One Wicked Night

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.”