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  A Very Ménage Christmas

  Jennifer Kacey

  Members Only, Book Three

  Skye has spent her life being the perfect daughter for her prominent, wealthy parents. She says all the right things, wears all the right clothes…and lies through her teeth about the kind of sex she needs. The bland “gentlemen” she dates don’t know a thing about what gets her going—and when they find out, they run screaming. In her deepest, naughtiest dreams, she finds a man…or two…who knows just how to tie her up and tease her until she’s begging for more. But those guys don’t really exist, do they?

  Jackson wants one thing for Christmas, and her name is Skye. He’s watched her from afar for ages, biding his time, waiting for his chance to give her the kind of pleasure she craves. And this Christmas he’s going to get his way. He’s enlisted his buddy Nick and the two of them are going to give Skye a holiday treat she’ll never forget.

  Inside Scoop: This holiday threesome features bondage and spanking benches…and creates whole new uses for Christmas lights and candy canes.

  A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

  A Very Menage Christmas

  Jennifer Kacey

  Dedication

  To my boys—Christmas is my favorite time of year because I get to share the magic of it with both of you.

  To my parents—thank you for Christmases past. What a gift to be given my entire life. I am proud to be called your daughter.

  Acknowledgements

  Carrie Jackson—thanks for asking me to write this one! You delight me and I’m pretty sure you’re one of Santa’s little elves.

  Merry Christmas to all, and to all a naughty night…

  Chapter One

  “Jesus, Skye, put your coat back on. This is an apartment building, not a strip club!”

  I stood outside my boyfriend Payton’s door in four-inch strappy red heels and nothing else. It was my last hurrah to save our relationship before calling it quits.

  “It’s not a monastery either but it sure changed into one.” It damn sure wasn’t what I’d signed up for.

  Was showing up covered in nothing but a trench coat extreme? Probably. And shedding the coat in the hall right outside his door drastic? Especially with my last name being Weston? Definitely.

  Forcing the issue of our sex life went against my common sense. If anyone found out I’d disrobed in a public hallway, I’d be disowned.

  All the effort was evidently a complete waste. Payton scrambled on the ground like a bug to grab the material lying in a pool at my feet. He couldn’t wrap it around me fast enough. I barely got my arms shoved into the sleeves before he yanked it closed, glancing up and down the hallway. He was so far away from alpha male he wasn’t even recognizable on the Cro-Magnon chart.

  “Good grief, Payton. I’m just trying to spice up our sex life. You act so damn uninterested. I’m not a supermodel but I’m no two-bagger. What’s up with you? Are you sleeping with somebody else?”

  A shocking pause chased the echo of my voice down the hallway and back until it landed in the pit of my stomach.

  “You rat bastard!” I turned to leave, knotting the belt on my coat, but he caught my elbow.

  “Now hold up, Ms. High and Mighty. You didn’t let me answer.”

  I jerked away and glared. This was exactly what I should have expected from one of the “nice young men” my elitist parents approved of. “You’re guilty. You can’t even look me in the eye.”

  “What do you expect?”

  “You want a fucking list? Hmm, let’s start with honesty, trust, fidelity…” I ticked them off, starting with my thumb, ending on my middle finger. Which was about to get a workout.

  “You’re one to talk about fidelity.”

  “Me?” I counted to ten to keep my voice from creeping higher and higher along with my volume. If luck was on my side, his neighbors wouldn’t be home. The last thing I needed was an audience—or, God forbid, the paparazzi getting wind of a scandal.

  I should have realized sooner the relationship was FUBAR. It was abundantly clear, given the fact I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything but anger.

  In case anyone lurked around the corner, I took a step closer, right in Payton’s self-righteous pie hole. “I have never cheated on you. I’ve never cheated on anyone in my life. Not once. So don’t you dare accuse me of something you know for damn sure never happened.”

  I’d thought about it. Fantasized about being sandwiched between his neighbors Jackson and Nick but never acted on it.

  Good thing he didn’t know I used to help out at a BDSM club.

  “It’s your fault anyways.” He’d been flapping his gums but I only tuned in at the very end.

  The blood rushing past my ears subsided below flood stage but steam should have been pouring off my crimson hair. He was about to see exactly what a redhead’s temper looked like.

  “You can’t keep your dick in your pants and it’s my fault? I’m the one who’s been trying to liven up our sex life while you talk about having a big meeting the next day, or a headache. You might as well say it’s your fucking time of the month.”

  “You’ve got a mouth like a truck driver—”

  “A few weeks ago you said I had a mouth like a Dyson. I didn’t hear any complaints about it then.”

  “Why does everything have to be about sex with you?”

  “It doesn’t. But I like sex. Going without for over a month sucks. Forgive me for suggesting some things.”

  “Spanking you? Tying you up? Those are your suggestions?”

  “You didn’t mind my offer to paint your wang with chocolate sauce and lick it off. Amazing how interested you were when the suggestions revolved around your junk.”

  He looked down his nose at me, grinding his teeth. “And bringing someone else into bed with us. What were you thinking?”

  “Ah. There it is. Your ego got bruised so you decided to hop in a different bed. To prove what? We’re not married. We’ve only been exclusive for a few months. Well, minus the exclusive part obviously. Oh, and don’t for a minute believe I buy your charade about being disgusted at the idea of a ménage. Love how you’re grossed out by another guy in the picture but if I suggested Jenna join us? You would have tripped all over your schedule to make time.”

  His nose went in the air but the flare of lust gleamed in his eye at the mere idea of my best friend in bed with us.

  Hypocrite!

  “I’m not into kinky stuff. We aren’t in college anymore. We’re grown-ups and you need to start acting like one. Like getting a real job instead of painting all day.”

  Lying hypocrite!

  I barked out a brittle laugh. What a crock of bull. His lecture grated on my last damn nerve. Reprimand me? I don’t think so.

  “I’ll pass on your version of ‘grown-up’. I never said we had to do any of the stuff I suggested but at least I tried. Sex is important and hopefully it still is until the day I die.”

  “Payton, are you coming to bed?” The softly spoken question from inside the apartment ground our conversation to a resounding halt.

  He glared at me warily.

  I rolled my eyes. “She can have you.”

  The urge to knee him in the balls twitched up my leg but I used the impulse to leave. My heels clicked against the floor on every angry step, making my ass swish from side to side.

  “You should have told me you wanted these things from the beginning. Considering who you are…it’s disappointing.”

  He had to get in one more dig. Had to be the one to have the last word. I hated that it hit its mark. It dug its way under my shield of indifference and struck close to home.

  Instead of being a girl about it, getting all weepy an
d throwing a tantrum, I did what any self-respecting ex-girlfriend would do. I straightened my spine, stalked down the hall like I owned it and flipped him the bird over my shoulder.

  Trying to find someone my parents approved of, and I could tolerate for more than a blind date, sucked. Their constant reminders, their apologies for my behavior, ate into my hide like poison ivy.

  Anxiety clawed at my insides. Not for ditching Payton, he was just one more in a long line of trust-fund pricks my parents thought I should commit to. What made me want to dig into a pint of Häagen-Dazs was the impending international phone call to Mother. Her sigh of disappointment could traverse an ocean. Maybe my cell phone would forget her phone number…for a month.

  I didn’t want to be the black sheep of the family anymore. Single, unmarried, childless at the ripe old age of twenty-seven. Oh, the horror.

  My parents and grandparents acted as if the end of the world loomed above us since I still had to tick the single box on my income taxes.

  Taking my time to find a husband to love, honor and cherish surely wasn’t that bad.

  I couldn’t help whom I was attracted to. But my chemistry with a potential mate wasn’t nearly as important as their last name or the size of their portfolio, at least according to my family.

  Rounding the corner, I stumbled over my own feet, catching myself on the wall.

  Less than ten feet away, the blond god—Jackson—filled the doorway of 2D. I almost purred as he gave me a panty-dampening once-over. Maybe I should have worn panties.

  “Trouble, sweetheart?” The rough cadence of his voice kicked off a round of thump, thump, thump between my thighs.

  His tone, his inflection, even the hint of concern licked me straight up the middle.

  Bet he tasted better than my pint of Rocky Road.

  I moved closer.

  Chapter Two

  “Gorgeous” was a despicable understatement when it came to the star of my wet dreams. His golden hair appeared sexily tousled as if he’d just climbed out of bed. His wide chest sported muscle definition normally only glimpsed on magazine covers.

  Rippled pecs, covered with a smattering of dark-blond hair, made my mouth water. He had his arms crossed, bisecting the narrow line of chest hair that ultimately disappeared beneath the waist of his jeans. They were zipped but unbuttoned—taunting me. His feet were bare and if I were a betting girl, I’d wager both of us were going commando.

  What tantalized me most was the way he watched me. He made me light up inside with nothing more than a heated glance. His attention was addictive and one of the many reasons I’d avoided him.

  My brain scrambled, desperately to convince the muscles in my legs to stride past. But I was doomed. The scent of warm male and some kind of delicious musky cologne paralyzed me several feet past his open door.

  The click-clack of my heels faded. My auburn curls settled against my coat while I inhaled his glorious scent. I faced him, and every deep, dark fantasy I’d ever wished for stared back. A sharp yearning of unfulfilled need shot straight to the tops of my thighs. Wetness slid from my core, coating the lips of my sex in anticipation of being rode hard and put up wet. It reminded me of my state of general undress and why I’d come there to begin with.

  Remembering the ass several doors down made my temper flare.

  My breasts jiggled and swayed beneath my coat and the hard tips scraped against the fabric until I stood directly in front of him. “What the hell are you staring at?”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “A single woman, if I hazarded a guess. Did you at least rack him in the nuts?”

  A snort escaped then I shook my head. My anger morphed to nerves and I had to concentrate not to fidget. “I figured I’d be the bigger man. It didn’t take much.”

  The sides of his lips curved into a grin, highlighting dimples that put him in league with fallen angels.

  He took in every detail. Including my breasts, which I prayed weren’t visible through the fabric of the coat. The moist, tingly place between my legs clenched, reminding me how long it had been since I’d had sex. He scanned his way to my feet and back up.

  “You show up bare and he what? Freaks out because he can’t man up? He couldn’t give you what you need.”

  His last words implied so many things I had to clear my throat. “That about sums it up.”

  Tension stretched between us in the silence that followed.

  With the tips of his fingers he traced the lapel of my coat. “Take it…off.”

  I opened my mouth to tell him where he could shove it but he jerked me inside the apartment and slammed the door.

  “Stop thinking. I’ll be damned if I let you walk away without a taste of what I can give you. I can smell your sweet pussy. I’ve wanted to drown myself in it from the first day I saw you. Don’t storm off because it’s what you believe you’re supposed to do. Stay because it’s what you’ve always wanted.”

  He towered over me. I should have been terrified but something in his angry voice called to me. Calmed me. It made no sense but I didn’t care.

  With shaky hands, I worked the knot free on my belt, shrugging the coat off with a twitch of my shoulders. It slithered along the upper curve of my ass, landing with a billow of air.

  The dips and curves of my body flared to life beneath his hungry stare. I spent several hours a week in the gym working out. I was well-toned from head to toe, except my breasts, which had always been a tad on the large side.

  He skimmed the outer swell of one with his knuckles. My nipple tightened in the cool air and my knees weakened at the thought of what I was willing to do with him.

  “We’ll choose a safeword for you. How about…trench coat? You say it and playtime’s over…but don’t say it because you’re scared. You can learn a lot about yourself if you’re afraid.”

  We were strangers but when he looked at me…it settled between my thighs. The real me was buried so deep even I was too scared to dig for her. Yet he’d found her. Seduced her.

  I scowled and replayed what he’d said. “We…you said ‘we’.”

  “He sure did.”

  My stomach bottomed out. The other slice of my fantasy stood no more than a few feet away. I’d been so preoccupied I hadn’t noticed Nick.

  He closed the distance between us and my pussy creamed at his heated perusal. Nick was tanned, tall, muscled like Jackson, but with dark, almost-black hair and piercing dove-gray eyes. He wore black sleep pants with a bright-white drawstring.

  “I’ve seen you around but never got a name. You are?”

  I knew their names because I’d peeked on their mail slot.

  Embarrassment made me blurt out the first thing that came to mind. “Naked.” A blush heated my cheeks and I slapped a palm over my mouth.

  “Yes, you are. Why don’t we see what we can do about that?”

  “My room, bring her coat.” Jackson picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He didn’t ask. He took—and I wanted him to. That scared me the most.

  Could I do this?

  The mound of my pussy smashed into the hard ridge of his cock, making me moan.

  “Yes,” slipped free.

  He swiped my bottom lip with his tongue, consuming my mouth as if he were living on borrowed time and I was his last meal. My uncertainty disappeared.

  Their apartment passed by in a blur. I felt drunk on his kiss before we reached the bedroom. His fingers tunneled into my tight sheath. I tugged his head back by his hair, crying out at the delicious invasion.

  “You’re sopping wet. I’m gonna make you scream.”

  If any other guy said that, I would have laughed, but not these men. If Jackson even thought about touching my clit, I’d go off like a rocket.

  “Put her down, I want a taste.”

  Jackson nipped my earlobe. I shivered when he withdrew his fingers and unhooked my ankles from behind his back.

  He set me on the bed, on my knees, retreating with a knowing smirk.

  Nick ripped o
ff his pants and toppled me back onto the pillows close to the headboard. His naked body stretched out between my thighs and I grabbed his head as he buried his face against my slick core.

  “You taste like candy,” he growled, fucking his tongue inside me, tugging at my sensitive lips over and over.

  “I’m gonna come. I need—”

  “We know what you need,” Jackson countered. He climbed up next to me. My mouth watered at his hard-on staring at the ceiling. He wasn’t super long but he was thick, with a pearly drop of pre-cum sitting at the top, waiting to be consumed.

  He dropped a few condoms on the bed and straddled my rib cage, trapping my arms along my sides. “Snap your fingers.”

  I cocked an eyebrow at him but did what he said.

  “Safe sound. If you snap, everything stops.” He tapped my chin with the belt from my coat. “Open.”

  My jaw fell open as if he’d pushed a button and he used the belt as a gag. He tied it behind my head and I started to panic. What was I doing, following his commands?

  I wiggled and torqued my body below him until he drizzled cold lube in the valley of my chest. He crammed my breasts together, stuffed his cock between them and fucked my cleavage with a groan.

  Flames licked every erogenous zone in my body. I lay gagged and caged beneath fantasy men. Tough, rugged guys I’d shied away from. Somewhere deep inside I knew I wouldn’t be able to tell them no.

  “You’re so fucking sexy.”

  I wanted to get mad at being manhandled but lost my concentration. Nick shoved my legs wider, rimmed my ass with his tongue, then worked it inside. He replaced it with his thumb, shoved wet digits into my clenching sex and blew across my clit.

  I screamed. An orgasm flashed through me like an electrical shock. I arched and heaved beneath them but Jackson held me down with his weight. I bit down on the gag as wave after wave of blissful release swept over me. The tsunami of pleasure tumbled me inside my own skin and sucked me into a place I’d only glimpsed while dreaming.