Jodi Redford - The Naughty List

She gave herself over to the orgasm, giving it full rein to shatter through her and break her into a million pieces. Her reward was Ry and Bram’s echoing shouts of ecstasy as their cocks emptied inside her. Her glow of completion cocooned her in a comforting haze of contentment.

Sex this amazing didn’t have a damn thing to do with love. It was all based on body chemistry. And two men who knew every trick in the book to get her off, and weren’t afraid to use them. But even as Ry scooped her from the water and passed her into Bram’s outstretched arms, Jana’s accusing tone ghosted through Lacey’s mind.

I think you’re fooling yourself.

Joy and happiness bubbled inside Bram as he soaped Lacey’s back while Ry took care of her front. Their fingers met between her legs and she moaned.

“Do you two ever get tired of sex?”

Bram chuckled. “Don’t count on it. At least not when it comes to you, darlin’.” He couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than spend the rest of his days loving her every way he could.

“Well as much as I hate to say no to a potential orgasm, I promised your sister we’d swing by Wicked Delights this morning and pick up her contribution to our toy drive before heading out to cut down your Christmas tree.”

A wicked devil riding his shoulder, Bram smacked her left butt cheek, making her squeal. He grinned. “Excellent idea. Ry and I can buy you a toy while we’re at it.”

She snorted. “Why do I get the feeling mine won’t be a teddy bear?”

The three of them took turns rinsing beneath the spray before stepping from the shower and toweling off. He and Ry tried their damnedest to coax Lacey into a little hanky-panky instead of getting dressed right away, but her determination to arrive at Jana’s within the hour wouldn’t be thwarted. So with his cock throbbing like a motherfucker, he climbed into the backseat of Ry’s F250 and buckled up.

The drive to Wicked Delights went by fast, mostly because Ry and Lacey insisted on teasing him the whole way about his long-standing tradition of waiting till the last minute to get his tree. He held up his hands in defense. “Hey, when you’re able to get a seven-foot blue spruce for less than twenty bucks, then you can mock.”

“Hmm, would it have to be one that actually holds its needles for longer than a day?” Lacey shot back as she reached for her door handle.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

Ry pocketed his keys. “Nope.”

They all climbed out and made their way to the shop. Jana looked up from the selection of sheer teddies she was folding as they stepped inside. “Oh good. I wasn’t sure you’d remember.” She hurried toward the stockroom, presumably to grab her donation for the toy drive.

Bram strode to the display his sister had been arranging and picked up one of the flimsy negligees. His brows waggled as he held it against the front of Lacey’s coat. “Hell, you might be getting a teddy after all.”

She rolled her eyes. Despite her refusal to laugh at his incredibly brilliant joke, he searched through the lingerie for the right size. The pink mesh would look and feel incredible against her skin. He was already getting hard thinking about her modeling it. Jana returned to the register with a large, gift-wrapped package. Lacey started to head in that direction, but he tucked her hand in his and swung her around, leading her toward the section of the shop that carried the more risqué items. Ry had beaten them to the aisle, and judging from the collection of goodies stacked in his arms, he’d been making good use of his time.

Lacey’s eyes widened. “What’d you do? Pick out one of everything?”

Ry grinned. “Just trying to support Jana’s business.” His gaze fell on the teddy in Bram’s hand. “Mm, nice. You should try it on.”

Bram cleared his throat. “Thanks, but I’ve been told pink isn’t my color.”

“Smartass.” Ry snatched the lingerie from him and handed it to Lacey before steering her toward the fitting rooms. He and Bram piled into the cramped space with her, earning another of her exasperated eye rolls.

“You both could have waited outside, you know.”

Bram sat on the edge of the provided bench. Crossing his booted feet in front of him, he leaned back against the wall. “Sure, but where’s the fun in that?”

His pronouncement became confirmed when Ry began undressing Lacey in the sexiest strip show Bram ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Day-um. Just seeing Ry’s hands trailing over Lacey’s creamy skin was enough to get his blood pumping. Bram reached for his fly and adjusted himself.

Ry’s palm glided along the inner curve of her calf as she stepped into the teddy. With tormentingly slow movements, he inched the garment into place. As Bram had suspected, the peek-a-boo mesh looked fucking incredible on her. His breath hissed between his teeth. “Jesus.”

A hint of worry clouded Lacey’s eyes. “What? Do I look ridiculous?”

Bram gave his head a fierce shake. “Hell no. You look more delicious than cotton candy.” He licked his lips, already picturing her melting on his tongue.

Ry scooted back on his heels, his expression hinting that he shared a similar mental image as Bram. He reached around Lacey and grabbed one of the goodies he’d brought along with him before digging into his jacket pocket and pulling out the Swiss Army knife he always carried on his person.

Lacey eyed the knife warily. “Uh, should I be worried right now?”

“I’ll leave that for you to decide.” His eyes flashing with devilment, Ry cut through the outer packaging of the small bullet vibrator.

Lacey frowned. “I don’t think Jana’s going to appreciate you opening the merchandise before you purchase it.”

“I’ve got over two hundred dollars worth of stuff here. Trust me, she won’t complain.” Ry eased aside the crotch of the teddy. When Lacey caught on to his intention, she tried to clamp her thighs shut. Chuckling, he wedged his other arm between her legs, effectively hindering her attempt. He ducked his head and kissed her sweet spot. Lacey bit her lip and trembled. Her quivering turned into a shake when Ry began tonguing her slit. It took all the willpower Bram possessed not to free his cock and begin stroking it. Giving her clit a final lick, Ry slipped the vibrator into her pussy. Humming in approval, he tugged the teddy back in place and patted Lacey’s mound before snagging her jeans from the floor.

“Ry…”

“Hm, baby?”

She gaped at him. “Surely you don’t expect me to go out like this?”

“That’s precisely what I plan.” Ignoring her grumbles, Ry helped her get dressed. While she stalked slightly bowlegged from the fitting room, Ry held up the wireless remote for the vibrator. “Remind me to buy batteries from Jana.”

Bram bit back a laughing groan. Fuck, this was going to be the best—and hardest—morning of his life.

They joined Lacey at the register, and Jana sized up the purchases Ry dumped in front of her, obvious dollar signs tumbling around in her head. Bram noticed that his sister’s lips quirked as she took in the opened bullet vibrator package, but surprisingly she kept her sassy mouth shut. “Will this complete your order?”

“No, I’m also wearing one of those.” Her cheeks pinker than the teddy under her clothes, Lacey pointed toward the display Bram had swiped the garment from.

“All righty then.” Jana’s eyes twitching from the effort of holding in her mirth, she rang up the sale.

Bram tried to pass his share of the moolah to Jana, but Ry scooped up the cash and tucked it back in Bram’s palm. Ry’s mouth curled at one corner. “I believe an arsenal of vibrators trumps your turtle charm. Better luck next Christmas.”

Bram chuckled. “Well played, you crafty bastard.”

While Jana swiped Ry’s credit card she gave Bram an odd look. She glanced briefly at Lacey, who was whispering something in a heated undertone to Ry. No doubt Lace was demanding to know what the batteries were for.

Jana returned her focus to him. “I need to talk to you. Alone.”

“Okay. You have my cell phone number. But we’re leaving now to go get a tree. Probably better to call me later tonight.”

“No. Now. It’ll only take a minute.”

Shrugging, he gestured for Lacey and Ry to head out to the truck without him. Once they were gone, Jana got right to the point. One that he hadn’t been expecting. Certainly not from his hell-on-wheels sister. “I hope you know what you’re doing, playing these sex games with Lacey.”

“What do you mean?”

She folded her arms over her Betty Boop T-shirt. “You and I both know how vulnerable she is to getting hurt.”

Anger sliced through him. “You think that’s what Ry and I want to do? Hurt her? That’s the most fucking stupid thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I know you wouldn’t mean to. But it’s almost inevitable, don’t you think? For God’s sake, she’s in love with you guys.”

He stared at her, and Jana clamped a hand over her mouth, only to drop it a second later with an, “Oh shit.”

His heart began beating in triple time. “Did she tell you that?”

“No, but I always figured. She’s in major denial over it though.” She winced. “Why can’t I shut up? It’s like I have Tourette’s.” She sent him a pleading look. “Let’s pretend we never had this conversation, okay?”

Yeah, not fucking likely. “No problem.” He shoved his wallet into his rear pocket. “You gonna be at Ma and Pop’s Christmas Eve?”

“Of course.”

He started to back away from the register, but Jana’s pointed cough stalled him short. Her expression was more worried than ever. “Be careful with her heart.”