The worker popped his head through the opening. “Everyone ready back here?”

Ry squeezed her knee as the bullet started up again. “More than ready.”

Giving the thumbs-up sign, the driver moseyed to the John Deere. Lacey let out a frustrated gasp and swatted at Ry’s hand. “You are such a bastard.”

“No, baby. I’m marking off your wish list. You said you wanted public sex, well I’m giving you a small taste of it.” Ry’s fingers swept small, distracting figure eights over the denim covering her leg. “Be glad it’s as cold as it is. Otherwise I’d be tempted to ruck these jeans down right now and bury my mouth between your legs while that vibe is doing its thing.”

Bram leaned forward, his stare moving to her lap. “Holy shit. Don’t tell me the bullet’s been buzzing this whole time.”

“Mostly.” Ry’s palm smoothed along her clenched thigh. “Just enough to keep her busy wondering if she’d come apart in front of our friend up there.” He nodded his chin toward the driver, who was whistling off key in the cab of the tractor. The vehicle lurched forward, jostling them slightly on the bales of hay.

Ry’s gloved fingers continued wandering along the inner seam of her jeans until they rested against her crotch. The vibrations increased in tempo. “It’s exactly two minutes until we reach the parking lot. I timed it earlier. Think you can come before that, baby? Because I’m warning you right now, we’re not going to let up on you until you do.”

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.”