by Jodi Redford
She only wished she could get a similar respite from the worried doubts brewing in her head.
Chapter Eleven
“If there was one thing I’d hoped to never see in my lifetime, it was Santa in a Speedo.” Grimacing, Lacey turned away from the spectacle of the white-haired, potbellied patron gyrating on the dance floor in the tight red spandex swimsuit. This was one of the pitfalls of hosting a beach-themed party during the Christmas season. “Would someone please go get a towel for that guy?”
“I’m on it, boss.” Dwayne, one of the busboys, hurried in the direction of the giant umbrella in the corner. Thank God they’d decided to use beach towels in the display.
Bram stepped out of his and Ry’s office and slung his arm around her shoulder. “Wow, look at Santa shaking his Rudolph.”
She stifled a groan. “Way to ruin my favorite reindeer for me.”
“I try, darlin’. I try.”
She glanced toward the closed door behind them. “Is Ry still on the phone with his uncle?”
“Yeah. He’s attempting to wrap it up, but it might be a while.”
Holidays were tough for Charlie Hollister since he’d lost his wife on Christmas Day ten years ago. She knew that Ry felt incredibly guilty not being able to spend more time with his uncle, despite knowing that his cousins were there to watch over Charlie day and night and ensure that the depression didn’t result in him holing up in his house. “He’s a good nephew.”
“I was thinking of suggesting the three of us pop in on Charlie sometime before Christmas Day. That’s if you don’t mind.”
She squeezed Bram’s hand. “That’s a wonderful idea. Count me in.”
Bram stared at her for a long moment without saying anything. Unsettled by the intensity in his eyes, she nibbled her lip. “What is it? Do I have something stuck in my teeth?” Damn spinach salad.
“No.” He glanced toward the bar before lowering his voice. “You have no idea how damn much I want to kiss you right now.”
“Oh.” Her gaze slipped to Bram’s lips, and she imagined their firm pressure upon hers, the coaxing glide of his tongue.
“Christ, Lace. If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna want to do a lot more than kiss you. Right here with everyone watching.”
She took a shuddering breath before refocusing on the revelers partying on the dance floor. Bram’s fingers trailed down her spine and lingered near her tailbone, dangerously close to dipping into the crease of her ass. “Come home with us tonight. We can relax in the hot tub. Drink some wine. Fall in bed together and fuck like rabbits.”
She gave a shaky laugh. “You really know how to tempt a gal.”
“Is that a yes?”
She nodded. “But only because I’m dying to soak in the hot tub.”
His grin let her know that she didn’t have him fooled.
Three hours later, Bram’s tongue was inside her mouth, delivering the lush, blistering kiss he’d enticed her with back at the Dockside. Meanwhile, Ry’s tongue was swirling over her clit. They hadn’t even made it out of the entryway of Bram’s house. Gasping, she dug her fingers into Bram’s shoulders, holding on for dear life as a fierce, unexpected orgasm swept her up in its riptide. She cried out, her thighs reflexively clamping around Ry’s head. He groaned, each tug of his lips, teeth and tongue extending the beating pulse of her climax until she thought she’d pass out from the overwhelming pleasure of it.
Weak and incredibly sated, she slumped back on the rug with a satisfied sigh. “That. Was. Amazing.”
Ry and Bram both chuckled and stroked her arms and legs. Bram nuzzled her neck, his teeth nipping her lightly. “Does this mean you’re not mad about having to wait an extra few minutes for the hot tub?”
“Keep giving me orgasms like that and I’ll never be mad again. About anything.”
“Deal,” Bram and Ry said in unison. While Bram went to get the hot tub ready, Ry stretched over her and claimed her mouth. She could taste herself on his tongue. The reminder of what he’d been doing to her seconds ago triggered a renewed spiral of desire. She twined her arms around him, holding him close. The familiar emotional rush seized her, making her tremble.
Ry lifted his head and looked at her. His fingertips traced her cheek. “Thank you.”
She giggled. “Um, shouldn’t I be the one saying that right now?”
He rubbed his nose over hers, his rumbling laugh vibrating beneath her hands. “I was referring to you coming over tonight.”
She ruffled her fingers through the ends of his hair, and he closed his eyes, his contented moan leaking free. The lines of fatigue furrowed in his forehead softened. “That feels good. I love the way you touch me.”
“I love touching you.” She gently raked her nails down the nape of his neck, making him shiver. Something squeezed around her heart, the constriction both sweet and terrifying.
This was about sex. Nothing more.
“Hey, you guys coming?” Bram called from the back of the house.
Grateful for the much-needed distraction from the emotion cramping her chest, Lacey let Ry help her to her feet. Twining their fingers together, he walked with her to the rear deck, where a dense cloud of steam rose from the bubbling hot tub recessed in the teak decking. A buck-naked Bram was busy shoveling a path through the freshly fallen snow. Fortunately a tall privacy fence blocked his neighbors’ view of his backyard.
She shook her head in amused disbelief. “He’s freaking nuts.”
Ry snorted. “You’re just now figuring that out?” He quickly shucked his own clothes and took her hand again. “Ready to make a dash for it?”
Considering it had to be no more than twenty degrees out, a leisurely pace was out of the question. Steeling herself, she nodded. Ry shoved open the door and swept her up into his arms, gallantly saving her feet from the snow-packed deck. The brisk chill that instantly enveloped her still made her teeth chatter. Not dilly-dallying, Ry hoofed it down the cleared path and lowered her into the swirling depths of the hot tub before hopping in after her. His blissful groan echoed hers. “Damn, I’m never getting out of this thing.”
She sank deeper into the tub, letting the hot, muscle-relaxing water ease away her cares. After stacking some towels on the nearby stand, Bram climbed into the tub with them. She moved over into the molded seat, making room for him, and ended up positioned squarely in front of one of the jets. A constant stream of air bubbles bobbed between her legs. The sensation acted like a sensual powder keg to her already over-primed body. She bit back a moan and wiggled, but that only seemed to make things worse. Sexy chuckles floated from Ry and Bram, hinting that they knew precisely the torment she was going through.
A second later, Bram’s hand brushed along her thigh. “What’s the matter, darlin’? Bubbles feeling a little too good?” His fingers combed through the curls covering her mound before teasing over her clit. Unable to help it, she arched into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. Bram’s mouth closed around the sensitive juncture where her jaw and neck met, the lazy motion of his fingers never losing their persuasive rhythm. Her toes curled and her body bucked under the unrelenting wave of the orgasm that slammed into her.
Bram wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her through the ceaseless quakes. Dimly she heard splashing. She dragged her eyes open to see Ry fumbling through the pile of towels. A second later he held up his prize—a condom packet. His dark, determined gaze locked with hers, he ripped the foil open with his teeth and made short work of sheathing his breath-stealing erection. He plowed through the water toward them and stooped to plunder her mouth, his tongue thrusting inside in an assertive glide that made her pussy clench. All she could think about was being impaled on his cock, losing herself to the ecstasy it could deliver.
As if he’d read her mind, Ry broke the kiss and nipped her earlobe with a growl. “I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, you’re going to be feeling me for the next week.”
His h
usky promise coaxed a renewed flurry of tremors through her body. She wrapped her legs around him, but he surprised her by unhooking them from his hips and lifting her from the seat. His purpose became clear when he faced her away from him and toward Bram, who had hefted himself onto the edge of the hot tub. Steamy rivulets of water streamed down Bram’s abdomen and matted the trim patch of hair nestled at the base of his straining cock. She took one look at his glistening shaft and began salivating. With a hungry groan, she leaned forward and engulfed him in one downstroke of her mouth. The muscles in Bram’s six pack became even more defined as they tensed. He gripped the ledge of the tub, his knuckles whitening.
Ry widened her stance before positioning his cock against her slit. “Put your arms around him, baby. You need something to hold on to because I’m going to fuck you hard.”
She moaned, the sound muffled by Bram’s cock. Dutifully she obeyed Ry’s command. No sooner did she grasp Bram’s waist when Ry slammed into her, sinking to the hilt in one powerful thrust. His pistoning hips pinned her to the side of the hot tub, aligning her pussy with the pulsating jet. The intense vibrations beating against her clit combined with the thick, rock-hard shaft hammering into her slick flesh hurtled her into a place where coherent thought no longer existed. Her world narrowed down to the two cocks claiming total possession of her. In this moment, she no longer owned her body. They did.
Sucking Bram deeper, she looked up to find him watching the motions of her mouth. Moonlight silvered his eyes, making him appear mysterious. And incredibly sexy. She swallowed, working him with her throat muscles. He tipped his head back, the cords in his neck straining. The need to make him come was overwhelming. She wanted to see the pleasure washing over his face while his seed spurted down her throat. The desperate desire to feel and hear Ry lost in his own orgasm was no less consuming.
Releasing one arm from Bram’s waist, she cupped his balls, massaging them softly as she bobbed her head faster. His thighs tensed, a ragged groan tearing from him. She lifted her hips slightly, knowing Ry would now feel the full force of the jets. His thrusts faltered before doubling in intensity. She sobbed around Bram’s cock, struggling to defeat the insistent ripples luring her toward climax. Ry fucked her harder, deeper, his silent demand louder than words. They wouldn’t come without her falling into the abyss first.
She gave herself over to the orgasm, giving it full rein to shatter through her and break her into a million pieces. Her reward was Ry and Bram’s echoing shouts of ecstasy as their cocks emptied inside her. Her glow of completion cocooned her in a comforting haze of contentment.
Sex this amazing didn’t have a damn thing to do with love. It was all based on body chemistry. And two men who knew every trick in the book to get her off, and weren’t afraid to use them. But even as Ry scooped her from the water and passed her into Bram’s outstretched arms, Jana’s accusing tone ghosted through Lacey’s mind.
I think you’re fooling yourself.
Chapter Twelve
Joy and happiness bubbled inside Bram as he soaped Lacey’s back while Ry took care of her front. Their fingers met between her legs and she moaned.
“Do you two ever get tired of sex?”
Bram chuckled. “Don’t count on it. At least not when it comes to you, darlin’.” He couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than spend the rest of his days loving her every way he could.
“Well as much as I hate to say no to a potential orgasm, I promised your sister we’d swing by Wicked Delights this morning and pick up her contribution to our toy drive before heading out to cut down your Christmas tree.”
A wicked devil riding his shoulder, Bram smacked her left butt cheek, making her squeal. He grinned. “Excellent idea. Ry and I can buy you a toy while we’re at it.”
She snorted. “Why do I get the feeling mine won’t be a teddy bear?”
The three of them took turns rinsing beneath the spray before stepping from the shower and toweling off. He and Ry tried their damnedest to coax Lacey into a little hanky-panky instead of getting dressed right away, but her determination to arrive at Jana’s within the hour wouldn’t be thwarted. So with his cock throbbing like a motherfucker, he climbed into the backseat of Ry’s F250 and buckled up.
The drive to Wicked Delights went by fast, mostly because Ry and Lacey insisted on teasing him the whole way about his long-standing tradition of waiting till the last minute to get his tree. He held up his hands in defense. “Hey, when you’re able to get a seven-foot blue spruce for less than twenty bucks, then you can mock.”
“Hmm, would it have to be one that actually holds its needles for longer than a day?” Lacey shot back as she reached for her door handle.
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
Ry pocketed his keys. “Nope.”
They all climbed out and made their way to the shop. Jana looked up from the selection of sheer teddies she was folding as they stepped inside. “Oh good. I wasn’t sure you’d remember.” She hurried toward the stockroom, presumably to grab her donation for the toy drive.
Bram strode to the display his sister had been arranging and picked up one of the flimsy negligees. His brows waggled as he held it against the front of Lacey’s coat. “Hell, you might be getting a teddy after all.”
She rolled her eyes. Despite her refusal to laugh at his incredibly brilliant joke, he searched through the lingerie for the right size. The pink mesh would look and feel incredible against her skin. He was already getting hard thinking about her modeling it. Jana returned to the register with a large, gift-wrapped package. Lacey started to head in that direction, but he tucked her hand in his and swung her around, leading her toward the section of the shop that carried the more risqué items. Ry had beaten them to the aisle, and judging from the collection of goodies stacked in his arms, he’d been making good use of his time.
Lacey’s eyes widened. “What’d you do? Pick out one of everything?”
Ry grinned. “Just trying to support Jana’s business.” His gaze fell on the teddy in Bram’s hand. “Mm, nice. You should try it on.”
Bram cleared his throat. “Thanks, but I’ve been told pink isn’t my color.”
“Smartass.” Ry snatched the lingerie from him and handed it to Lacey before steering her toward the fitting rooms. He and Bram piled into the cramped space with her, earning another of her exasperated eye rolls.
“You both could have waited outside, you know.”
Bram sat on the edge of the provided bench. Crossing his booted feet in front of him, he leaned back against the wall. “Sure, but where’s the fun in that?”
His pronouncement became confirmed when Ry began undressing Lacey in the sexiest strip show Bram ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Day-um. Just seeing Ry’s hands trailing over Lacey’s creamy skin was enough to get his blood pumping. Bram reached for his fly and adjusted himself.
Ry’s palm glided along the inner curve of her calf as she stepped into the teddy. With tormentingly slow movements, he inched the garment into place. As Bram had suspected, the peek-a-boo mesh looked fucking incredible on her. His breath hissed between his teeth. “Jesus.”
A hint of worry clouded Lacey’s eyes. “What? Do I look ridiculous?”
Bram gave his head a fierce shake. “Hell no. You look more delicious than cotton candy.” He licked his lips, already picturing her melting on his tongue.
Ry scooted back on his heels, his expression hinting that he shared a similar mental image as Bram. He reached around Lacey and grabbed one of the goodies he’d brought along with him before digging into his jacket pocket and pulling out the Swiss Army knife he always carried on his person.
Lacey eyed the knife warily. “Uh, should I be worried right now?”
“I’ll leave that for you to decide.” His eyes flashing with devilment, Ry cut through the outer packaging of the small bullet vibrator.
Lacey frowned. “I don’t think Jana’s going to appreciate you opening the merch
andise before you purchase it.”
“I’ve got over two hundred dollars worth of stuff here. Trust me, she won’t complain.” Ry eased aside the crotch of the teddy. When Lacey caught on to his intention, she tried to clamp her thighs shut. Chuckling, he wedged his other arm between her legs, effectively hindering her attempt. He ducked his head and kissed her sweet spot. Lacey bit her lip and trembled. Her quivering turned into a shake when Ry began tonguing her slit. It took all the willpower Bram possessed not to free his cock and begin stroking it. Giving her clit a final lick, Ry slipped the vibrator into her pussy. Humming in approval, he tugged the teddy back in place and patted Lacey’s mound before snagging her jeans from the floor.
“Ry…”
“Hm, baby?”
She gaped at him. “Surely you don’t expect me to go out like this?”
“That’s precisely what I plan.” Ignoring her grumbles, Ry helped her get dressed. While she stalked slightly bowlegged from the fitting room, Ry held up the wireless remote for the vibrator. “Remind me to buy batteries from Jana.”
Bram bit back a laughing groan. Fuck, this was going to be the best—and hardest—morning of his life.
They joined Lacey at the register, and Jana sized up the purchases Ry dumped in front of her, obvious dollar signs tumbling around in her head. Bram noticed that his sister’s lips quirked as she took in the opened bullet vibrator package, but surprisingly she kept her sassy mouth shut. “Will this complete your order?”
“No, I’m also wearing one of those.” Her cheeks pinker than the teddy under her clothes, Lacey pointed toward the display Bram had swiped the garment from.
“All righty then.” Jana’s eyes twitching from the effort of holding in her mirth, she rang up the sale.
Bram tried to pass his share of the moolah to Jana, but Ry scooped up the cash and tucked it back in Bram’s palm. Ry’s mouth curled at one corner. “I believe an arsenal of vibrators trumps your turtle charm. Better luck next Christmas.”
