Текст книги "One Wicked Night"

Автор книги: Kelly Jamieson

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Chapter Six

Kaelin dragged air into her lungs, her heart racing, her skin hot. Pressure inside her made her feel as if she was going to explode, burst right out of her skin. She was so goddamn sick of hearing what a good girl she was.

“I’m not that good,” she said, panting as she looked from Nick to Tyler. Their faces wore identical expressions of shocked arousal. She knew they were attracted to her. Of course, she knew! She’d known from the moment she walked into the Wirth home yesterday and their eyes had met. She’d known ten years ago.

Ten years ago she’d had fantasies about Nick and Tyler that she’d admitted to no one, barely even to herself. After that day she’d seen them naked together with another girl, those fantasies had taken on a new life, become even wilder. Where before she’d had dreams of being with them one at a time, after that she had shocking, wicked dreams of being with them both. At the same time. Fantasies she’d never in a million years act on, because…dear lord, they were bad, so bad, and she was a good girl.

She was sick of being a good girl. Sick of being the dutiful daughter who looked after her poor brain-injured dad, who gave up her dreams to come home and care for him when her mom died, who volunteered to work at charity events, who organized a wedding for her best friend, who did everything for everyone else and never for herself.

She wanted so much to be bad, just once, just one incredible wild time, to see what it felt like, to know if that’s what was missing from her life.

And what could be badder than a threesome with two sexy guys?

“Kaelin,” Tyler’s voice rasped. “What the hell.”

She slid her arm around his neck and pulled him to her again, kissed him again, and this time he kissed her back, his mouth so hot and delicious, opening wide on hers, his tongue sliding in, stroking over hers. She moaned, let her fingers slide into his hair, holding the back of his skull, so big and solid. Tyler’s body radiated heat and a fine trembling and she longed to climb onto him and press up against him, her breasts aching, her pussy throbbing.

Nick’s body on the other side of her was even bigger and just as hot, burning against her hip and she dragged her mouth away from Tyler’s and turned back to him. She met his eyes, his silvery-gray eyes usually cool and calm, now blazing with heat. It was different with him, she couldn’t say exactly comfortable, because she still felt that ache, that flutter low down inside, but it wasn’t as intense and scary as with Tyler.

And when she leaned toward him, he lifted a hand and cupped her cheek, his mouth on hers not as demanding, gentler and slower, his lips not as full. She moaned softly, heard Tyler’s sharply drawn breath, felt his excitement as much as she felt Nick’s.

“Fuck,” Tyler whispered beside her. “Kaelin, what the fuck are you doing?”

Power rushed through her like an electrical surge and she pulled away from Nick and smiled.

“I want to be bad,” she said.

“What are you saying?” Desperation edged Tyler’s voice. His eyes looked searchingly into hers. “Christ, Kaelin, I thought you were the sober one.”

“I am sober.”

“You can’t do this, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes and looked as if someone had kneed him the nuts.

“Why not?” Her insides tightened. He wasn’t going to turn her down, was he? She was going way out on a limb here, she knew it, risking a lot, something she never, ever did, and if they rejected her, she wasn’t sure she’d survive the humiliation. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Fuck,” he groaned again and looked at Nick pleadingly.

“Kaelin,” Nick began, but she cut him off before he could be all rational and sane and talk her out of it.

“You’ve done it before,” she said challengingly. She looked back and forth between them as if daring them to deny it. And how could they? They all knew what had happened that night and what she’d seen.

“Oh Jesus.” Tyler looked as if he was in even more pain.

“Well, you have, haven’t you? You can’t deny it. I saw you. And that’s not the only time you’ve ever done that.” She paused. “Is it?”

Nick and Tyler looked at each other again.

“That’s not the point, honey,” Nick said, his voice gentle. He stroked her shoulder. “This is about you.”

“Yes! Exactly!” She sat up straighter. “This is about me! And I want this.”

“Both of us,” Tyler spoke.

“Yes.” She again looked back and forth between them, uncertainty starting to get the better of her, rising up inside her, overpowering this uncharacteristic recklessness. She fought it down, swallowed hard. “Yes.”

Tyler glanced around the empty lobby. “This probably isn’t the place for this conversation.”

Were they going to send her home? She gazed anxiously at them, arousal and excitement tangling with fear and caution.

Again Tyler and Nick shared a glance and she saw understanding pass between them.

“We’ll go up to our room,” Nick said, standing. He held out a hand and pulled her up, and Tyler rose too.

“You’re sharing a room?” she asked, walking across the carpeted lobby between them.

“Yeah.”

Okay. Whatever. She was pretty sure Avery had told her they shared an apartment in Chicago. They rode in silence up the elevator again, this time electricity sizzling in the air instead of alcohol fumes. Tyler pulled his wallet out and fished out the keycard, opened the door and let Kaelin precede him into the room.

They’d left a lamp on, a floor lamp by the desk. The rooms in the Red Maple Inn were nice, the nicest hotel in Mapleglen, but nothing special, so she didn’t pay much attention to the room or the décor, just clasped her shaking hands together and turned to face the two men.

She must have gone insane. How else could she explain this? She couldn’t blame intoxication—she’d only had a couple of glasses of wine at dinner, hours ago. Perhaps a mini stroke? Something that had damaged her frontal lobe or whatever, the part of her brain that knew right from wrong, good from bad, the part that controlled inhibition, like what had happened with her dad.

They stood there looking at her as if she were a bomb about to explode, sending each other sideways glances. They wanted it too, they had to, or they would have hustled her out the front door of the hotel. But they were being…gentlemen.

A smile tugged her lips. Never in a million years would she have thought to use that word to describe Tyler. Badass, troublemaker, devil—never a gentleman.

And yet, it didn’t seem inappropriate. He’d pushed her buttons, teased her and tormented her, but he’d never done anything to her that would make her truly fear him. The fear she felt was of her own reactions to him, the way he made her feel—inadequate, unsophisticated…aroused.

“What’s so funny?” Tyler demanded hoarsely.

“You are.”

He lifted one eyebrow, clearly unused to being the object of amusement.

“I thought you were such a bad boy,” she continued, moving toward them where they stood side by side. “What are you afraid of?”

He shook his head, a reluctant smile tipping up the corners of his mouth. His beautiful, sexy mouth. She wanted to lick his mouth. “That won’t work, sweetheart.”

Her own smile deepened. “I’m not trying to manipulate you.”

“Yes, you are. I’m just not sure why. Or where this is coming from. Or what happened to the real Kaelin Daume.”

She gave a soft laugh and came to a stop just in front of them. She laid a hand on Tyler’s chest and one on Nick’s. Nick covered her hand with his, Tyler reached out and rested a hand on her hip.

“I want one night of bad,” she said. “Is that so hard to understand?” She looked from Nick to Tyler. “You guys are leaving on Sunday. I have to stay here in Mapleglen for the rest of my life. Nothing like this will ever happen to me again.”

She saw the surrender in Tyler’s eyes, followed immediately by a flare of heat.

“Are you sure, Kaelin?” Nick asked quietly.

She held his gaze and nodded.

“Because we’re both too horny to say no to you,” Nick continued wryly, moving around behind her. “But you can stop this any time.” She held his gaze, turning to look over her shoulder as he moved. He set his hands on her waist and bent to rub his face on her hair. “Any time. Just say no. Right, Tyler?”

“Right.” The word sounded strangled.

“I trust you both,” she said. “There’s no one else I’d do this with.”

Tyler snorted and moved closer, pressing his hips against her. Pressing his erection against her. “You got that right,” he said enigmatically. What did that mean? But her thought got lost as he bent his head to kiss her again, heat washing through her like a molten river, and her head went empty as she turned herself over to sensation.

Nick pressed against her back, against her ass, hands on her hips, pulling her back against him, his mouth seeking and finding the side of her neck. His lips and his breath sent shivers cascading over her skin. Nerves had her shaking inside, excitement swelled up huge and potent. And Tyler kissed her mouth.

She’d grabbed him and kissed him earlier but she’d been so incensed and frustrated, she hadn’t had time to really enjoy it. The second kiss had been better. But this one…this time she lost herself in it, her hands on Tyler’s shoulders, all big bones and muscles, his tongue sliding into her mouth again and again in an erotic rhythm that had her blood pounding through her veins. His thumb on her chin pressed her mouth open wider for him, and she moaned as she opened to him, tasted him.

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.

She cried out and her pleasure sent a flash of fire through him. Yeah, he wanted to please her, he wanted Nick to please her, he wanted the two of them to make this so good for her. Because if she was going to risk it all to be bad, it had better be good.

A nearly overwhelming sense of responsibility tore through him, unfamiliar and unsettling, but it did nothing to diminish his lust. He’d get his satisfaction too, he was sure of that, but first came Kaelin’s.

Hopefully several times over.

He sucked and nibbled and licked both nipples until he lifted up to gaze down at them, reddened and stiff, shining in the lamp light. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “So fucking beautiful.”

Kaelin’s eyes were closed, her head back, small chin lifted, her chest raised to him, and then he looked at Nick, who’d pushed her thighs wider, opened her with his thumbs and was licking her.

Again, beautiful. Nick’s mouth on her, his tongue stroking her, and then his lips closing over her and sucking had Tyler reaching for his dick. He gave it several hard strokes, rubbed it against Kaelin’s hip. He was wet and the slick head slid on her skin. He felt her tighten against him, watched her face as her mouth opened, eyes squeezed shut and she came, hard, lifting her hips into Nick’s mouth, long, body-jolting pulses.

She didn’t come in silence, letting her feelings out in her wordless cries of delight. Fuck, that was hot.

Nick slowly lifted his face from between her legs, his lips gleaming with her syrup and Tyler wanted to kiss him and lick her taste off his lips. He glanced at Kaelin, wondering how she’d take that. His chest tightened and he met Nick’s eyes. How were they going to handle this?

Nick slid up the other side of her and instead kissed her, and Tyler watched, his dick throbbing painfully.

“Oh my god,” Kaelin moaned. “Oh my god.”

“Was it good, honey?” Nick asked.

“Oh god, yes, so good.” She still lay there, now limp, arms still stretched above her head. “You can untie me now.”

“Oh no,” Tyler said, stroking a hand over her stomach, rubbing in small circles. “Not yet.”

Her eyes opened, dazed and foggy.

“We aren’t nearly done, sweet baby,” he said, fingers brushing the underside of her breasts. “Not nearly.”

She blinked at him, her lips swollen, eyelids heavy.

“You said one night,” he reminded her. “Just this one night. So it’s going to be a long night, sweet baby.”

Her eyes widened, then drooped again as both men touched her, ran their hands over her body, the curve of her shoulder, the inside of her slender arms, which made her shiver, then her waist and hip.

“What do you want, Kaelin?” Tyler asked, dipping his finger into her navel.

She just turned her head from side to side on the pillow and bit her bottom lip.

She couldn’t ask for it. Somehow he had a feeling that all her life, what she’d wanted, what she’d needed, hadn’t really mattered, that she’d always put aside her own wants and needs. And now she couldn’t even ask for it.

He didn’t know how far she’d thought this through, this being with two men, so they were going to have to explore and feel her out. Ha. Literally. He smiled as he moved his hand lower, brushed over the tiny puff of curls then slipped between her thighs.

Wet. So wet. He dragged his fingertips over soft, swollen folds, cupped her pussy then slid his fingers deeper. He found the molten center of her, found her entrance and gently probed. Her moan encouraged him, and he played there more, spreading her slickness then pushing a finger deep inside her. Her hips moved on the bed.

Nick shifted and bent his head to Kaelin’s breasts, taking his turn to taste their sweetness, again a visual that set off a firebomb of heat in Tyler’s balls. Tyler divided his gaze between Kaelin’s pretty breasts and Nick, and his own fingers in her pussy. And then, carefully, he slid his fingers lower yet, all slippery with her lubrication, to find her back entrance. She jerked and her eyes flew open.

He played there, just rubbing over the puckered opening, watching her expression, but she didn’t stop him. Until he pressed his finger deeper.

Her mouth opened. “Tyler,” she gasped.

He met her eyes. “Have you done that?” he asked quietly.

She rolled her head side to side.

“Do you want to do that?”

“I don’t know.”

He smiled. It wasn’t a no, and he knew she wanted them to control things. But he really wanted to her to say it. Christ, his dick was so hard it hurt at the thought.

He dipped his head and took the nipple closest to him into his mouth, his face now so close to Nick’s their hair touched, both of them suckling on her.

“God!” she cried. “Oh god, that’s incredible.”

“Mmm.” He licked and then took the nipple between his teeth and bit, so gently, so carefully. Heat built higher and hotter inside him and he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last.

His fingers returned to her clit, swollen and hard, and rubbed there. Her body began to vibrate against them. Come for me, sweet baby. He wanted to do that for her, to make her feel so good. Her soft sounds increased in tempo and volume and he kept his fingers moving until she cried out again, her pussy lifting against his hand as she came.

“Beautiful,” he murmured with a last lick at her nipple.

Her breasts rose and fell as she panted for breath. “That was insane,” she gasped. “I can’t believe…I’ve never…”

Oh yeah, right, Cop Boy sucked in bed. She’d probably never had multiple orgasms. Tyler rolled his eyes as he fell to his back beside her. His cock pointed straight up and quivered and he had to stroke himself again, cup his throbbing balls.

“Kaelin.” Her name emerged from his mouth hoarsely.

“Mmm.”

“I want to fuck you.”

She said nothing and he turned his head to look at her. She met his gaze and heat exploded between them. “I certainly hope so,” she said, and he choked on a laugh.

“We’re going to have to untie your arms,” Tyler said regretfully. “They’ll go numb if we leave them like that too long.”

She searched his face with her gaze as he reached for the silk tie, understanding that yeah, he’d done this before. He released her arms and he and Nick each took one and gently lowered them, massaging her hands and the slight muscles in her arms.

“Okay?” Nick asked her. She nodded.

“I want you unbound when I fuck you,” Tyler growled. It had to be that way. Yeah, he liked a little bondage, got off on control, but the one thing he’d never, ever do, to anyone, was fuck them while they were tied up. “Nick’ll hold you.” He met Nick’s eyes and understanding passed between them, as it always did, wordless and unspoken.