“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.”

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.