The Naughty List

by Jodi Redford

  “Y-yes.”

  “Good.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She kissed the base of his cock before sweeping her tongue along his balls. The sensation made his gut clench and his knees unsteady. Repositioning himself, he gripped his dick and fed her the head. She sucked him in, using her throat muscles to draw him in deeper. Glancing up, he saw that Bram was staring at them. In addition to his glassy-eyed look, the sweat pouring off Bram hinted that he wouldn’t last too much longer. Ry fucked Lacey’s mouth with two long, luxurious strokes before easing free and untying her arms. While Bram worked the restraints from her ankles, Ry rubbed the circulation back into her hands, pressing a kiss to both her wrists. “I’m going to sit you up now, okay? Be ready for it.” He released the pulley that kept her suspended on her back, and she straightened with a gasp.

  Bram caught her around the hips, keeping her anchored on his cock. Her arms and legs twined around Bram as he kissed her like a starved man. Ry ripped open the condom packet, his body screaming with the need to fuck Lacey, mark her in some primal way as his. Moving with more determination than grace, he sheathed himself and generously coated his dick with lube. He removed the plug from her ass and nudged his cock inside her, easily stroking deep with one thrust.

  Lacey cried out, the ecstatic tremble in the sound verifying that it’d been produced by pleasure rather than pain. His vision hazed and his heart pounded. He cupped her breasts, her nipples straining between his fingers as he fucked her with a raw intensity that blindsided him. He bit the side of her neck and soothed the sting with his tongue. Through the thin membrane dividing Lacey’s ass from her pussy, he detected the hard ridge of Bram’s cock tunneling into her with equal passion.

  Lacey freed one arm from Bram and reached behind her to clasp Ry’s hip. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

  Bram’s agonized features looked like they’d been chiseled from stone. Ry figured his must not be much better. Still, they somehow obeyed her wishes, alternating their strokes so that she was constantly filled. Their rhythm became an unconscious thing—a matching tempo, a syncopated heartbeat. Lacey’s fingers dug into Ry’s flank, slipping in the sweat he’d built up. He was so tuned to Lacey that he knew the exact moment the orgasm welled within her, even before she verbalized it.

  “Oh God, I’m coming.”

  He pumped deeper, fucking her in short, determined strokes. “Do it, baby. Milk our cocks with your ass and pussy.”

  Her entire body tensed before bowing into a tight arch. The keening cry that tore from her, along with the way her inner muscles clamped around Ry, sent him over the cliff. He roared, the come jetting from him in fierce spurts, flooding the condom. In that moment, he despised the thin covering of latex that separated him from Lacey, wanting to fill her with his seed. He continued hugging her as Bram’s eyes rolled back in his head and his hips jerked, coming with them.

  A sense of connection washed over Ry, almost more amazing and fulfilling than his climax. Everything was right. Perfect. The only woman he’d truly wanted, ever loved, was in his arms, sandwiched between him and his best friend—someone who knew all too well exactly what Ry was feeling.

  He wondered if it should be illegal to be this happy. Probably. Sliding a kiss along her temple, he gently pulled his cock from her ass and crossed to the wastebasket to dispose of the condom, his legs still shaking from the freight-train force of his orgasm. By the time Ry returned to Lacey, Bram had recovered enough to settle Lacey on her feet and remove her blindfold.

  Her body quivering with aftershocks, Lacey blinked at them and offered a grin loaded with sexual satiation. She tugged the straps securing her in the harness. “Wow, all I’ve got to say is…where the hell can I buy one of these?”

  Chapter Ten

  It was near impossible to act casual and normal during the employee Christmas party when less than twenty-four hours ago she’d been getting double penetrated by the two men standing beside her. In a swing, for God’s sake.

  Okay, she wasn’t completely certain if that detail somehow made her more depraved. The fact that she’d loved the hell out of it? Yeah, probably.

  Butterflies dancing around in her belly, she watched Donna call up the next staff member for the Secret Santa exchange. This part of the festivities was strictly for the employees. She, Ry and Bram had already passed out everyone’s bonus checks, something that was likely more welcome and useful than a ten-dollar-or-under gift.

  Ry’s cell phone suddenly buzzed, and he glanced down at it. “Shit, it’s my uncle. I better go take this.”

  While Ry ducked out of the room, Bram settled his hand on her shoulder and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “So what item do you want to mark off tonight?”

  She knew that even if anyone had overheard him, the question would sound completely innocent. Which would make the blush that was no doubt riding her cheeks seem strange and uncalled for. She cleared her throat quietly. “None. I already made plans with your sister.”

  His fingers brushed her nape, tickling the fine hairs there and making goose bumps crop along her skin. “You could cancel them. She’d understand.”

  She snorted. “Please, this is Jana we’re talking about. Besides, that would be rude. And my life doesn’t revolve around you and Ry, you know.”

  Bram chuckled, apparently not concerned by her testiness. “Ah, darlin’. Seemed like you were revolving between us just fine last night.”

  He would have to bring that up. Biting her lip, she resisted the urge to press her legs together when her clit throbbed in response to his smoky words. She hadn’t entirely been joking when she’d mentioned buying one of those harness swings. The experience they’d given her in it last night? Talk about out of this world. Of course, it might be a little difficult—not to mention awkward—explaining its function if her parents were to accidentally see it. Somehow she doubted they’d believe her if she said it was a plant stand.

  “Earth to Lacey.”

  She snapped out of her mental musings and peered up at Bram again. “Hmm?”

  “I asked where you and Jana are going tonight.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “Nice try. If I tell you, you and Ry will just decide to barge in on us.”

  Bram tried for an innocent look. “Now would we ever do something so devious?”

  “Yes. Hence the reason I’m not telling you jack shit.”

  Ry chose that moment to rejoin them. “Not tell him what?”

  She opened her mouth, but Bram beat her to the punch. “Where my wayward sister is taking her tonight.” Bram gave an exaggerated shudder. “I bet it will involve—gasp—drinking. And excessive man ogling.”

  “Har har, Colton. Just for that you can bite me.”

  Bram waggled his eyebrows. “I would, darlin’. But you’re going out tonight. See what you’re missing out on?”

  She shot a covert look around to see if anyone was paying attention to Bram’s overt flirting. Not that it was so unusual. Except he was doing it with her. Something that definitely hadn’t occurred before they started sleeping together. She was gratified to notice that everyone’s attention was focused on the Secret Santa exchange. Ry suddenly cleared his throat. Twice. She glanced in his direction and became ensnared in his penetrating gaze. “What?”

  “I think the three of us need to have a powwow in your office.”

  “Right now? But the party—”

  “Will continue without us,” Ry finished. “Besides, you know they’re all waiting for the bosses to leave so they can spike the punch bowl.” He inclined his head toward the double doors leading from the Dockside’s rear banquet room.

  Taking the hint, she led the way out into the hall and to her office. Once they were inside and Bram shut the door, Ry pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Quite thoroughly. By the time he finished, her head was spinning and she was having a hard time remembering their purpose for leaving the party. Her breath ragged, she straightened the lock of hair
that’d escaped the butterfly clip anchoring it and shot Ry an accusing stare. “I thought we were coming in here for a powwow, not some bow chicka wow wow.”

  “We did. But you looked like you needed to be kissed first.” He stroked her cheek. “And I wanted to be the one to do it.”

  The tender yet hot look in Ry’s eyes left her feeling all jiggly-kneed and melty inside. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “You guys need to stop affecting me this way at work. It’s not helping me in the least.”

  “I’m glad you brought that up because that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Ry crossed his arms over his chest, the posture equal parts casual and commanding. His assessing gaze drilled into her. “Is there a particular reason you freak out whenever there’s a chance someone might look at one of us with you and speculate?”

  She blinked at him. “I haven’t been freaking out.”

  “Close enough. You were practically ready to jump out of your skin when Bram teased you seconds ago about biting you.”

  “Well what did you expect me to do? It’s not like any of our staff knows what’s going on between us. Or should.”

  “Why not?”

  Ry’s calmly worded request nearly knocked her on her ass. “Hello. We’re engaged in a threesome. Probably not something we should go public with. Particularly to our employees.”

  “I’m not suggesting we tell them what’s going on. Or anyone else for that matter, unless we choose to. But it doesn’t mean we have to keep it hidden like a dark, dirty secret.”

  She gaped at him. “Won’t that defeat the purpose? If we start acting differently with each other, people will figure it out.”

  Bram stepped next to Ry, providing a united front. “So what if they do? What’s the worst that can happen? A few jealous busybodies whisper behind our backs? Hell, I’m used to it.”

  She swallowed. “Yeah, so am I.”

  Ry stared at her for a long moment before swearing softly beneath his breath. “This isn’t another repeat of what you went through with Dan. Bram and I would never bring that kind of hurt onto you, baby. Believe that.”

  “Does it matter? In the end, people will see it however they want, just like they did with the Dan fiasco.” She despised how her voice cracked on the last two words. She refused to give her ex the power to affect her after all this time.

  Bram and Ry crossed the room in two long strides and wrapped her in the middle of their bear hugs. Ry was the first to speak. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t even thinking when I brought it up. The last thing I want to do is upset you.”

  Bram nuzzled the back of her head. “That goes double for me, Lace. What the three of us share—it’s special. I don’t want to lose it. If that means keeping my mouth shut, I’ll gladly do it.”

  His proclamation should have made her happy. So why did she feel so awful inside? Because you’re asking them to live a lie. The taunting admission churned her stomach and made her feel like the most terrible person on the planet. But it didn’t lessen her determination to protect herself from the inevitable fallout that would come once their sexy adventures came to a close. No one would criticize Ry and Bram for their part in this affair. Being men, they could get away with a lot more than her when it came to having multiple bed partners. Yes, it was hugely unfair. But it was also reality.

  In this regard, at least, fantasy definitely had its advantages. No painful repercussions could come from sex that only existed in her head.

  Lacey was just popping her earrings in when her front doorbell rang. She glanced at her watch, surprise flickering over her. How unlike Jana to actually be on time for once. After indulging in a quick spritz of perfume, she hurried down the hall and swung open the door as the chime went off again. She gave Jana a frazzled look. “You do realize you’re supposed to wait at least a few seconds in between pressing that thing, right?”

  “Sorry, but it’s freakin’ cold out here. I can’t even feel my ass anymore.” Jana reached behind herself and smacked her butt through her leather trench coat. “Yep, nothing. I’m assuming it’s still back there.”

  “Part of your problem is your coat. It has hardly any lining.”

  Jana offered a cheeky grin. “I know, but my ma insists it makes me look like a streaker. I find that kinda amusing.”

  “You would. So are you driving or me?”

  “I will. Heat’s already on.” Jana pivoted and clunked down the driveway in her combat boots. Lacey quickly locked up her house and hurried toward Jana’s vintage Mustang. As promised, the interior was toasty warm. That slightly made up for having to listen to several tracks of the Chipmunks’ Christmas album before they pulled into the packed lot of Hooligans. She gave Jana a pointed look as the CD ejected from the player. “I’m pretty sure it’s illegal for anyone over the age of twelve to own that CD. If not, it should be.”

  Sticking out her tongue, Jana climbed from the car and waited for Lacey to do the same before beeping the alarm. Linking arms, they dashed toward the entrance of the nightclub, giggling like a couple of teenage girls out on a school night. After paying their cover charges at the door, they made their way to the massive bar situated in the middle of the jam-packed building.

  Jana wiggled out of her coat, revealing a skintight micro minidress in a tartan plaid fabric. When she hopped onto one of the available stools, half the men sitting at the bar craned their necks hoping to see exactly how much thigh she’d end up revealing. Jana—being her typical couldn’t-give-a-shit self—ignored them all.

  Feeling significantly overdressed in her cream-colored slacks and red, glittery top, Lacey took the neighboring stool and tried not to grin at the poor shmuck next to Jana who seemed to be hypnotized by her cleavage. “You really should come with a warning label—might create whiplash when in public.”

  “Please. This is one of my tamer outfits. And I’m actually wearing underwear.”

  “Your mom must be so proud.”

  “Very.” Putting two fingers in her mouth, Jana gave an ear-piercing whistle that probably had dogs from miles away baying in agony. It barely cracked a glance from the bartender working farther down the way. Jana grumbled. “This place sucks donkey balls. Tell me why they wouldn’t have more than one bartender? Idjits.”

  “Yeah, it is pretty stupid. A night like this, we always have at least two on staff at the Dockside. And we never see crowds like they have here.”

  “Speaking of idjits, how’d my brother take the news about me stealing you away tonight? And Ry, for that matter.”

  The mention of Bram and Ry stirred up Lacey’s earlier troubled thoughts. She tried her best to cover it, but Jana’s shrewd focus narrowed on her. “Uh-oh. Trouble in ménage land already?”

  “No, of course not. Everything’s…great.”

  Jana arched a brow. “But?”

  “Nothing. I said it’s great.”

  “Sure, after you hesitated.”

  Needing something to occupy her hands, Lacey grabbed one of the beverage napkins from the nearby stack and fiddled with it.

  “Are you going to answer my question or make an origami stork?”

  Lacey crumpled the napkin in her lap. “I think I hurt their feelings by insisting we keep our threesome under wraps.”

  Jana’s husky laugh belted out in all its unrestrained glory. “Right. I don’t think that’s even possible with Bram—Mr. Love ’em and Leave ’em. As far as Ry…hmm, not sure. But I doubt he’s crying in his SpaghettiOs.”

  “I don’t know.” The same twisting sensation she experienced earlier in her stomach returned. “For some reason, I feel like I’ve let them down.”

  “Okay, then come out of the closet and admit to everyone that the three of you are sleeping together.”

  Lacey winced at the loudness of Jana’s voice. Thank God she didn’t know anyone in this place. “I already told you I’m not doing that.”

  “Oh that’s right. Because you think this is only a temporary fling.” There was no mistaking the
heavy sarcasm in Jana’s tone.

  Lacey glared at her. “Yes, it is.”

  “Bullshit.” Jana cocked her finger warningly when Lacey opened her mouth. “You know it is. Girl, you can tell me until you’re blue in the face that you’re the kind to indulge in kinky affairs, but it won’t make it true.”

  “Okay, if you know so much, then you tell me what this is.”

  “Love.”

  That single word packed one hell of a punch. Lacey reeled from it, her fingers digging into the roll of leather stitching ringing the stool. “What?”

  The fierceness in Jana’s eyes mellowed. “It’s okay. You can admit that you love them. I’ve known it for a while.”

  “Really? Then you know a hell of a lot more than I do.” She caught the stubborn glint returning to Jana’s gaze and held up a hand. “All right. I can see how you’d think that. I’m always spending a lot of time around them.” Because they make me happy like no one else. “We own a business together. It’s to be expected.”

  “You guys have been inseparable for a lot longer than you’ve owned the Dockside.”

  “Because we’re friends.”

  “Friends who are now fucking each other,” Jana pointed out bluntly.

  It was on the tip of Lacey’s tongue to correct her and say it was more than just sex, but she knew Jana would take it the wrong way. Just because she felt an emotional bond with Ry and Bram every time they came together didn’t mean she was in love with them.

  Did it?

  The twisting intensified in her stomach. “This isn’t about love.” It couldn’t be. That path only led to pain. She’d tried it once before and ended up burned. Big time. It wouldn’t happen again. “It’s about rediscovering my sexuality. Indulging in a fantasy that plenty of women out there have. It’s nothing more than that.”

  Jana continued eyeing her for a long stretch, her expression skeptical. “I think you’re fooling yourself.”

  The bartender chose that moment to finally show up with the drink menus. Lacey accepted one, grateful for the much-needed reprieve from Jana’s persistent grilling.