Authors: Kelly Jamieson
Crazy, crazy, crazy.
The word ran through her mind until it didn’t mean anything anymore. Heat flashed over her, her pussy ached with a sharp, hard need, her breasts swelled and Tyler pressed closer, giving them that pressure they needed. Pressed between two big, hard male bodies, her knees went soft and she started to slide down. They both held her up, Tyler’s mouth leaving hers.
“I got her,” Nick murmured, and bent to slide an arm beneath her knees, scooping her into his arms. She grabbed his shoulder, stared up at him, her pulse beating so hard that was all she could hear, her body burning up with fever.
“I can’t fucking believe this,” Tyler muttered, striding to the bed and yanking back the covers.
A bed. Was she really going to do this? It was so wanton and wicked and outrageous. More of that old caution and uncertainty slammed into her and the fingers digging into Nick’s shoulder trembled. She bit her lip, looking up at him through her eyelashes. When he laid her on the bed, she immediately sat up.
“I…uh…”
“Changed your mind?” Tyler asked.
“No. I mean, I’m not sure.”
He sat beside her. The skin on his face stretched taut, he nonetheless took her hand gently. “Kaelin. What do you want to do?”
“I want…I want you to do what you did to Tracy.”
When his face changed expression and blanched, she blinked. And blinked again. And glanced at Nick. Nick frowned. “What do you mean, Kaelin?”
“I mean…I saw you. You tied her up.”
Tyler stared at her wordlessly then gave a jerky nod.
“I want you to tie me up,” she whispered. She’d never in her entire life voiced that fantasy aloud, though so many times she’d wanted to ask Brent. Every time she saw his handcuffs, her tummy did a little flip of excitement, but she’d never ever had the nerve to tell him that. Somehow she knew Brent was so by the book, follow the rules, he would have been appalled at that idea.
“You want us to tie you up,” Tyler repeated. Color washed back into his cheeks, over his high cheekbones, and his eyes glittered. He looked at Nick.
“Yes.”
She clasped her hands and bent her head, letting her hair fall over her face. How could she explain this to them? She didn’t even know why she wanted it, except that the idea made her hot, so hot, and the idea of having control taken away from her only added to the fire burning inside her.
“I got nothing,” Tyler said to Nick, and she peeked through her curtain of hair to see his mouth almost smiling. “Didn’t expect this.”
“Here.” Nick walked to the closet near the door and returned with two silk neckties. Kaelin blinked. “I brought these for the wedding. Wasn’t sure which I’d wear.”
“Christ,” Tyler muttered. He took a tie from Nick and in seconds Kaelin was flat on her back, hands tied to the headboard of the bed above her head.
She stared at him mutely. He was so beautiful. His dark gold hair gleamed in the lamplight, as did the scruff of whiskers on his jaw. His lips parted and he gazed down at her, eyes shining. He smiled at her, and everything inside her tightened. “Do you trust us, Kaelin?”
She nodded. Why she trusted him, she had no idea. Yes, he’d hurt her. He’d kissed her, gotten her young hopes up and then had smashed them to pieces. She’d felt Nick’s betrayal too, that he’d been involved in something like that. But at this moment, in this room, she trusted both of them to look after her, and even though the fact that she was helpless and pretty much at their mercy added an edge of thrill to the excitement pounding inside her, she knew they wouldn’t abuse that power with her.
“Yes,” she whispered, holding Tyler’s gaze. “I trust you.”
He closed his eyes briefly and then started unbuttoning his shirt. Her eyes widened as she watched his body appear, his broad chest with sculpted muscles, a fine dust of light hair, defined abs. His shoulders shone in the light as he shrugged out of the shirt and it drifted to the floor. When his fingers went to the button of his pants, her mouth went dry, and her pussy clenched. She watched with fascination and admiration as he stepped out of pants and socks, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of snug black boxer briefs that strained to cover his massive erection.
Her eyes turned to Nick who was also undressing, revealing his heavily muscled body, a darker hue than Tyler’s golden skin, darker hair dusting his pecs and ripped abs. Oh yes, he had been working out. Definitely.
They both kept their underwear on as they climbed onto the bed, one on either side of her and slowly, carefully began to remove her clothes. Her skin burned and tingled, her breath going short and choppy. Tyler’s fingers on the zipper of her dress were slightly unsteady. Nick’s hands were warm as he slid them up her bare legs beneath the dress. He stroked her thighs and she could only tremble and stare at both of them wide eyed, arms stretched above her head.
“Gonna have to untie you,” Tyler muttered, reaching for the silk ties. He loosened her arms and lowered them to her sides. When he slowly slid the wide straps of her sleeveless dress down her arms, her tummy muscles clenched hard and she shivered. Her breasts swelled in the cups of her strapless black bra, nipples tingling. She watched him watch her, loved how his eyes got so dark and hot, how his teeth sank into his bottom lip.
“Look at her, Nick,” he whispered hoarsely, trailing his fingertips across the top swells of her breasts. “Look how beautiful she is.”
His request to Nick drove home the fact that she was with two men, sending lightning streaking through her veins, and her stomach did a flip-flop low down inside. Her pussy throbbed and she knew she was wet, probably wetter than she’d ever been in her life.
“Beautiful,” Nick agreed, hands still caressing her thighs, getting closer and closer to that place she ached to be touched. She shamelessly parted her legs and a wicked smile curved his mouth. He shoved the skirt of her dress up to reveal her panties and both men’s gazes dropped to between her legs. She closed her eyes against the scorching heat she saw in their eyes, and against the stabbing sensation in her pussy.
“Oh, Kaelin,” Nick said. “Holy hell. These are the prettiest panties I’ve ever seen.”
She couldn’t even remember what she’d put on that morning, and lifted her head to look at the black lace triangle with pink velvet bows on her hips. Mmm, yes, these were a nice pair. Nick covered the front of her panties with his hand and pressed there. He slid his fingers lower, between her legs, cupped her pussy and she throbbed into his palm.
“So hot. I can feel how wet you are.” Nick glanced at Tyler. “She’s really wet.”
Any other time, if they’d talked about her to each other in front of her like that, she’d have been annoyed, but at that moment it felt so hot, so
powerful
, to hear them, to know how much she was affecting them too. She felt beautiful. Desirable.
She studied their flushed cheeks and glittering eyes, let her gaze track down over their bodies gleaming with a faint sheen of perspiration. The temperature in the room had to be close to sauna-like, the way they were all burning up.
Like a dream, a fever dream, she let them slide her dress all the way down over her hips and off. Then Tyler refastened her arms to the headboard. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re not getting free that easy.”
She lay there before them in her bra and panties and they gazed down at her with hot eyes. Then Tyler sighed and slid his hands behind her back. ”This has to come off.”
Nick tugged her unfastened bra off, baring her to them. Her breasts felt full and lifted higher as she took a deep breath in, the tips hard and aching. She licked her lips and swallowed.
“Sweet Jesus,” Nick muttered. He closed his eyes briefly. “So pretty, Kaelin.”
“Oh yeah.” Taylor sat back to admire her too.
She’d never experienced anything like this. Well duh. Of course she hadn’t. But it was their slow and appreciative way of undressing her and touching her that she’d never experienced. Not that she had that much sexual experience. But most guys seemed to be in a big hurry to get her clothes off, grope her breasts, maybe give her nipples a little attention and then get inside her.
But not these two. They took their sweet time, drawing out every moment, every touch, every lingering look until need clawed inside her, consumed her, fiery heat torching her body, until she lay naked on the bed.
“Oh god,” she whimpered, moving her legs restlessly. Nick slid a hand up the inside of her knee, sending more sparks sizzling over her skin. “Oh my god.”
“Now,” Tyler said, his mouth carnal as he looked down at her. “Now we get to taste you.”
Her pussy spasmed in anticipation. She rolled her head on the pillow, relishing this moment of complete helplessness, of dark anticipation, of sweet surrender. She wanted to feel guilty about the pleasure, about the wickedness of it, but how could she, when all responsibility was taken away from her?
“Let us take you there,” Tyler whispered. He met her eyes and something passed between them, something she thought was understanding. “You can’t stop it now.”
She gave a tiny nod, looked at Nick. He too seemed to know what she was feeling. “Give yourself over to it,” he said. “And let us take over.”
They’d already taken over. And yet, instead of powerless, she felt powerful. Instead of fearful, she felt strong. Instead of bound, she felt free, free from having to think, free from having to be responsible and good.
This was what she wanted.
They
were who she wanted. Tears stung her eyes and she blinked at their glimmering images.
“Yes,” she said. “Do it. Take me there.”
Chapter Seven
Tyler understood her.
He understood why she wanted to be tied up, he completely got it and he knew Nick sure as hell got it too. She wanted to be bad, but she wanted someone else to take control. The idea that sweet Kaelin Daume had these wicked urges nearly blew his mind, which was already sizzling and smoking with the heat and electricity jolting through his body. He probably only had a few functioning brain cells left.
Those few functioning brain cells were trying to tell him to stop. They were trying to tell him he was going to regret doing this to Kaelin, in essence taking her virginity. Okay, she likely wasn’t a virgin, unless Cop Boy was actually gay, but Tyler was pretty sure she’d never done anything like this before and he was going to deflower her, so to speak. Debauch her. Corrupt her. Like he did everything else in his life. She was a glow of sweetness and goodness and unselfishness and he was going to take her and darken that glow.
Fuck.
But when he looked at her body, stretched out on the bed, arms bound above her head and her eyes watching him with heated arousal, those last few brain cells went up in smoke. She was gorgeous. She hid a sexy, sexy body beneath her modest clothing, but then he’d known from ten years ago what her body looked like in little cutoff shorts and bikinis. That summer…god, that summer she’d tortured him. It had been hot, hot and dry, and he swore every time he saw her she wore less and less.
He didn’t know where to start with her, wanted to taste her, wanted to eat her up, basically inhale her. He could start at her mouth and work his way down. Or he could start with her toes and work his way up. He looked at Nick.
“Kiss her,” Nick said.
Tyler’s chest expanded and he shifted on the bed over her, while Nick moved down. Reaching for her face, he cupped her jaw and, stretching out beside her, he kissed her. Long, slow, wet. He slid his tongue into her mouth, rubbed his fingertips over her soft face, gently sucked her tongue, bit her lips so softly. Her soft little whimpers inflamed him and made him want to go faster, harder, but he leashed that urge and kept it slow and gentle. She was tied up. Couldn’t go anywhere. There was no need to rush.
And she was right. This was one night. One night with Kaelin and then he’d have to get the hell out of town. Again.
Why did he keep screwing up his life?
He pushed that thought away to worry about later, right now was for Kaelin and making the most of this chance. He’d forgone this incredible gift ten years ago, tried to do the right thing, although somehow he’d screwed that up too, but this time he was taking it. He’d have to deal with the consequences, but he was taking it.
He licked her mouth, kissed her cheek, her jaw, breathed in that scent of fruit and flower, like green apple and honeysuckle, sweet and delicious. “You smell good,” he murmured, nose pressed to her neck, filling himself with that warm and wonderful scent.
He shot a glance down her body and watched Nick lift one of her small feet and kiss it, his eyes closed, mouth open. So fucking hot.
Tyler opened his mouth on the side of Kaelin’s neck and gently sucked, then kissed his way lower, over her collarbone and onto the soft flesh below. Her breast brushed his jaw and he forced himself to go slowly, to kiss between her breasts. She drew in a sharp breath and arched her back in a silent invitation.
Sweat built on his skin, heat rushed through his body. His dick rubbed against Kaelin’s hip through his underwear and he wanted that barrier between them gone. He stripped off his boxer briefs and moved back beside her while Nick moved higher, kissing Kaelin’s legs and parting them. The scent of her arousal rose to his nose and his cock twitched hard, blood pulsing through his veins in hot surges.
He lifted his head to gaze down at her, wanting the visual, wanting it all, the taste of her, the smell of her, and then, Christ yeah, the feel of her as he dragged his tongue over a nipple, all tight and hard. She gasped and he licked again, and then took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. It fit perfectly between his tongue and the roof of his mouth and she tasted like warm desire.
“Sweet baby,” he mumbled against her flesh. “So damn sweet.”
Her body writhed and again Tyler glanced at Nick, his hands now parting Kaelin’s thighs, studying her, an absorbed expression on his face. He was about to send her rocketing up, and Tyler’s body tightened even more. He cupped Kaelin’s other breast and gently squeezed, resumed his suckling, then found her other nipple with his fingers and tugged.