantasy version of Ry matched up with the real man. “I—I don’t know if I can.”

  “Yes, you do.” He glanced at Bram. Once again, some form of unspoken communication must have passed between them because Bram cleared the pair of nearby stools away from the island and pushed the plates of pasta out of reach. She wasn’t certain why he did that, until Ry lifted her into his arms and settled her onto the counter. His thumbs tucked into the elastic of her thong and dragged it down her legs. Her butt absorbed the granite’s chill, but she barely registered it as Ry and Bram stared at her glistening folds. Ry’s fist tightened on her thong, his jaw tense. She shifted her attention to Bram and snagged his gaze. He licked his lips, and she inched her thighs wider apart, hoping to tempt him into action.

  A husky chuckle came from Ry. “Nice try, baby. But you’re not getting out of this that easy.”

  She blinked at him. “Get out of what?”

  “Checking off item number two.”

  It took a moment to remember her reason for being there. The list. She racked her brain, trying to recall what number two entailed.

  “You’re gonna play with your sweet pussy for us, Lace,” Bram said, apparently taking pity on her memory lapse.

  “What?” She slashed her gaze between the two of them. “But…I thought you wanted to do it for me.”

  “Believe me, we will. But first you’re going to show us exactly how you like to be touched. How you make yourself come.” Almost as if he were unconscious of what he was doing, Ry bunched her thong in his fist and pressed the silk to his nose. His eyes closed as a rapturous groan rumbled from his chest.

  She stared at hi
m, her heart missing a beat. Okay, how the hell had she guessed that right?

  Ry opened his eyes again, revealing the fierce fire kindled within their depths. “This is your chance to teach us how to please you. Trust me, this is a good thing.”

  She bit her lip and let his words sink in. What he was suggesting actually made a lot of sense, and truthfully, she was grateful that he and Bram cared about ensuring her pleasure. She didn’t have much previous experience with men who weren’t looking for a fast way to get their rocks off. It made her want to discover all the ways that she could please Ry and Bram too. “I’ll do it. But only if you show me how you like to be touched.”

  Quiet laughter fell from Ry and Bram. They glanced at each other before offering her matching grins.

  “What?” she demanded.

  “Darlin’, you don’t hafta worry about that,” Bram said with a shake of his head. “Our anatomy isn’t quite as complex as yours. You’ll probably only have to look at our dicks to make them blow.”

  She wasn’t ready to take them entirely on their word. “Strip. Now.”

  More chuckles came from the guys. “Damn, Lace. Where’d this bossy side of you come from?” Bram thumbed the top button open on his jeans and rasped his zipper down. His smile stretched wide, giving her a nice flash of his teeth. “I like it.”

  She planted her palms on the counter and leaned back as Bram and Ry kicked free of their jeans. Mouthwatering as their strong, muscular calves and thighs were, it was the startlingly huge erections snugged within their white briefs that held her rapt attention. Her hand trailed between her legs and her fingertips skimmed through her slick wetness. She didn’t even realize what she was doing until Ry’s and Bram’s groans broke through her concentration. She jerked her focus upward and noticed their unblinking gazes were glued to the motions of her fingers. Her hand halted.

  “Don’t stop,” Ry admonished, his voice strained.