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

by Marie Carnay

  Walker’s pants tangled around his ankles, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t stop. Not when Bree was shimmying off her panties and guiding his hips toward hers. Damn. So needy and ready for him. All they’d done was kiss, but she dragged him closer, her hand easing between their bodies to stroke his thick shaft.

  With a hiss, Walker held himself back, all the while Bree stroked and worked his cock. “I don’t have a condom.” He forced the words out between ragged breaths, holding off his release as Bree pumped her fist.

  “I’m on the pill. And tested.”

  He held himself above her, waiting until she looked him in the eye. “I am too.”

  Bree’s mouth fell open and her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip. “Then what are you waiting for?”

  Fuck. She angled her hips and spread her legs and Walker couldn’t fight it. His cock sunk inside her and Bree’s tight walls gripped him in their warmth, drawing him in and making him groan.

  Nothing came between them in that moment: not the city down below, not Bree’s life hundreds of miles away, not his brother. They were skin-to-skin and closer than Walker ever dreamed possible.

  He pulled back and thrust, Bree’s pussy taking him all as his hips hit hers. Oh, yes. Walker reached for Bree’s legs, grabbing each behind the knee to push them into her chest. With her pinned beneath him and her legs pointing toward the sky, Walker let go.

  Pumping with abandon, he fucked her, driving her into the sleeping bag beneath her, skidding them both up the mountainside with every thrust. Bree cried out, her slick walls clinging to him as he stroked the spot inside her that turned her wild.

  She clawed at his shoulders, thrashed her head back and forth, cried out with every thrust.

  Walker tensed, his shaft turning to steel as his orgasm hit. Bree arched her back as he came inside her. The first pump of his release brought her over the edge, an orgasm flooding her body a handful of seconds after his own. Her muscles clenched, drawing him deep, milking every last drop from his dick as Walker collapsed.

  His forehead rested on the sleeping bag beside Bree’s head as her legs slid down to land on the ground.

  She smiled against his cheek. “Good morning, Walker.”

  He nuzzled her back. “Good morning, Bree.”

  Chapter 11

  WYATT

  The wine sat in a row on the bar top, an entire party’s worth of merlot and cabernet. Some came from halfway around the world, some spent their alcoholic lives aging in old whiskey barrels. One even grew up on vines just outside the city—a desert wine in a sea of gaudy drinks and gambling.

  Wyatt knew he’d screwed up with Bree. Instead of going after what he wanted, he’d let old insecurities and past fights cloud his vision. Not anymore.

  As soon as Walker told him about their night in the mountains, Wyatt knew this was his last chance. If he wanted Bree to see that they could both be man enough for her, then he needed to show her, Wyatt-style.

  There wasn’t a camp stove or a backpack in sight. No, Wyatt had never been much for the great outdoors. He preferred his beds covered in Egyptian cotton and his feet tucked into a pair of leather loafers.

  For all that Walker claimed she loved the excursion, Wyatt remembered how Bree enjoyed a fancy dinner and some pampering back in college. He checked his watch. She should be there any minute.

  Thank God for running a party business. It meant high-end appetizers and dinner already prepared and waiting, quality wines at the ready whenever he needed them, and a private suite in one of the best hotels to show it all off.

  A knock sounded on the suite’s door and Wyatt smoothed his button-down. This is it. He strode to the door and pulled it open.

  Gorgeous didn’t do her justice. With her brown hair piled up on her head in loose curls and a body-skimming dress in deep green, Bree had outdone herself. “You’re stunning.” Wyatt leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Come in.”

  “Thanks.” Bree eased past him and waited as he shut the door. Her fingers clutched a small handbag in front of her and she rocked back and forth on a pair of sparkly, silver heels.

  “Don’t be nervous. It’s just us.” He smiled and led her into the dining room of the suite where the food and wine waited. “I had everything delivered so we could relax. Not a waiter in sight.”

  She tucked a bit of hair behind her ear and glanced around. “You didn’t have to go to all of this trouble for me, Wyatt.”

  “It’s no trouble. And I wanted to.” He picked up the closest bottle of wine. “Any preference?”

  “Anything as long as it’s alcoholic.”

  BREE

  First Walker and then Wyatt. She knew both Daniels brothers were doing their best to woo her, but she marveled at the differences between them.

  One would rather tramp over rocks and boulders and navigate scrub brush and sweat through his shirt, while the other sat at a candlelit table, pouring wine Bree had never heard of. Had they always been this way? Or did the years after college change them?

  Wyatt handed her a glass and Bree took a sip of wine without delay. Mmm. It slipped down her throat in a full-bodied rush and Bree smiled. Both Daniels brothers knew how to get straight to her heart. Stunning sunrises and perfect glasses of wine.

  “Like it?” Wyatt leaned closer, his forearms coming to rest on the white tablecloth. The flickering glow from the candles turned his eyes almost green.

  Bree nodded. “It’s delicious.”

  “I aim to please.”

  “Is that how you’ve made your business so successful?”

  Wyatt nodded. “We strive to give our clients what they ask for within budget.”

  “How do you like working with Walker?”

  Wyatt paused. “No complaints. He handles all the catering and music. I take care of the venue and bar set up. We both work on client development and marketing.”

  “Sounds like more than a full-time gig.”

  He shrugged. “It keeps us busy, but we’ve got a full staff as well.” Wyatt sipped his wine. “Between the two of us, we’d always have enough time for you, Bree.”

  Her cheeks flamed. The thought of dating both Daniels brothers still embarrassed the hell out of her. It shouldn’t; she’d gotten used to Willa and her soon-to-be husbands, but she’d never thought it would happen to her. “Is that how it would work? You two would just trade off?”

  Wyatt’s mouth quirked into a lopsided grin. “Not all the time.”

  God. If he kept it up, her entire face would match the wine swirling around in her glass. “You’re incorrigible.”

  “I try.”

  Bree drained the rest of her glass and held it out. “Let’s try bottle number two.” If Wyatt wasn’t going to back down, then she needed to drink. A lot.

  Wyatt picked up the second bottle and poured her a glass. It didn’t take long for it to disappear.

  As the evening wore on, they laughed and talked and drank until warmth coursed through Bree’s veins and she couldn’t remember why she’d been so nervous. The years had only made Wyatt better.

  Faint wrinkles at his eyes hinted at late hours and dedication to his job, and his outlook on dating and romance spoke of countless failed relationships and a healthy dose of skepticism. Even his laugh had changed.

  Gone was the immature boy she knew in college. In his place was a man she could stay up all night with; just like his brother.

  Bree set her glass on the table and stood up. “We’ve been here for hours and we haven’t checked out the view.”

  Wyatt stood up and motioned toward the windows. “After you.”

  Floor-to-ceiling glass stretched across the far wall and Bree leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the busy street twenty floors below. The windowpane cooled her fingertips as she steadied herself against it, and Bree smiled. “I never go anywhere with views like this in LA.”

  Wyatt’s chest brushed across her back as he came up behind her. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights.”

  “N
o. I just never have the chance.”

  His cheek scraped across her ear, the stubble of his beard rough and prickly. “That would change if you moved here.”

  “To Vegas?” Bree tried to turn, but Wyatt crowded closer, pinning her against the glass.

  “I want you to stay, Bree. Walker wants you to stay.”

  “I— I—” With his body so near, she couldn’t think straight. His lips grazed her cheek and Bree struggled to keep it together. Her heart picked up speed, thudding against her chest as Wyatt ran his fingers up her hip and across her middle.

  He pulled her back toward him, his cock hard and thick as it wedged between the curves of her ass. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.”

  Wyatt’s fingers danced across her waist before snaking up to cup her breast. One swipe of his thumb across her nipple and Bree’s lips fell open. Her breath fogged the glass and she couldn’t see anything. Gone were the lights of Las Vegas, and the night sky above.

  Wyatt was the only thing left. His body, his hands, his lips as they kissed her bare neck. Damn if he wasn’t perfect for her.

  “Tell me you’ll think about it. Tell me you’ll give us a chance.” He stroked her through her dress, adding his second hand to cup and massage and tweak both breasts as she panted.

  “O…kay. I’ll think about it?” Her voice ticked up on the last word, lilting her response into her question.

  “Are you asking permission?” Wyatt pinched her nipples and Bree trembled. “The only thing you should be asking for is my cock deep inside you.”

  Bree groaned, her trembles turning into shakes as Wyatt reached for the hem of her dress. He hiked it up, fingers hot and coarse against her thighs. Bree stuck her ass out, begging for his touch, his cock, anything. She wanted him just like he’d said. Rough and deep.

  Wyatt tore at her panties, shoving them to the side as his fingers spread her slick folds. “You’re soaked for me, Bree. Feel how bad you want me. How much you need me.” He smeared her desire all over, up her mound and down her thighs, even up the crack of her ass.

  His fingers lingered, rubbing a tight circle around her puckered hole. “Have you ever let a man take you here?” He pressed against the tight ring, one finger breaching past her muscles to slip inside.

  Bree shook her head.

  Wyatt eased his finger deeper. She didn’t want to like it, but she did. Her clit throbbed with need as he pumped his hand. “Then I can’t wait to be your first.”

  His hand slipped free and Bree cried out.

  “But tonight, all I want is your pussy. Palm the glass, Bree. Right now.”

  She did as she was told, hands flat against the window as Wyatt unzipped his pants. She heard foil tear, but she shook her head. “No. I want you bare, Wyatt. No condoms.”

  He stilled. “Are you sure?”

  “Very. I want to feel it when you come.”

  He groaned and threw the condom to the floor. “Then that’s exactly what you’ll get.”

  Before she could take another breath, Wyatt gripped her hips in his hands, dragging her ass back before flipping her dress up. He grabbed her panties, yanking them down so hard the lace ripped, but Bree didn’t care. She needed him this way: raw and wild and uncontrolled. The man she’d dreamt about for years and never had until the other night.

  Wyatt and Walker were everything she’d wanted and never admitted to herself.

  With one hand on her hips and one on the small of her back, Wyatt claimed her. His cock sliced through her slick heat and he bottomed out so deep inside her, she gasped.

  “Christ. I’m never going to last.” Wyatt fucked her hard, bouncing her hands up the window with every stroke. Pleasure built inside her like lightning in a bottle, violent and desperate to escape.

  He sensed her struggle and picked up speed, pounding into her from behind as one hand snaked around her hip to shove between her legs. As the second his finger found her clit, Bree came. Her muscles clenched, her back arched, and Wyatt came with her. His cock pulsed with his release and Bree groaned in satisfaction.

  The Daniels brothers had wrecked her for anyone else.

  Chapter 12

  BREE

  The blown glass ornament sparkled as Bree nestled it among the multi-colored lights and tree branches. “I think you went a little overboard, Willa. There are enough ornaments left for a whole other tree.”

  “Pfft. Nonsense. I see a spot right there.” Willa pointed at a tiny gap between ornaments. “This little one will fit.”

  “It’s not a pavé bracelet. Don’t you want some tree branches to show?”

  Her best friend quirked her head to the side as she focused on the tree. “Maybe one or two?”

  Bree laughed. It really was the most wonderful time of the year. She hung the tiny glass ornament in the spot Willa pointed out before reaching for another. Ever since she’d run into Wyatt at the boutique Christmas party, she’d been swept up by the Daniels brothers.

  Apart from helping with wedding planning, she’d barely seen Willa at all. If she wasn’t out backpacking with Walker, she was catching a show or going out to dinner with Wyatt. It had been the best two weeks of her life, but she could barely keep her eyes open.

  She didn’t know how Willa did it. Dating two men was overwhelming, but it never seemed to faze her best friend. “How do you keep up with Hank and Trenton?”

  “What do you mean?” Willa strained on her tiptoes to reach a high branch.

  “I’m exhausted. First Walker’s taking me here, then Wyatt’s taking me there. I’m on a constant date merry-go-round.”

  Willa smiled. “They need to start taking you out together.”

  “That works for you?”

  Willa nodded. “Hank and Trenton are super busy with the casino business, but most of our dates are together. It just seems to work out better that way.”

  Bree nodded. “I’m not sure Wyatt and Walker know how to do this whole ménage thing.”

  “Then you need to explain it to them. Tell them you don’t mind all going out together.” Willa paused. “You don’t, do you?”

  Bree thought it over. “Is it ever weird?”

  “Sometimes. But I don’t let it bother me. If you really want to be with both of them, own it.”

  With a smile, Bree reached out and wrapped her best friend up in a hug. “When did you turn into the sensible one?”

  Willa laughed and hugged her back. “I’m not sensible. Have you seen this tree?”

  Bree laughed and gave Willa a squeeze before letting go. She couldn’t believe her trip was almost over. “Thanks for letting me tag along today.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. You are doing no such thing.” Willa handed her a silver bell ornament and pointed at another empty spot.

  “Right. Tree-trimming with you and your two fiancés is totally normal.” Bree rolled her eyes and hung the ornament on a branch just above her head. It jingled as she let it go.

  “I for one, am thrilled you’re here. Trenton can’t hang an ornament to save his life.” Hank Beauchamp strode into the room, a stack of ornament boxes in his arms.

  “Hey! I resemble that remark!” Trenton grabbed a Christmas pillow from the couch as he snuck past his brother and tossed it at him. It hit the boxes, turning the stack into a wobbly tower.

  “No throwing pillows at the ornaments!” Willa rushed over and pulled the top two boxes from the teetering stack before Hank set the rest on a side table. “I spent hours finding these!”

  With his arms free, Hank reached for Willa, grabbing her around the waist and tugging her close. He kissed her cheek and Bree couldn’t help but smile. The three of them were so easy and happy together.

  After batting Hank’s arm away, Willa surveyed the boxes littering the floor. “There’s at least one box missing. Are you sure you guys got everything from the garage?”

  Hank held up his hands. “Ask Trenton. That was his job.”

  Trenton scratched his head. “I grabbed everything labeled C
hristmas. I swear.”

  “Not possible. I’ve got a whole box full of garland and mantle decorations.”

  “Do we really need garland?”

  Willa turned toward Bree. “Can you believe he’s asking that?”

  Bree smiled. “You should know by now never to come between Willa and sparkly things.”

  Trenton held up his hands. “Fine, but you’re coming with me. Apparently I need your attention to detail.”

  Hank pointed a finger at his brother. “You better not be using this as an excuse to get Willa alone.”

  Trenton palmed his chest. “Who me? Never.” The grin that spread across his face said otherwise. “Just… don’t come looking for us, will you? It’s a time-consuming process, finding Christmas magic. All those cabinets and counters… the cars… it could take hours.”

  He grabbed Willa’s hand and tugged her out the door before Hank could say another word.

  Bree shook her head and turned back to the tree. Every time she hung out with the Beauchamp brothers, she marveled at the effortless nature of their relationship. They loved Willa—that was obvious—but they didn’t fight over her or jockey for position. They found a way to share.

  Was that something she could have with Walker and Wyatt? She exhaled a big puff of air. Did they want to?

  Over the last two weeks she’d seen the pair of them everyday, but never together. It was as if they couldn’t figure out how to both date her, so they just traded off, first Walker, then Wyatt, round and round and round again. If they kept it up much longer, she’d have permanent vertigo.

  Now Christmas was here and Bree’s trip to Vegas was coming to a close. She chewed on her lip and stared up at the tree. The thought of going home to her empty apartment and everyday life made her frown.

  “The decorating’s not that bad, is it? I know I’m not the best light-stringer, but that tree’s got to be ten feet tall. A guy should get some bonus points for getting a star all the way up there.” While Bree had been lost in thought, Hank had stopped next to her.