Jodi Redford - The Naughty List

She was too dazed to completely comprehend Ry’s meaning. Even when he used his teeth to yank off his glove she didn’t really get it. It wasn’t until he unzipped her jeans and slid his hand inside the narrow opening in the denim that his intention pierced the sensual fog clouding her brain. She barely had time to register the blissful stroking of Ry’s calloused fingers on her clit before Bram’s hand snuck inside her coat and beneath her sweater. His warm palm infinitely arousing, Bram massaged her breast through her bra, his thumb rolling over her nipple. She gasped, her hips jerking. Her pussy clenched around the throbbing bullet, but the climax still hovered out of reach.

The wagon’s wheels seemed to hit every rut in the path, bouncing her in a way that did nothing to help her situation. Her desperate moan leaked free before she could stop it. Pulse thundering, she shot a look toward the driver, uncertain if he’d heard.

“One minute, baby, and he’ll stop this wagon and walk back here. Know what he’ll see?” Ry’s mouth pressed against her ear, his beard scruff an erotic scrape along her cheek. “You, coming all over my hand.”

Her breath snagged in her throat, excitement and panic jockeying for the foremost sensation in her body. Bram eased down the cup of her bra and plucked her nipple lightly as his teeth grazed the side of her neck. “I wish I was buried inside you right now. Then he’d see you coming all over my cock instead.”

She whimpered. Ry’s fingers moved in tighter and tighter little circles on her clit. “Does that excite you, naughty girl? Maybe we should give you what you really want.”

A tremble began low in her belly.

“What is it that you really want, Lace?” Bram’s lips traversed her jaw.

The tractor crossed the metal grate marking the south entrance to the lot. In the not-too-far distance, she could hear the roar of the chainsaws putting cleaner cuts on the customers’ trees. The bullet buzzed at maximum speed and velocity. Ry tugged her clit between his thumb and index finger, mimicking the pattern of the vibrations in her pussy. She gasped her answer. “B-both of you.”

Ry held her clit firm, not caressing, not stroking, ensuring she felt every echoing beat of the bullet whizzing inside her. “Doing what?”

“Fucking me.” The orgasm crashed into her, ripping a startled cry from her that fortunately became quickly muffled by Bram’s devouring mouth. Her body shook and convulsed. If not for the security of Ry and Bram’s strong arms surrounding her, keeping her steady and upright, she would have melted into a mindless puddle on the floor of the wagon.

The bullet shut off and the quakes ebbed. Ry removed his fingers and licked them with a hungry groan before zipping her jeans. By the time the wagon shuddered to a halt, Bram had straightened her bra and buttoned her coat back up. Other than her breath wheezing from her a little too fast, no one would be the wiser of what they’d been up to. But the realization of how close they’d come to being caught only ratcheted the exhilarated thrill racing through her.

Holy crap. Never in her wildest imaginings would she have believed she’d have the guts to do something like that. She blinked at Ry and Bram as they stood and offered their hands. Still dizzy from the orgasm, she curled her fingers over theirs and let them help her to her feet. She was grateful to have them to hold on to as she stepped down from the wagon, otherwise there was a good chance she would have ended up sprawled face first on the snow-covered parking lot. Talk about a potential embarrassment. Her knees shaky, she leaned against the side of the wood railing, too satiated by her climax to care that she was probably wearing the dopiest grin ever.

While Bram and Ry carted the spruce the short distance to the station where it would be tied up for easier transport, the driver tipped his wool cap to her and smiled, flashing some seriously bucked teeth. “Come again now.”

Somehow she stifled a giggle and instead kept a straight face as she repeated Ry’s earlier sentiment. “Believe me, that’s a given.”

Up until that day, she couldn’t recall Ry ever breaking any traffic laws. From the moment they left the tree farm and screeched into Bram’s driveway, Ry broke at least ten. Not that she was counting. Or complaining, since the end result meant her being able to rip off their clothes that much sooner.

Ignoring the Christmas tree bundled and waiting in the bed of the pickup truck, Ry and Bram hustled her from the vehicle and inside the warm comfort of the house. Bram tugged her coat from her while Ry worked on her jeans. Equally busy, she wrestled with their jackets. Clothes went flying everywhere. With each inch of skin revealed, her hunger for both men quadrupled. Her fingertips skated over washboard abs, grazed over hard, masculine nipples. She trembled, the ache inside her overwhelming. Finally everyone was blessedly naked, and she dropped to her knees and reached for the thick, stiff cocks bobbing in front of her.

The only thought in her mind was giving them even a fraction of the intense pleasure they’d shown her in the tree wagon. Delirious with that need, she sucked Ry into her mouth first, her tongue coasting along each rigid vein before swirling over the swollen head. She reveled in his taste. So addictive. So divine. So good. She pumped Bram’s shaft, keeping it nice and firm for when she’d take him inside her mouth. The groans tumbling from both men only spurred her desire to see them fly off the edge.

Transferring her attention to Bram, she bobbed frantically on his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she concentrated on the taut, satiny head. He staggered, his fingers sifting through her hair. “Lace…God.”

Her suction intensified and Bram quickly disengaged from her mouth. Shifting her focus to Ry, she attempted to lick the drop of precome pearling from the slit of his cock, but he thwarted her efforts by stooping and sweeping her into his arms. Without saying a word, he carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the mattress. The carnal, almost predatory gleam in his eyes brought a renewed surge of moisture between her legs.

She’d thought she’d seen Ry at his most primal. That didn’t hold a candle to the possessive, sexy man leaning over her. Fisting his shaft, he held it to her lips. “Five seconds, baby. That’s all you’re getting before I bury myself inside you.”

Intent on spending her time wisely, she gripped Ry’s knuckles and squeezed as she flicked her tongue over the glossy knob of his cock. The mattress dipped, announcing that Bram had joined them. His lips closed around her clit, sucking with soft, gentle pulses. She writhed, her pussy tightening around the bullet still lodged within her. Bram’s fingers wedged inside her slick channel and easily slipped the vibrator free. “Christ, you’re fucking wet, Lace. The bullet really worked you over.”

Without warning, Ry wrenched himself from her mouth. She gasped in protest. “That wasn’t five seconds.”

“Close enough.” A nerve ticking in his tensed jaw, Ry yanked the drawer open on the nightstand and snatched two condoms, one of which he passed to Bram.

After sheathing himself, Bram bracketed her face between his hands and crashed his mouth over hers, stealing her breath. And her last shred of sanity. His tongue plunged deep a fraction of a second before his cock followed suit. Giving her the barest moment to register his penetration, he rolled onto his back, reversing their positions. His hands tangled in her hair, holding her hostage to the continued lush invasion of his tongue inside her mouth. It was as if he wasn’t merely kissing her. No, this was hunger at its most consuming peak.

Ry’s knee nudged her and Bram’s thighs, spreading them. An instant later, the heat of his chest blanketed her back. Sandwiched as she was between the two strong, sexy men who’d breathed her fantasies into life, she couldn’t contain the shiver that trembled through her. Ry kissed her neck, stoking her pleasure higher. His cock slid along the crease of her ass before coming to rest at the juncture where she and Bram were already joined.

His thumb pressing down on Bram’s shaft, Ry eased his way inside her pussy. A sharp intake of breath hissed between Bram’s teeth. “Jesus.”

Dazed, she felt her channel stretching to accommodate both Ry and Bram. Impaled on so much cock, she shuddered, the overwhelming fullness threatening to make her climax without much effort on Ry and Bram’s part. “Oh. God.”

Bram’s gaze locked with hers, his gorgeous features a study of agonized pleasure. “Lace. Fuck.”

“I—I don’t think I can. Too tight to move.”

His laugh gusted free, the sound hoarse and strained. “Shit, you’re telling me.”

Ry’s bristly jaw buffed her cheek. “So you two are saying I have to do all the work? Typical.” He flexed his hips, his cock retreating slightly before surging deeper. The friction against the sensitive walls of her pussy filled her with a dark, decadent pleasure. The sensations skyrocketed when Ry straightened his arms, his fingers digging into the bedding as he balanced his weight, and slammed forward, grinding her and Bram into the mattress.

Bram’s mouth went slack, his pupils dilating and becoming unfocused. Tiny beads of sweat dotted his forehead. The tortured sound that tore from his chest made her nipples tighten.

“Not…” Ry pumped once, “…before…” twice, “…Lacey.” His third thrust pinned them tight to the mattress again.

Bram’s pleading gaze bore into hers. It was all the invitation her body needed to explode. She arched with a strangled scream, her inner muscles clamping down on the two cocks buried deep within her. The emotional avalanche decimated her, reducing her to a sobbing, quivering wreck. It wasn’t until the raw, scratchiness of her throat became noticeable that she even recognized the fact that her screams had morphed into actual words.

Words that even then were spinning in the air with horrible, alarming clarity. “I love you. Oh God, I love you.” The echoing shouts of completion from Bram and Ry hardly drowned out her damning confession.

Her heart thundering, she rolled off Bram the second Ry dismounted. She started to jump off the bed, but Bram’s fingers cuffed her wrist, stalling her short.

“Lace, look at me.”

Despite every internal defense mechanism warning her not to do it, she obeyed his soft command. His eyes held an overflow of tenderness. “Don’t be freaked out because of what you admitted. We love you too. Have for a long time.”

His unexpected words hammered into her. Pulse speeding out of control, she jerked her gaze to Ry, who was watching her with an expression identical to Bram’s. “What?”

“That’s right, baby. We’ve been madly, hopelessly in love with you for going on damn near fifteen years.”

“But…” The panic bells began tolling in her head. “You never said anything. Never so much as hinted…” Her eyes narrowed. “You were going to let me marry Dan.” And look where that had gotten her. Further proof that love was only a heartache she couldn’t afford.

Ry and Bram both grimaced, but it was Bram who ultimately addressed her accusation. “If we’d known what a cheating prick he was, we would never have let you go out with him in the first place.”

She plunked her hands on her hips. “Let me go out with him?”

Bram’s cheeks reddened. “Shit, that didn’t come out right.”

Ry scooted off the mattress and walked toward her. “What Bram’s trying to say is that we wanted you to be happy. Obviously Dan didn’t feel the same way. But we can change all that now. You, Bram and I, we can forge our happiness together.”

Like a taunting ghost that’d been waiting for the perfect moment to feed her insecurities, Olivia’s voice popped inside Lacey’s head. You know why Dan left, don’t you? Because you’re boring. A goody-goody who doesn’t know the first thing about how to please a man. Or keep him happy. Or should we say keep him period?

Ry moved to hug her, but she stumbled out of his reach and hurried down the hallway. She could hear him and Bram following after her, but she forced herself not to look at them as she stopped in the entryway and tugged on her jeans.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

She pulled on her sweater, despising the way her fingers shook. “Going home.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t be here right now.” Not when the walls were closing in on her and she felt like she was seconds away from throwing up.