Authors: Jodi Redford
The Naughty List (20 page)
Jace’s dissatisfaction with their lifestyle grows with every glimpse of sweet little Devi. Yet Marcus is too haunted by the pain of their shared past to give love a chance.
Despite their reputation for vanishing with the dawn, they discover one night with Devi isn’t nearly enough. And Devi finds herself falling in love with two very different men.
It’ll take more than explosive sex to light up the shadows surrounding the Callahan brothers’ secrets. But Devi’s never been afraid of the dark…
Warning: This title contains two sizzling men for the price of one, ménage a trois, oral sex, anal sex, fun toys, great food, and creative uses for syrup and dressing rooms.
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Glutton for Pleasure:
“I didn’t hear you knock.”
Devi spun around, her hand pressed against her chest. “Oh. Marcus. You startled me.”
“I was in the garage.”
He stood in the kitchen doorway in only a pair of unsnapped jeans. A sexy smear of grease highlighted his rock-hard abs. Involuntarily, her gaze slid over his bare chest, the arrow of hair that trailed into his open jeans. She was suddenly all too aware of the little toy she wore, forgotten while she’d toured the house.
“Um, Jace told me to just come on in. He’s upstairs, showering. I hope that’s okay.” He didn’t say anything. “I like your house. Or what I’ve seen of it.”
“Take off your clothes.”
She blinked. “Wow, you’re not one for social niceties, are you?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Not really.”
“Do you want a drink?”
Devi slicked her tongue over her lips. “No. I’m good.”
“Good. Take off your clothes.”
“Marcus.” She frowned, though she really wanted to laugh.
“I want to see if you’re wearing the stimulator.”
“I said I would, and I am.”
“You wore it from the minute we dropped you off?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Devi stared at him, confused. “What?”
He grinned and slid his hand into his pocket. The first gentle vibration had her legs stiffening in shock. The little box came alive, rubbing against her already-stiffened clit like the finger Jace had likened it to. She relaxed and allowed the slow pleasure to sink into her bones. Marcus didn’t allow her time to appreciate it, and he must have turned a dial up somewhere, because the vibrations against her over-stimulated clit increased in their intensity. She moaned and leaned against the couch, her legs boneless and incapable of supporting her weight.
A low male chuckle reached her. “I think we can believe her.”
She opened her eyes to find Jace standing in the room as well. Clad only in a sexy pair of black boxer briefs, water still glistening on his chest and hair, he watched her with a small smile and narrowed eyes already heated with lust.
Just as her climax yawned before her, the soundless stimulation ended. “What are you doing? Turn that back on, this instant.”
Marcus tsked and walked forward until he stood right in front of her. “Didn’t we discuss you giving us orders?”
Heat rose from his body. All of the relentless unappeased desire from the day welled up inside of her. She frowned at him. “I was about to come.”
“We don’t want you to, yet.”
“I don’t care,” she said waspishly. “Turn that damn thing on again or one of you fuck me here.” Amazing how a couple of days of ceaseless pleasure could lower her inhibitions—she felt no hesitation in making the demand.
“No.” With that simple announcement, Marcus startled Devi by scooping her off her feet.
She shrieked and grabbed on to his shoulders. No one had carried her since she’d been a small child. Pudginess had crept up on her at a young age, so even her father had declined picking her up. “I’m too heavy for you. Put me down.”
He ignored her and spoke to his brother. “Where are the supplies?”
Supplies?
Jace studied her with predatory interest. If she hadn’t already been soaked, that look would have done it. “In my room.”
“Did you hear me? I’m too fat to be carried around like this.”
Marcus walked out of the room and back into the grand entryway. He glanced over his shoulder. “I think the toys were a bad idea. They’ve made her way too contrary.” He jostled her until she tightened her arms around his neck in reaction.
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here. Wreck your back, see if I care. And the toy doesn’t make me contrary. Hours of sexual deprivation make me contrary.”
“Then you should be nicer to the men who are going to end that deprivation,” Marcus explained patiently. “In the meantime, why don’t you pretend your hero is carrying you off to be properly ravished instead of worrying about your damned weight?”
Devi paused. He had a point. Once she thought past her sexual frustration, of course. She relaxed into his arms. “Sorry. I’m not a very good heroine, I guess.”
He handled the dark stairs with ease, not even breathless. He turned right at the top of the stairs and entered a tidy bedroom lit by soft track lighting. Peripherally, she got the impression of heavy wooden furnishings and a huge four-poster bed. Marcus looked down at her, his face cast in shadows. “That’s okay. I’m no hero.”
She slid her palm over his jaw, the slight stubble catching on her skin. “I think you’re doing a pretty good job.”
Devi caught the hardening of Marcus’s jaw under her hand. “Then your judgment sucks.” With that harsh pronouncement, he dropped her on her feet. She stumbled back. The backs of her knees hit the mattress behind her, and she sat down.
Since they were both underdressed to begin with, it didn’t take more than a minute for Marcus to kick off his jeans and Jace to skim his boxer briefs down his legs. After viewing them in the buff so many times now, Devi could make out differences in their physiques that were easier to overlook when they were decent. Jace was an inch or two shorter, his muscles lean while Marcus was bulkier.
In the package department, the twins had been blessed with equally beautiful penises. Man, when she got lucky, she really hit the jackpot. For a second, Devi was overwhelmed with the knowledge that she didn’t just get one of these excellent specimens, she got two.
On loan.
Yeah, yeah, whatever.
“Like what you see?” Jace’s tone was amused and indulgent.
Devi managed to tear her gaze away from his huge member and smiled teasingly. “Always.”
“Take off. Your. Clothes.” Marcus’s hands clenched and unclenched at his side.
She responded to the heat in his gaze and stood up from the bed with a seductive little shimmy. Her shirt and bra she tossed in the same direction as their clothes. Their eyes tracked over the swell of her full breasts, and she tossed her hair. She had damn good boobs.
When her fingers stroked down to the snap of her jeans, though, she hesitated.
Cellulite. Love handles. Dimples.
Her bottom and thighs were not her friends.
Marcus must have mistaken her hesitation for a tease. “All your clothes.”
Devi shot a quick glance to the overhead track lighting, even less forgiving than her bedroom lamp. “I don’t guess you’d consider turning off the light this time?”
“Nope.”
She sighed. “You two are the contrary ones. If I said I wanted the lights on, you’d snap them off in a heartbeat.”
Jace grinned. “Too bad you didn’t think of that before, huh?”
Marcus shot her a disbelieving look. “We’ve seen you naked already, did you forget?”
She squirmed, the air-conditioning cool against her tightened nipples. “I don’t like my butt, that’s all. It’s not attractive.”
Jace squinted at her and wrapped his hand around his bobbing cock. “Do you think we get this hard for unattractive asses?”
“Are you serious? I don’t understand women at all. I like your butt. In fact, I love your butt,” Marcus replied emphatically. “If you take your jeans off, I’ll show you how much I love it. I’ll love it so much, you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”
She gulped and unsnapped the top button. “Let’s not get too hasty, here.”
Marcus walked over until he stood right in front of her. He brushed her hands aside and took over the chore of unzipping the pants. He slid his hands inside the loosened waistband and pushed the jeans down. She wore only the G-string/stimulator. “Too late. You’ve challenged me. I’ll have you loving your ass as much as I do by the end of the night.”
Apprehension and anticipation danced along Devi’s nerve endings, drowning out the twinge of self-consciousness. As her clothes pooled around her feet, Marcus tightened his hands on her waist, picked her up with little effort and tossed her back on the bed. She bounced once and then settled into the giving mattress.
Marcus crawled up her body like a hungry cat, the muscles in his biceps and chest flexing. She twined her arms around his neck and drew his head down to partake of his passionate kiss.
“So sweet,” he breathed against her lips.
The Naughty List
Jodi Redford
Makin’ a list, and rocking it…twice.
Perpetual good girl Lacey McGuire has two Christmas wish lists. One suitable for public consumption…and a private one that’s too hot to handle. Right at the top: wild, wicked fantasies about her best buddies and business partners Ryan Hollister and Bram Colton.
Besides the fact they’re both poster boys for Hunks ’R’ Us, they’ve been there for her through thick, thin and the heartbreak of a cheating fiancé. So what if her boys will never know they star in her sexiest daydreams? In her fantasy world, her heart will never get trampled again.
Ry and Bram are pretty sure Lacey never meant to email a list of some of her raunchiest wants. Particularly the one that tightens their shorts—she wants a threesome. With them. Although they’ve loved her for years, they made a pact to keep Lacey off limits in order to protect their friendship. Now all bets are off. And the quest to give her all she wants—and more—is
on
.
Warning: This book contains a wickedly hot M/F/M ménage that will heat up the holidays. Friends steaming things up in a hot tub. Bondage and blindfolds. Sexy shenanigans at a Christmas tree lot. And maybe even a glimpse of Santa…in a Speedo.
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The Naughty List
Copyright © 2011 by Jodi Redford
ISBN: 978-1-60928-626-2
Edited by Sasha Knight
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electronic publication: November 2011
