free hand, twining their fingers together. “Give us a chance, Lace. We’ll prove to you that it’ll work.”
Temptation beckoned, strong and persistent, but she wasn’t ready to completely throw caution to the wind. As it was, her heart pounded out of control with the compromise she was about to suggest. She was terrified at the prospect of it, but she suspected that she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t at least dip her toes into the forbidden waters. “O-one item on the list. If any of us feel even the slightest bit weird about everything, it ends there, understood?”
Both men smiled, obviously convinced the outcome would be in their favor.
“Deal.” Ry leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, presumably sealing the agreement. He lifted his head and his lips tugged upward. “But Bram and I get to pick the item.”
She opened her mouth to protest just as Bram squeezed her left butt cheek, making her squeak instead. Voices came from the vicinity of the kitchen, announcing that the cooks had arrived to begin prepping for the day. Ry and Bram immediately released her, but not before offering her matching stares that smoldered.
Her mouth went dry even as her pussy became unbelievably wet.
Oh God, what have I just gotten myself into?
Chapter Six
Ry glanced at the clock hanging over the bar as he listened with half an ear to the story Hank Lewiston—one of the Dockside’s regulars—was regaling him with. Fortunately it was a tale seventy-eight-year-old Hank was fond of recounting, meaning that Ry had heard it more than a few dozen times and could easily recite it himself if the need arose.
He couldn’t remember being this anxious for a workday to end. Of course, being treated to the occasional glimpse of Lacey for the past eight hours and remembering the soft texture of her lips beneath his and the wet, tentative glide of her tongue only amped his torment and made him hard as stone.
If anyone had told him before today that he’d be itchy with anticipation over the prospect of sharing Lacey with Bram, he’d have accused them of being fucking crazy. While he did wish he’d be going solo on this seduction, the truth was he’d take Lacey any way he could have her. If that meant agreeing to a package deal, so be it. At least it would be with Bram. There’d be no damn way he could watch any other man sinking his cock into Lacey and not want to rip their balls off. Plus it helped having that previous experience with Bram. He knew what to expect, and in an odd way, they worked pretty well as a team when it came to pleasing a woman in bed. Shannon—their one-night stand—sure hadn’t complained. If anything, she’d been disappointed when he and Bram declined her offer of another future rendezvous. But he and Bram had gone into it knowing they didn’t want to make it permanent. There’d been no sense in leading the woman on. So they’d happily parted ways that night, and he’d been convinced it’d be a fond memory never to be repeated. Certainly not with Lacey.
Despite his best efforts to pay attention to the rest of Hank’s rambling tale, Ry’s thoughts wandered to the upcoming evening. He and Bram had come to the same conclusion that they needed to get the ball rolling fast, before Lacey got cold feet and changed her mind. He knew how she tended to overanalyze things. If they gave her even a day to mull the situation over, she’d find a million more reasons to talk herself out of it.
He intended to do everything in his power to keep that from happening. He wasn’t averse to using all of his sexual wiles to seduce her into this threesome, and he knew Bram was more than game too.
As if the man in question had read Ry’s mind, Bram stepped into view at the opposite end of the bar and gave a subtle nod toward the rear hallway. Taking the hint, Ry clapped the back of Hank’s shoulder. “Hold on a sec. I’ve got to go check on something in the kitchen.”
Hank shrugged before shifting
Temptation beckoned, strong and persistent, but she wasn’t ready to completely throw caution to the wind. As it was, her heart pounded out of control with the compromise she was about to suggest. She was terrified at the prospect of it, but she suspected that she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t at least dip her toes into the forbidden waters. “O-one item on the list. If any of us feel even the slightest bit weird about everything, it ends there, understood?”
Both men smiled, obviously convinced the outcome would be in their favor.
“Deal.” Ry leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, presumably sealing the agreement. He lifted his head and his lips tugged upward. “But Bram and I get to pick the item.”
She opened her mouth to protest just as Bram squeezed her left butt cheek, making her squeak instead. Voices came from the vicinity of the kitchen, announcing that the cooks had arrived to begin prepping for the day. Ry and Bram immediately released her, but not before offering her matching stares that smoldered.
Her mouth went dry even as her pussy became unbelievably wet.
Oh God, what have I just gotten myself into?
Chapter Six
Ry glanced at the clock hanging over the bar as he listened with half an ear to the story Hank Lewiston—one of the Dockside’s regulars—was regaling him with. Fortunately it was a tale seventy-eight-year-old Hank was fond of recounting, meaning that Ry had heard it more than a few dozen times and could easily recite it himself if the need arose.
He couldn’t remember being this anxious for a workday to end. Of course, being treated to the occasional glimpse of Lacey for the past eight hours and remembering the soft texture of her lips beneath his and the wet, tentative glide of her tongue only amped his torment and made him hard as stone.
If anyone had told him before today that he’d be itchy with anticipation over the prospect of sharing Lacey with Bram, he’d have accused them of being fucking crazy. While he did wish he’d be going solo on this seduction, the truth was he’d take Lacey any way he could have her. If that meant agreeing to a package deal, so be it. At least it would be with Bram. There’d be no damn way he could watch any other man sinking his cock into Lacey and not want to rip their balls off. Plus it helped having that previous experience with Bram. He knew what to expect, and in an odd way, they worked pretty well as a team when it came to pleasing a woman in bed. Shannon—their one-night stand—sure hadn’t complained. If anything, she’d been disappointed when he and Bram declined her offer of another future rendezvous. But he and Bram had gone into it knowing they didn’t want to make it permanent. There’d been no sense in leading the woman on. So they’d happily parted ways that night, and he’d been convinced it’d be a fond memory never to be repeated. Certainly not with Lacey.
Despite his best efforts to pay attention to the rest of Hank’s rambling tale, Ry’s thoughts wandered to the upcoming evening. He and Bram had come to the same conclusion that they needed to get the ball rolling fast, before Lacey got cold feet and changed her mind. He knew how she tended to overanalyze things. If they gave her even a day to mull the situation over, she’d find a million more reasons to talk herself out of it.
He intended to do everything in his power to keep that from happening. He wasn’t averse to using all of his sexual wiles to seduce her into this threesome, and he knew Bram was more than game too.
As if the man in question had read Ry’s mind, Bram stepped into view at the opposite end of the bar and gave a subtle nod toward the rear hallway. Taking the hint, Ry clapped the back of Hank’s shoulder. “Hold on a sec. I’ve got to go check on something in the kitchen.”
Hank shrugged before shifting
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