Jodi Redford - The Naughty List

“Y-yes. If I felt comfortable enough with him.”

Bram’s stare bored into her. “Would anyone else be there while this guy is balls-deep in your tight ass?”

She knew what he was asking. What he wanted to hear. “Yes,” she said on a whisper.

“Number seven?”

She swallowed, her fingers shaking on the keyboard. More than any of the others, this entry terrified her the most. It was one thing to fantasize about it. Typing it would somehow make it real and force her to spring the closet door on her deepest, darkest fantasy.

“You have to do it, Lace.” Another of Bram’s fingers stroked inside her pussy. It moved in countermotion to its partner. “Type the words and set yourself free.”

Oh God. Could she do it? Admit the one fantasy that’d sustained her for as long as she could remember? Trembling, she stared at the screen on her laptop. Words, just words. It meant nothing when she’d be the only one who ever saw them. She dragged in a deep breath and expelled it slowly. “I’d have a threesome with Ry and Bram.”

“Good girl.” The finger inside her pussy curved against her G-spot and rubbed determinedly. Bram’s mouth closed around her clit and sucked with firm, demanding pulses. He knew exactly what it took to trip her over the edge.

The orgasm crashed into her, making her shudder and gasp. Her pussy and ass milked Bram’s fingers, the quakes rocking her. All the while, Bram continued devouring her. Hungry, lusty groans vibrated against her flesh, telling her he was aroused just as much by his oral love fest as she was. Knowing how much he enjoyed going down on her only heightened her own pleasure.

The climax lasted forever, yet ended too soon. By the time she came to her senses, fantasy Bram had vanished, leaving her limp and sated.

And completely alone.

She always felt sexually satisfied after one of her solo sessions. Tonight was no exception. But this time she felt empty too. Awesome as the fantasy was, it would never be the real thing. She needed to come to grips with that.

Rolling onto her side, she stared at the list she’d created on her laptop. She started to hit the delete button, but the mocking voice paid a return visit to her head.

Goody-goody two shoes. That’s all you’ll ever be.

Gritting her teeth, Lacey hit save. Just to prove that her inner tormenter had her pegged all wrong, she sent a copy of the file to her work email so she could add to the list tomorrow.

“That’s right. Who’s the damn goody-goody now?” A spark of triumph banishing her earlier glumness, she logged off and returned the laptop to her dresser before flicking off the lights. As she climbed back into bed, one certainty flashed through her mind.

Tomorrow would be the first day of a new and naughty Lacey.

Bram pulled into his parking space outside the Dockside mere seconds before Ry’s Ford F-250 slid to a stop in the adjacent slot. Surprisingly, Lacey wasn’t there yet. Usually she beat them to the clock every morning. Then again, she’d had a rough day yesterday. The reminder of the role Olivia played in it made Bram see red all over again.

He knew part of the reason Olivia had been such an insensitive bitch was because she’d always been jealous of the tight friendship he and Lacey shared. One night when she’d gotten stupid drunk, Olivia had slurred accusations about Lacey lusting after him. God, if only Olivia knew the truth. The only one guilty of a major case of lust was him. For Lacey.

Sometimes he wondered if he hadn’t made a huge mistake agreeing to the pact with Ry about keeping their distance. With the bombshell Lacey dropped yesterday about dating again, this more than qualified as one of those times. How could he stand by and not do everything in his power to convince her to make him one of her eligible candidates?

There’d been more than one occasion when he’d debated the wisdom of him and Ry not just pouring their hearts out to Lacey and letting her decide if she could see herself with one of them. Yeah, it’d kill him if she picked Ry. But eventually one day he’d get over her, right?

Sure, maybe in my next lifetime. Blowing out a heavy breath, he cracked open the door of his Subaru Outback. An arctic blast buffeted the side of the vehicle, making the door rattle in his grip. Concerned the gust might decide to take off with part of his car, he clambered out and slammed the door shut. He reached the Dockside’s entrance just as Ry did. Bram wedged his key in the lock and pushed the door open. He let Ry take care of hitting the lights in the main section of the restaurant and went to check things in the kitchen. The astringent smell of disinfectant and industrial-grade floor cleaner announced that the janitorial crew had been through and worked their magic. A note was taped to the cooler door. More than likely the supply list from Kevin, the head chef.

Bram strode to the cooler and grabbed the note. He’d give it to Lacey so she could add the items onto their weekly shopping list.

The reminder of Lacey brought his thoughts spinning back around to her adamancy about dating again. Yeah, wanting to keep her safely out of reach of some faceless dude certainly made him a selfish bastard. She deserved to find her happily ever after.

He wished to hell it would be with him.

His fist tightening on Kevin’s note, Bram stalked toward the office he shared with Ry. The lights were already on and Ry was busy clearing some boxes of ornaments off his desk. Bram tossed the list on top of a stack of unopened mail and stared at the back of Ry’s head. “We can’t let her do it.”

“What choice do we have?”

It came as no surprise to Bram that Ry knew precisely who and what he’d been referring to. When it came to Lacey, they’d always been of the same mind. Well, mostly. “We can damn well tell her how we feel.”

Ry pivoted toward him, his eyes hot and his features haggard. He looked like shit. Probably hadn’t slept an iota last night. That made two of them. Ry slammed his arms over his chest. “Brilliant idea, Colton. I’m sure she’d love having to choose between her two best friends. Assuming she’d want either one of our asses.”

“True, but what if she ends up dating another dickwad like Dan? Are we supposed to stand by and let her get hurt all over again?”

Ry glared at him, obviously pissed by the question. “You damn well know I’d cut off my own arm before letting that happen.”

“There’s an easier, less drastic option than that.”

“We’re not making her choose.” Ry bit off each word with deadly precision.

In the back of his mind, he knew Ry was right. It wouldn’t be fair to foist that kind of decision on Lacey. And he valued her friendship too much to risk losing it. Still, the idea of watching her with another guy—someone who wasn’t him—made him sick inside. “It’s killing me, man.”

“I know.”

He stared Ry down, knowing full well that the anguished frustration in his best friend’s eyes was a match to his own. “So what do we do?”

“We support Lacey. Be there for her.” Ry sat down in his chair and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s what we’ve always done and will keep on doing.”

Having no argument for that, Bram cleared a path to his own desk and powered up his computer. He slid Ry another look. “For what it’s worth, if she did choose you, I’d be okay with it.”

Ry cocked an eyebrow. “Really?”

Despite the heaviness in his heart, Bram grinned. “Well, first I’d wipe the floor with your ass, but yeah, eventually I’d come to grips with it.”

Ry was quiet for a moment. He gazed at his keyboard, his dark eyebrows slashed low. “Guess if I had to step aside for anyone, I’d prefer it to be you.” He fiddled with his mouse. “But don’t go getting any ideas. Our traps are staying shut, understood?”

“Fuck, you’re a stubborn asshole.” Grumbling, Bram clicked on his email icon. He nearly groaned when he saw the number of new messages waiting for him. “How is it humanly possible to get two hundred new emails overnight?”

Ry grunted. “Bet you twenty bucks half of them are from internet porn sites.”

Bram chuckled. “Nah. I use my personal webmail for that shit.” He turned his head in time to catch Ry rolling his eyes. Returning his focus to the screen, Bram scanned down the column. “Ah damn. Maybe I spoke too soon. There’s one here called The Naughty List.” He moved the cursor to the delete button. Just as he was about to click it, he noticed who the sender was. “Wait, nope. It’s from Lacey.”

“She sent you something called The Naughty List?” There was no mistaking the disbelief in Ry’s voice.

“Yeah. Looks like she forwarded it from her home email. Must be a dirty joke or something.”

“From Lacey?”

Bram mentally tracked back to the reaction she’d given to his joke a couple days ago about the two hunters and the porcupine. “Okay. Probably not.” No longer able to contain his curiosity, he opened the file attachment and waited for it to download. Once it did and he read the top line, he choked on a stunted cough.

“What?” Ry demanded. “Is it a dirty joke? No fucking way.”

“Uh, not exactly.” Blinking a few times, Bram continued to the next numbered line. What he saw there made his mouth go drier than the Sahara. “What. The. Fuck?”

The casters on Ry’s chair creaked as he pushed to his feet. “Obviously I’ve got to check out whatever it is.”

Bram spared him the briefest glance. “Yeah. You do.” By the time Ry reached his side, Bram had read down to number five. Shock might have numbed his brain, but his cock was hard as a damn baseball bat. After a few seconds of rapt silence, a colorful swear word sprang from Ry. Bram shot him a glance. “Which one are you on?”