Because Naughty Holidays Can Be Oh So Nice 2015

by Nicole Edwards

  “You look good enough to eat,” Luke whispered, moving in and taking one of her hands in his.

  “This ol’ thing?” she teased, glancing down.

  The heels adorning her feet glittered in the light, catching Cole’s eye as he soaked up the sight of her.

  “I can’t wait to get you out of that,” Luke muttered. “Or maybe I’ll leave it on you. Either way…”

  What he said, Cole thought as he continued to eye Sierra.

  “Whatever we do, we’re keeping the shoes on,” Cole told them.

  Luke peered down at her feet. “Definitely.”

  Cole glanced behind him, noticing plenty of others looking Sierra’s way, as well, likely admiring her because she was by far the most beautiful woman in the place.

  A surge of pride expanded his chest.

  Because this exquisite, gorgeous woman belonged to them.

  And them only.

  8:31 p.m.

  LUKE WASN’T SURE he could continue greeting the guests as they arrived. Hell, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to focus on much of anything tonight. Not with Sierra looking like she did. She made his mouth water, his hands itched to touch her, and he suddenly couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

  “Luke?” Sierra said, but he couldn’t stop staring. He wanted to slide his palms over her thighs, then up beneath that indecently short skirt to see what she wore beneath.

  Someone cleared their throat, and Luke pulled his gaze up to meet Sierra’s face. She was nodding over his shoulder.

  Luke turned around, coming face-to-face with Brendon Walker.

  “Luke,” Brendon greeted, holding out his hand. “You know my better half, Cheyenne Montgomery.”

  “Nice to see you again,” Luke told the famous country music star. “I’m glad you both could make it.”

  “Thank you for having us,” Cheyenne replied in that soft country drawl that most of America was acquainted with. “I’d like to introduce you to my cousin, Grace Lambert.”

  Luke held out his hand to Grace.

  “It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. McCoy,” she said in a thick Texas drawl. “These are the rowdy cowboys in my life, Grant Kingsley and Lane Miller.”

  “Please, call me Luke.” Luke shook their hands as well, trying to be a good host, but it wasn’t easy when the only thing he wanted to do was turn around and ogle his wife for a little while longer.

  “Glad you could make it,” Cole said, clearly stepping in when Luke lost his manners.

  “Thank you for extending an invitation,” Grant said. “We’ve heard a lot about this place.”

  “Good, I hope,” Sierra added.

  “Of course,” Grace said with a smile. “Looks like tonight’s gonna be the party of the year.”

  “That’s the plan,” Sierra told her.

  “Then it’s a good thing we were invited.”

  Luke looked over to see a set of identical twins standing beside Brendon.

  “You must be cousins,” Luke said, offering them his hand.

  Brendon turned to the two dark-haired men standing beside him. “These are my cousins, Keegan and Kaden.”

  “Nice to meet you.”

  “The pleasure’s ours,” Keegan stated. “Nice place you have here. Very interested in checking it out.”

  Luke chuckled when Kaden’s gaze followed a couple of women who walked by. There were quite a few single ladies in the house tonight.

  “If we can get you anything, just let us know,” Cole offered.

  “Thanks again,” Brendon said, nodding his head, then taking Cheyenne’s hand in his and leading the group toward the nearest bar.

  “Is it just me or does the Walker family all look the same?” Sierra muttered.

  “Hadn’t noticed,” Luke said, once again staring at Sierra. “Can’t get past the dress.”

  Sierra’s eyes held his and her smile was radiant. “Thank you.”

  “No, thank you,” he said, pulling her against him.

  “We ready to kick this thing off yet?” Cole asked, placing his arm around Sierra’s waist.

  “Ready as ever.”

  After a quick look around the room, Luke noticed things were getting into full swing. It didn’t usually take long before clothes started falling off, and it looked as though tonight wasn’t an exception.

  He glanced back at Cole and Sierra.

  Yep, definitely going to be the party of the year.

  And it was going to involve a very naked Sierra crushed between him and Cole in the very near future.

  9:44 p.m.

  THE LOOKS ON Luke’s and Cole’s faces were what women everywhere longed to see, and Sierra couldn’t deny seeing them like that made her body heat to astronomical degrees. And when Luke had had difficulty greeting the guests, that only added fuel to Sierra’s internal fire.

  For the past hour, Sierra had been standing with her husbands, greeting the guests one by one as they came into the club, while the only thing she really wanted to do was to prowl the room and see what was going on. Although she’d spent several minutes talking to friends who had arrived to celebrate the new year with them, she’d opted to stay close to her men.

  Still, she didn’t mind checking out what was going on.

  Yes, there was a voyeur lurking beneath the surface, something she hadn’t realized until she’d met Luke years ago. And now, as the party was getting underway, she was eager to join in the festivities.

  “Drink?” Cole offered, placing his hand around her waist.

  “I’d love one,” she told him, allowing him to guide her over to the bar as Luke engaged in conversation with Max and Courtney Adorite.

  “You look breathtaking,” Cole whispered against her ear after he’d ordered her drink.

  “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

  Cole’s big hands slid down her back, over her ass, coming to rest on the backs of her thighs. She could feel the rasp of his thumbs as he teased between her thighs. Part of her was tempted to spread her legs a little to give him better access, but she refrained. Although she wasn’t necessarily opposed to public exhibitionism, they had learned long ago that no amount of security would be able to keep people from doing things they shouldn’t—such as snap photos and threaten to sell them to the tabloids. And for that reason alone, the three of them had agreed that they would use discretion when at the club, unless the guests were limited to their closest friends.

  Granted, they didn’t always hide out, and they wouldn’t promise to, either, but on nights like this when there were extra guests, several of whom they didn’t know all that well, they knew they had to be cautious.

  “Do you know how much I want you right now?” Cole mumbled against her ear. “I want to put you on this bar, spread your legs, and drive my tongue into your pussy.”

  A lightning bolt of heat slammed into her. She absolutely loved when Cole allowed his dirty mouth free rein. Truth was, he didn’t do it often. Unlike Luke, Cole was somewhat shy, though he’d shed some of that in the years they’d been together.

  “Then what would you do?” she asked, taking her drink when the bartender pushed it toward her.

  “Mmm.” Cole’s fingers twined into her hair, wrapping it around his fingers as he tugged her head back so she was forced to look up at him. “After I made you come with my mouth, I’d pull you down into my lap and let you ride my cock until you were screaming my name.”

  “And when do we get to make this a reality?” Sierra asked, glancing over her shoulder to see Luke still conversing with Max and Courtney.

  “Once all the guests have arrived,” he told her.

  “That’s too long,” she said, smiling up at him.

  “Don’t I know it.”

  But something else Sierra had learned over the years—mainly thanks to Luke—was that patience definitely was a virtue.

  And tonight, she would have to hone hers because, as she glanced at the door, she noticed more people pouring in.

  Chapter Seven
/>   10:27 p.m.

  NOW THAT THE party was in full swing, Cole stayed with Sierra and Luke, enjoying the conversation and drinks. So far, so good as far as no issues or concerns arising, and he hoped that it remained that way for the rest of the evening.

  “Is that…?”

  Cole turned to Sierra, then followed her line of sight to see that she was looking at RT and Z in a corner, making out like teenagers. It was almost amusing considering how straight-laced Ryan Trexler was. But Cole knew that the atmosphere prompted people to do things they didn’t usually do. Such as have sex in public.

  Then again, if people weren’t curious, he doubted they would be there in the first place.

  “RT and Z,” Luke confirmed. “I have to say, I’m rather impressed.”

  Sierra looked up at Luke. “Impressed that they’re making out?”

  “That they’re letting loose.”

  Cole was impressed, as well, but he was fairly certain that both men could still tell you where every person in the room was, what they were wearing, and possibly how many drinks they’d had already. It was how they operated. They might be indulging in a little PDA, but he knew it wouldn’t go much further than that. Those two just weren’t the type.

  “Looks like Trent’s new furniture is being broken in tonight,” Luke noted.

  Cole had noticed that, too. In fact, he’d made a mental note to get one of their own to try out at the house.

  “Now, that’s hot,” Sierra said with a whistle.

  Cole turned once again, noticing his wife was staring at Xander and Mercedes Boone. The power couple had forgone the opportunity for one of the glass rooms tonight, instead choosing to go with the flow—Xander’s words. And it looked as though they’d found their flow, all right. Cole could imagine how their nights were planned. Since Mercedes was a Domme, and Xander was a Dom, the two were a very unlikely pair, but they’d somehow found their way.

  Cole pulled Sierra against him. “Are you ogling Xander?”

  Sierra smiled up at him over her shoulder. “Have you seen that man?”

  Cole laughed. Okay, so Xander was fairly impressive. Six foot six, two seventy-five… The man was massive, towering over most people in the room. And now, shirtless, with Mercedes kneeling before him, he was definitely a sight to behold.

  “Are you ogling Xander?” Luke asked Cole.

  Cole chuckled. “Maybe.”

  The atmosphere was definitely starting to get to him. His blood was pumping faster as he took it all in. Watching as some couples got down and dirty on the main floor, while others continued to talk and mingle. But no matter what they were doing, everyone seemed to be watching everyone else. And those who’d lost their clothes were being watched the most.

  “Well,” Luke said, cupping Cole’s face in one big hand, “I can definitely think of something to take your mind off that man.”

  “Here?” Cole asked, releasing Sierra and turning to face Luke.

  Luke shook his head, which didn’t surprise him. Public exhibitionism was great and fine, hell, Cole even enjoyed it from time to time, but tonight was not going to be one of those nights. He had absolutely no desire to share Sierra or Luke with people he didn’t know.

  Cole glanced at Sierra. She nodded.

  “I’ve got an idea,” Cole told Luke, taking both their hands and leading them toward the stairs.

  “Where are—”

  Sierra stopped, placed her free hand over Luke’s mouth, effectively silencing him. “Tonight, Mr. McCoy, you don’t get to ask the questions.”

  “But—”

  Sierra shook her head. “Shh. I promise, we’ll take good care of you.”

  And Cole definitely intended to do just that.

  10:54 p.m.

  LUKE WASN’T SURE how this had happened, but here he was, in his office, watching Sierra and Cole intently, wondering what the hell they were planning to do to him. A couple of years ago, he wouldn’t have budged from the main floor, insisting that he keep an eye on things.

  When it came to Cole and Sierra, he’d long ago resigned himself to doing things he’d never thought he would do. Like sneak up to his office in the middle of a New Year’s party.

  When Cole took Luke’s hand and led him over to the windows that overlooked the floor below, he willingly moved with him. Reluctance didn’t play a part in his feelings at the moment. Anticipation, sure. Desire, definitely. Anxiety … maybe just a little bit.

  But Luke trusted them, knew they wouldn’t hurt him in any way. That was part of what love was. The ability to put yourself in someone else’s hands and trust that they would take care of you. He knew from experience that these two would take good care of him.

  Sure, it had taken Luke a long time to get to this point in his life. He’d been almost forty when he’d fallen in love for the first time. But since the day he’d met Sierra, he’d known something was different about her. She had changed him, given him the opportunity to open his eyes and see what was important, including his feelings for Cole.

  “Put your hands on the glass,” Cole instructed.

  Luke did, placing his hands on the glass on either side of his head, leaving about three feet between him and the window. While they moved around behind him, Luke watched the people below. Things were getting interesting at this point. The chairs Trent had invested in were getting good use, and he didn’t mind watching. Not at all.

  He noticed Trace and Marissa Kogan standing by the bar, laughing and talking with Travis, Kylie, and Gage. Luke didn’t expect any of them to participate in public sex, but they didn’t seem to mind what was going on around them. In fact, Grant, Grace, and Lane—the people Cheyenne had introduced him to—were going to town on one of the sofas behind Travis and his entourage. And that, he hadn’t exactly expected. The sweet little cowgirl seemed much too innocent to be kneeling in front of the bigger cowboy—Lane—his dick tunneling in and out of her mouth while Grant stroked Lane at the same time. But they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

  Then, of course, Mistress Serena and her two male subs were in one of the glass rooms. She had one strapped to a St. Andrews cross—facing the cross—while the other kneeled behind him, rimming his asshole with his tongue. Of course they had an audience, raptly watching from outside the room, including Max and Courtney Adorite, who were talking to Phoenix, Mia, and Tarik.

  For a brief moment, Luke wondered what they were talking about, but that thought quickly fled when Sierra’s arms came around his waist, her deft little fingers working open his belt.

  He managed to keep from speaking while she worked his slacks open, then did the same to his shirt. Within minutes, she’d disrobed him completely, leaving him standing there naked, once again with his hands planted on the window.

  The people below couldn’t see him, but for a brief moment, he wished they could.

  Unable to stifle a groan, Luke closed his eyes when Sierra’s mouth blazed a trail of fire down his spine, her soft fingers moving over his skin as she teased and tormented him before coming to stand in front of him.

  “You’ve been a naughty boy, Mr. McCoy.”

  Luke grinned. “You think so?”

  “I definitely think so,” she said, taking his cock in her small hands and fisting him, stroking him slowly.

  Another groan escaped him.

  “Turn around,” she instructed.

  Luke let his hands drop to his sides, then turned around to see Cole was naked as well, his lean, muscular body on full display. Sierra, however, was still wearing that sexy dress and those fuck me heels. He secretly hoped she didn’t take off either because, although she was the most impressive thing he’d ever seen when she was naked, she rocked that dress like no one else could.

  As he watched, Sierra hopped up onto the edge of Luke’s desk, facing him. She kept her legs demurely closed initially, but then her hands slid down her thighs, and she spread her knees, giving him a fucking incredible view of her soft pink folds. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and he
found that hot as hell.

  “Cole,” Sierra called.

  Cole moved around to stand before her, the muscles in his back flexing as he placed his hands on her knees, shouldering his way between her thighs as he went to his knees before her.

  Sierra smiled when Luke met her gaze.

  “You get to watch,” she said.

  “Watch what?” he prompted, wanting to hear her go into detail about what he was about to witness.

  “Watch him lick me,” she said.

  “It would be my pleasure.”

  Never having been one to follow the rules, Luke took a step closer, coming to stand directly behind Cole. He gripped his cock in his fist while he watched Cole’s head dip between her thighs. Sierra moaned, her eyes rolling back as Cole’s tongue darted out and slid through her slick folds.

  That was when Luke got an idea. A better idea than this one even.

  “Wait,” Luke said. Holding out his hand to Sierra, he paused until she reached for him.

  Hiding his smile of victory, he helped her off the desk, then took a seat in his chair, pulling her down on top of him, her back to his chest.

  “My turn,” Luke growled. “Cole, come here.”

  Cole willingly turned around so that he was kneeling between their legs. Luke had adjusted Sierra so that his cock was visible between her thighs, right there in plain sight for Cole to see.

  “Make her come,” Luke instructed. “With your mouth.”

  He stifled a groan when Cole’s big hand wrapped around his dick, stroking him slowly as his warm breath fanned the swollen head. Unable to look away, he watched over Sierra’s shoulder as Cole’s mouth descended, his tongue stroking Sierra’s smooth flesh as she sat in Luke’s lap, her hands gripping the arms of the chair.

  “You like that?” Luke whispered in her ear. “You like when we both give you what you need?”

  Luke reached between her thighs, separating her folds with his fingers, giving them a better view of Cole’s skilled tongue caressing her engorged clit.

  “Tell me, Sierra,” Luke encouraged. “Do you like it?”

  “Yes,” she said on a breathless sigh. She slid her fingers into Cole’s hair, holding his head between her legs. “I’ve been waiting for this.”