One Wicked Night

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.

They both moved, Tyler down to the foot of the bed where he grabbed Kaelin’s legs and dragged her toward him. But Nick slid off the bed.

“Hold on,” he said, and disappeared into the bathroom, returning seconds later with a package that he opened with a rustle. Jesus. Thank Christ Nick still had a functioning brain, ’cause Tyler hadn’t even thought of protection, which was damn stupid. With a look of gratitude, Tyler took the condom from him and quickly rolled it on while Kaelin watched and Nick climbed back on the bed, took hold of her hands and pinned them to the bed on each side of her head.

Her eyes flickered and she looked up at Nick. He smiled reassuringly at her.

“I don’t need to be held down anymore,” she said quietly. “And I want to touch you. Both of you.”

Nick released her hands and bent to kiss her mouth while Tyler watched, throbbing with hot anticipation. The scent of feminine arousal filled his head, driving him insane with lust, and he gazed at her slender body, the lamplight gilding her curves, highlighting the dark curls above her pussy. Oh man. Something expanded inside him, thick and hot, almost scary. He bent his head to taste her, pressing his tongue to her sweet, hot center, and when her fingers slid into his hair and she murmured his name, he was lost. Consumed by fiery sensation, heat and light and urgent need. He licked her again, so gently, his tongue sliding over her liquid sweetness, finding her clit, so sensitive. He covered it with his mouth and sucked, but he didn’t want her to come yet, so he lifted his mouth and moved over her. Her taste lingered in his mouth and their eyes met.

She spread her legs farther for him, her face luminous below him, eyes big and dark, and he went onto his knees, widespread, and lifted her thighs. His cock nudged her entrance, scalding him with her wet heat and he groaned. “Kaelin. Oh god, Kaelin. Your pussy is so hot and wet. So sweet.”

She focused on him, and that intense concentration on him alone went straight to his head. Nick’s hands caressed her breasts, and when Tyler glanced at him, he saw Nick was focused too, his gaze intent on where Tyler and Kaelin were joined.

She made more soft little sex sounds as he eased into her, and she was so hot and tight he was afraid he wasn’t going to get all the way inside her before he came. He gritted his teeth, withdrew and pressed in, again and again. She was fucking amazing, holding his cock in a tight grip, the friction of her slick inner walls like a drug, an intravenous drug shooting through his veins. The tingling at the base of his spine increased, the pressure built inside him, his balls boiling but he had to…had to make her…and then she touched herself, found her clit and rubbed, her eyes falling closed, head going back again, and as Nick pinched her nipples and Tyler gave one more hard thrust into her softness, she cried out again, a sound of pure ecstasy and delight and Tyler came too. Fire raced from his balls and out his cock and he too shouted and groaned his pleasure, the surge of sensation almost unbearable, his body jerking in wrenching pulses.

“Fuck,” he gasped, collapsing over her. “Fuck me.”

Her hands slid over his back, damp with sweat, holding him against her and he panted beside her as she too gasped for air. And then another hand, bigger, heavier, came to rest on his shoulder. Nick. Both of them touching him. For some reason that made him feel strangely emotional and his throat actually tightened up. Luckily no one could see his face and they all stayed like that for long moments while the room gradually stopped spinning and the heat scorching his body faded to a warm glow.

What had she done?

Kaelin knew she should feel something bad–guilt or regret or even shame.

But dammit, all she felt was a rapturous glow of pleasure, her body still pulsing around Tyler inside her.

It was hard to believe after all these years this had actually happened. Maybe it was just a dream, another of those erotic dreams she often had. But no. Tyler’s body was hot and solid and heavy on hers, even though he took some of his weight on his elbows. And Nick sat beside them, stroking her damp hair off her forehead.

She would keep this memory for the rest of her life, and she passed the next few moments reliving every touch, every word, every sensation, storing them carefully away, wanting to be able to recall those details. The smell of Tyler’s hair and skin, warm hints of exotic spice and cedar, the texture of his hair beneath her fingers, the satisfying fullness she felt with him inside her. The gentleness of Nick’s touches, his fingers on her nipples, the sweetness of his tongue on her. The beauty of both their bodies, Nick so thickly muscled and brawny, Tyler’s muscles leaner and more elegant.

“Am I squashing you?” Tyler murmured, lifting off her. Their skin clung damply, and as he withdrew from inside her she let out a soft sigh, disliking very much that feeling of separation.

“No, I’m fine.”

Tyler disappeared into the bathroom, no doubt to get rid of the condom, and returned a moment later, walking across the room with long-legged athletic grace, naked and breathtakingly gorgeous. She sighed again.

Nick drew the covers up over all three of them, him on one side of her, Tyler on the other. What was supposed to happen now?

The two men slid their arms around her and pressed their heated bodies against her and she couldn’t bring herself to move. She lay there between them, Nick petting her shoulder, Tyler’s hand resting on her stomach. “I should go,” she said, not moving a muscle.

“Stay,” Nick murmured. “One night. Remember?”

“I’m hungry,” Tyler said and amusement bubbled up inside her.

“There’s a vending machine down the hall,” Nick said.

“Huh.” Tyler sounded interested but made no move, either. “Maybe in a few minutes.”

They lay like that for a while, and Kaelin thought she might have drifted off to sleep, floating on a sensual cloud of pleasure, until the bed moved as Tyler hauled himself out of it. She watched him step into a pair of jeans he retrieved from his suitcase, zipping them but not buttoning them. They rode dangerously low on his hips and he turned his back to grab his wallet from the dress pants he’d had on earlier, giving her a view of the deep ridges of muscle on either side of his spine and the twin indentations at the base, the jeans so low she was afraid he might be soon revealing that incredible ass. “Back in a minute,” he said, and left the room.

Kaelin turned her gaze to Nick, thinking he might be asleep, but he watched her solemnly. “Okay?” he murmured, lifting a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

She blew out a breath. “Yes. I’m okay.”

“You’ve wanted that for a long time.”

She pressed her lips together, lowered her eyes and didn’t answer.

“Or should I say, you’ve wanted him for a long time.”

Her eyes flew up to meet his.

“It’s okay, Kaelin. I understand. But I want you to know…I want you too.”

Heat swept over her and her tummy did a flip. “Oh, Nick.” She laid her hand on his cheek. While he didn’t incite the same tornado of feelings inside her that Tyler did, she’d thought about him a lot too, that summer they’d hung out together, wondering what it would be like to kiss him, to touch him. She liked him so much, and there was no denying the physical attraction she still felt for him. So when he moved his face toward hers on the pillow, she met him halfway and kissed him back. Warm and gentle, his kiss had her skin tingling all over and her breasts aching again.

The door opened and shut. They dragged their mouths apart to look at Tyler, walking toward them in those sexy, low-slung jeans, the muscles of his abs outlined and disappearing in a V below the open waistband. Any woman who’d run into him in the hall had gotten a treat.

He lifted a brow at seeing them kissing but said nothing, tossing several bags onto the bed. From under one arm he pulled out two bottles of water.

Nick pushed up and reached for a bag. “Chips. Excellent.”

“Plain and all-dressed. And Doritos.”

The guys ripped open the bags and they sat there, Tyler cross-legged and bare-chested on the end of the bed, Nick still in his underwear and her naked with a sheet over her, devouring the junk food. God, Doritos had never tasted so good.

And then something struck her.

The hotel room had only one bed. The hotel room that Tyler and Nick were sharing.

Her fuzzy brain sharpened, thoughts coming together, and she paused with a chip halfway to her mouth. She tipped her head to one side, looked from Tyler to Nick and back again.

“What?” Tyler mumbled.

She swallowed. “I just noticed something.”

“What?”

“This room only has one bed.”

“Yeah.” When Tyler’s eyes met hers, she knew he knew what she was asking.

He looked at Nick. Nick looked at him. They both looked back at her.