“I try, darlin’. I try.”

She glanced toward the closed door behind them. “Is Ry still on the phone with his uncle?”

“Yeah. He’s attempting to wrap it up, but it might be a while.”

Holidays were tough for Charlie Hollister since he’d lost his wife on Christmas Day ten years ago. She knew that Ry felt incredibly guilty not being able to spend more time with his uncle, despite knowing that his cousins were there to watch over Charlie day and night and ensure that the depression didn’t result in him holing up in his house. “He’s a good nephew.”

“I was thinking of suggesting the three of us pop in on Charlie sometime before Christmas Day. That’s if you don’t mind.”

She squeezed Bram’s hand. “That’s a wonderful idea. Count me in.”

Bram stared at her for a long moment without saying anything. Unsettled by the intensity in his eyes, she nibbled her lip. “What is it? Do I have something stuck in my teeth?” Damn spinach salad.

“No.” He glanced toward the bar before lowering his voice. “You have no idea how damn much I want to kiss you right now.”

“Oh.” Her gaze slipped to Bram’s lips, and she imagined their firm pressure upon hers, the coaxing glide of his tongue.

“Christ, Lace. If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna want to do a lot more than kiss you. Right here with everyone watching.”

She took a shuddering breath before refocusing on the revelers partying on the dance floor. Bram’s fingers trailed down her spine and lingered near her tailbone, dangerously close to dipping into the crease of her ass. “Come home with us tonight. We can relax in the hot tub. Drink some wine. Fall in bed together and fuck like rabbits.”

She gave a shaky laugh. “You really know how to tempt a gal.”

“Is that a yes?”

She nodded. “But only because I’m dying to soak in the hot tub.”

His grin let her know that she didn’t have him fooled.


Three hours later, Bram’s tongue was inside her mouth, delivering the lush, blistering kiss he’d enticed her with back at the Dockside. Meanwhile, Ry’s tongue was swirling over her clit. They hadn’t even made it out of the entryway of Bram’s house. Gasping, she dug her fingers into Bram’s shoulders, holding on for dear life as a fierce, unexpected orgasm swept her up in its riptide. She cried out, her thighs reflexively clamping around Ry’s head. He groaned, each tug of his lips, teeth and tongue extending the beating pulse of her climax until she thought she’d pass out from the overwhelming pleasure of it.

Weak and incredibly sated, she slumped back on the rug with a satisfied sigh. “That. Was. Amazing.”

Ry and Bram both chuckled and stroked her arms and legs. Bram nuzzled her neck, his teeth nipping her lightly. “Does this mean you’re not mad about having to wait an extra few minutes for the hot tub?”

“Keep giving me orgasms like that and I’ll never be mad again. About anything.”

“Deal,” Bram and Ry said in unison. While Bram went to get the hot tub ready, Ry stretched over her and claimed her mouth. She could taste herself on his tongue. The reminder of what he’d been doing to her seconds ago triggered a renewed spiral of desire. She twined her arms around him, holding him close. The familiar emotional rush seized her, making her tremble.

Ry lifted his head and looked at her. His fingertips traced her cheek. “Thank you.”

She giggled. “Um, shouldn’t I be the one saying that right now?”

He rubbed his nose over hers, his rumbling laugh vibrating beneath her hands. “I was referring to you coming over tonight.”

She ruffled her fingers through the ends of his hair, and he closed his eyes, his contented moan leaking free. The lines of fatigue furrowed in his forehead softened. “That feels good. I love the way you touch me.”

“I love touching you.” She gently raked her nails down the nape of his neck, making him shiver. Something squeezed around her heart, the constriction both sweet and terrifying.

This was about sex. Nothing more.

“Hey, you guys coming?” Bram called from the back of the house.

Grateful for the much-needed distraction from the emotion cramping her chest, Lacey let Ry help her to her feet. Twining their fingers together, he walked with her to the rear deck, where a dense cloud of steam rose from the bubbling hot tub recessed in the teak decking. A buck-naked Bram was busy shoveling a path through the freshly fallen snow. Fortunately a tall privacy fence blocked his neighbors’ view of his backyard.

She shook her head in amused disbelief. “He’s freaking nuts.”

Ry snorted. “You’re just now figuring that out?” He quickly shucked his own clothes and took her hand again. “Ready to make a dash for it?”

Considering it had to be no more than twenty degrees out, a leisurely pace was out of the question. Steeling herself, she nodded. Ry shoved open the door and swept her up into his arms, gallantly saving her feet from the snow-packed deck. The brisk chill that instantly enveloped her still made her teeth chatter. Not dilly-dallying, Ry hoofed it down the cleared path and lowered her into the swirling depths of the hot tub before hopping in after her. His blissful groan echoed hers. “Damn, I’m never getting out of this thing.”

She sank deeper into the tub, letting the hot, muscle-relaxing water ease away her cares. After stacking some towels on the nearby stand, Bram climbed into the tub with them. She moved over into the molded seat, making room for him, and ended up positioned squarely in front of one of the jets. A constant stream of air bubbles bobbed between her legs. The sensation acted like a sensual powder keg to her already over-primed body. She bit back a moan and wiggled, but that only seemed to make things worse. Sexy chuckles floated from Ry and Bram, hinting that they knew precisely the torment she was going through.

A second later, Bram’s hand brushed along her thigh. “What’s the matter, darlin’? Bubbles feeling a little too good?” His fingers combed through the curls covering her mound before teasing over her clit. Unable to help it, she arched into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. Bram’s mouth closed around the sensitive juncture where her jaw and neck met, the lazy motion of his fingers never losing their persuasive rhythm. Her toes curled and her body bucked under the unrelenting wave of the orgasm that slammed into her.

Bram wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her through the ceaseless quakes. Dimly she heard splashing. She dragged her eyes open to see Ry fumbling through the pile of towels. A second later he held up his prize—a condom packet. His dark, determined gaze locked with hers, he ripped the foil open with his teeth and made short work of sheathing his breath-stealing erection. He plowed through the water toward them and stooped to plunder her mouth, his tongue thrusting inside in an assertive glide that made her pussy clench. All she could think about was being impaled on his cock, losing herself to the ecstasy it could deliver.

As if he’d read her mind, Ry broke the kiss and nipped her earlobe with a growl. “I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, you’re going to be feeling me for the next week.”

His husky promise coaxed a renewed flurry of tremors through her body. She wrapped her legs around him, but he surprised her by unhooking them from his hips and lifting her from the seat. His purpose became clear when he faced her away from him and toward Bram, who had hefted himself onto the edge of the hot tub. Steamy rivulets of water streamed down Bram’s abdomen and matted the trim patch of hair nestled at the base of his straining cock. She took one look at his glistening shaft and began salivating. With a hungry groan, she leaned forward and engulfed him in one downstroke of her mouth. The muscles in Bram’s six pack became even more defined as they tensed. He gripped the ledge of the tub, his knuckles whitening.

Ry widened her stance before positioning his cock against her slit. “Put your arms around him, baby. You need something to hold on to because I’m going to fuck you hard.”

She moaned, the sound muffled by Bram’s cock. Dutifully she obeyed Ry’s command. No sooner did she grasp Bram’s waist when Ry slammed into her, sinking to the hilt in one powerful thrust. His pistoning hips pinned her to the side of the hot tub, aligning her pussy with the pulsating jet. The intense vibrations beating against her clit combined with the thick, rock-hard shaft hammering into her slick flesh hurtled her into a place where coherent thought no longer existed. Her world narrowed down to the two cocks claiming total possession of her. In this moment, she no longer owned her body. They did.

Sucking Bram deeper, she looked up to find him watching the motions of her mouth. Moonlight silvered his eyes, making him appear mysterious. And incredibly sexy. She swallowed, working him with her throat muscles. He tipped his head back, the cords in his neck straining. The need to make him come was overwhelming. She wanted to see the pleasure washing over his face while his seed spurted down her throat. The desperate desire to feel and hear Ry lost in his own orgasm was no less consuming.

Releasing one arm from Bram’s waist, she cupped his balls, massaging them softly as she bobbed her head faster. His thighs tensed, a ragged groan tearing from him. She lifted her hips slightly, knowing Ry would now feel the full force of the jets. His thrusts faltered before doubling in intensity. She sobbed around Bram’s cock, struggling to defeat the insistent ripples luring her toward climax. Ry fucked her harder, deeper, his silent demand louder than words. They wouldn’t come without her falling into the abyss first.