4 Bad Boys to take to Bed (4 Book Bundle Set!) (13 page)

“Tell me again whose party this is?” Brooke
requested as she walked with Nick, Jessica, and Kyle toward the house.

“Just some guy I know from some of my classes,” Nick said with a shrug. “Don’t worry so much, babe, we’re here to have fun.”

Brooke shared a look with Jessica, who seemed to be perfectly comfortable attending a party they weren’t personally invited to. Nick put his arm around Brooke’s back, and she relaxed a little. Don’t think. Have fun. No regrets. She repeated those three phrases over and over until they entered the house—you only live once, she reminded herself. Then they disappeared from her mind.

The house was packed with people who were shoulder to shoulder, dancing, laughing, shouting, having a great time. Beer bottles were all over the place, and the scent of marijuana hung thick in the air. Now, this was her kind of party. She looked around and smiled.

“C’mon, let’s go get a drink,” Nick shouted over the music.

She nodded, took his hand, and weaved through the mass of people toward the kitchen where all the alcohol was stashed.

“This place is crazy!” Jessica yelled.

“I know, isn’t it great?” Brooke laughed
, then took the beer Nick offered her. She took a long drink before Nick’s mouth was on hers, kissing her before she even finished swallowing.

“Mmm, you always taste so good,” he said, his eyes wolfish with hunger.

Her heart rate spiked and so did her libido. She knew as the night progressed, and her alcohol consumption increased, she’d be all over him like a dog in heat. Already, her panties were getting damp just thinking about the possibilities of what the night would bring.

“If you two are going to do that all night, I’m leaving,” Jessica teased.

“Bye then.” Nick waved, and then captured Brooke’s lips in another kiss. At this rate, she’d get drunk from kissing him.

Brooke laughed and shoved him away. “Be nice. It was your idea that we all come together, remember?”

Nick sighed. “Yeah, it was.” He took her hand and laced their fingers. “Come on,” he said to all of them. “Let’s go find some action.”

They reached the living room where throngs of people danced and gyrated to the loud, thumping music. Nick ran into someone he knew and stopped to talk. Jessica grabbed Brooke’s arm and led her away from Nick.

“Dance?”

Brooke nodded, and they danced as Nick and Kyle chatted with a group of guys. Her gaze continuously drifted toward Nick, who was standing at the perfect angle so she could see his face. Each time she’d catch his eye, he’d smile, rake his gaze over her body, and then wink. And each time
, her body would heat up a little more, her clit would throb a little harder. God, she was going to fuck him so hard tonight.

Large hands encircled her stomach, and a hard body began to move behind her, rocking and grinding against her in rhythm to the music. She knew it wasn’t Nick, but that didn’t stop her from moving with the guy. It was just dancing after all. Brooke lifted her gaze to meet Nick’s again. His eyes were narrowed, his gaze flickering from her to the guy behind her and back to her. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he brought his beer bottle to his lips. Their gazes were locked as she dirty danced with this strange man. But despite what her body was doing, her mind was consumed with thoughts of Nick, of how it would feel to dance with him.

“He’s cute,” Jessica leaned forward and said, motioning toward the guy behind Brooke.

Brooke finally turned to look behind her. The guy was a good foot taller than her, dark eyes, dark hair, plump lips framed by a mustache and goatee. He smiled down at her.

“I’m Greg,” he said.

“Brooke,” she replied, turning back around and falling into a new rhythm of movement. If she weren’t here with Nick, she’d certainly spend some time getting to know Greg.

“I need another drink,” Jessica said.

“Get me one, too,” Brooke said, not wanting to leave her spot on the dance floor. When Jessica walked away, Brooke turned around and put her hands on Greg’s chest. He snaked his hands down to her ass and ground himself against her. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear he had an erection.

Before she could get closer to find out for sure, Nick was behind her, moving and dancing with her so that she was sandwiched between the two of them. Nick’s hand slipped under the front of her shirt, moving steadily upward until his hand cupped her breast. Her eyes widened. It was so naughty that he was fondling her like that in front of a house full of people. At least when she’d played with his cock it wasn’t in full view of everyone.

Nick’s breath was hot against her ear as he nipped at her lobe. “Kiss him, Brooke. I want to watch, to feel your body get aroused. I want to feel your nipple get hard because he’s kissing you, and I’m touching you.”

She knew her courage was magnified by the alcohol, but she also knew that she would’ve done it regardless because the idea of being with two guys like this excited her. She grabbed the back of Greg’s neck and kissed him fully on the mouth, her tongue exploring his mouth like a savage expert. Greg moaned and kissed her back with a hunger that surprised her. Behind her, Nick rubbed his erection against her ass; his fingers kneaded her breast and scraped across her nipple. He gathered her hair and kissed the nape of her neck. She shuddered, and both Nick and Greg simultaneously pushed closer to her, nearly squeezing the breath from her.

“Touch him,” Nick whispered. “Make his cock as hard as mine is.”

It was hard to concentrate on kissing Greg when Nick was whispering in her ear. His words were like a bullhorn to her senses. Brooke let her hand slide from Greg’s neck, down his chest, and to his crotch. She cupped him through his jeans, massaging and rubbing firmly. Greg groaned and deepened the kiss, biting at her tongue and lips as he did. She continued to stroke him through his jeans, loving how he would subtly push into her hand. She was on sensory overload, the eroticism of the entire situation was like gas on an already out of control fire. She couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want to stop it.

“Now touch me, Brooke. Rub my cock, too,” Nick said.

Brooke placed her other hand on Nick’s crotch, rubbing him the same way she rubbed Greg. Nick rotated his hips against her hand and sucked in a breath.

“Fuck, babe. I want to take you right here, to fuck you in front of all these people.”

She pulled away from Greg and turned to Nick, keeping her hand on Greg’s erection. Nick took her chin into his hand and kissed her hard on the mouth. His kiss was harder than Greg’s, more demanding, hotter. But she loved every second of it.

“Brooke!”

Jessica’s voice broke through Brooke’s sexual haze. She jerked her hands away from both of them. Her chest heaved from arousal. “Oh, hey Jess, did you get me another beer?” Her heart raced, and her hand shook as she reached for the bottle that Jessica held out.

“Come with me.” Jessica grabbed Brooke’s hand and dragged her outside where it was quieter. “What the hell were you doing in there?”

“What’re you talking about?” Brooke took a drink of her beer. “I was dancing with Greg, and then Nick came, so I was kissing him.” She shrugged. “No big deal.”

“No big deal? Of all the people in the world, Brooke, do not lie to me. I saw exactly what you were doing in there.”

Brooke giggled. “Well if you saw then why did you ask me?”

Jessica rolled her eyes. “I know you’re all about having fun, but you can do that without acting like a slut.”

What a buzz kill, she thought. “So I was having a little bit of fun with two guys. Who cares? I know you’ve done it before. And if I remember correctly, you said it was one of the best nights of your life.”

Jessica looked away and drank her beer, both of them silent for a long moment. “Fine,” she finally said, “but if you’re going to do it, be safe and do it in private. Not in the middle of a dance floor.”

Brooke gave her friend a drunken grin, and then a hug. “Don’t wait up for me tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Jessica waved her off. “I’m probably bringing Kyle back to our room anyway, so you might want to stay away.” She winked.

“Have fun. Slut.” Brooke teased.

“You, too, whore.”

Brooke laughed as she walked back inside. Jessica was a good friend, concerned for Brooke’s safety. Brooke knew that and she loved her for it, even if it was embarrassing and stifling at times.

Nick watched the front
door, waiting for Brooke to reenter. His cock was rock hard, straining against his zipper. He was mentally debating whether or not he should invite Greg to join them. Nick knew she was aroused by having both of them giving her attention, touching her. He could only imagine how wet she’d get by having both of them pleasuring her, fucking her, making her come.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Yes, inviting Greg would be hot, but Nick wasn’t sure he wanted to share Brooke. At the moment
, he was so damn horny he’d be lucky to make it to a bedroom before sinking into her tight, hot pussy. If Greg tagged along, Nick would have to wait longer to bury himself inside of Brooke.

As soon as Brooke had left with Jessica, Nick had asked Greg about joining them in a bedroom. Greg was cool with the idea
, providing Brooke agreed. Maybe he’d just wait and ask her, see what she wanted to do. Then he saw her beautiful blue eyes coming toward him from across the room. He smiled.

“Hey,” she said when she reached him. Her hands went around his waist, and she looked up at him. “Miss me?”

“More than you know.” He licked his lips, and then kissed her, the realization of his recent admission seeping into his brain. He really had missed her. That bugged him. Had he missed her? Or had he simply missed the foreplay she was allowing him? Both. And that’s what really bothered him. “What do you say we go find an empty room?”

“Sounds good to me.” She reached down and grabbed him, her soft hands kneading his dick, making it jerk and twitch, demanding more attention. “What about him?” she asked, nodding toward Greg.

“What about him?” He grinned down at her. “Do you want him, too, Brooke?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

“Then take him.” Nick turned her body so she was facing Greg. “Tell him you want him, and then the three of us will go upstairs.”

Brooke clutched the front of Greg’s shirt and brought him down to her. Nick leaned over her shoulder, not wanting to miss anything Brooke said. He knew this was a first for her, he could tell by her hesitation. It was clear he’d have to guide her through this, but that was fine by him. In fact, it was more than fine.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Brooke asked Greg.

Nick laughed. She was definitely forward. Greg lifted his eyes to meet Nick’s. Nick gave a curt nod.

“Yes, I do,” Greg said.

Without another word, Nick led them upstairs, checking behind closed doors until he found an empty room. Swinging the door open, he motioned for them to enter. Greg walked in first. “Give us a minute, man,” Nick said, closing the door.

“Hey, what was that for?” Brooke asked.

“You ever done this before?” Nick asked. He already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her.

“No.”

“Then I want you to be absolutely sure, Brooke, because I will not be the person who makes you wake up the next morning with regrets.” His heart thundered as he said those words. He didn’t know why, but her approval meant a hell of a lot more to him than it should. He’d never cared what a woman thought of him before. But she was different, and like it or not, she was starting to change him. Right t
hen and there he decided that after tonight, he would walk away from Brooke Bailey and never look back. It was the only option to maintain his sanity.

“Aww, aren’t you sweet,” she cooed playfully, walking her fingers up his chest.

He couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his lips as he took her hands and yanked her flush against his body. “I promise tonight will be the best one of your life.”

“That’s what I’m hoping.” She averted her gaze down.

Nick put his finger under her chin and tilted her head up. “Brooke?”

“If he does something I don’t like, and I tell him to stop
—”

“If he doesn’t do exactly as you say, I’ll beat his ass so hard he won’t be able to touch another woman.” Nick brushed his lips over hers. “You’re safe with me, Brooke. I promise.” He’d never spoken truer words, and the
thought of anyone hurting her made him see red.

“Thank you.”

The way she looked at him just then, it was like she’d reached into his chest with her bare hand and squeezed his heart so tight it ruptured. This was so bad. He was in too deep already. So he resorted to the one thing he knew would take his mind off of all the thoughts rushing through his mind—he kissed her. Nick reached behind him and opened the door, dragging her inside with him.

Greg was sitting on the bed, back propped against the headboard, shirt off, pants undone just enough so the head of his cock was peeking out. Nick noticed the way Brooke’s gaze went straight to Greg, giving him an appreciative smile.

“Everything all right?” Greg asked.

“Yes, it’s fine,” Brooke said, her voice clear and confident.

Nick removed her shirt, and then unhooked her bra, letting her breasts free. He stood behind her, his hands cupping her tits, his thumbs rolling the nipple around. She leaned back against him, moaning softly. He kissed her neck and collarbone, his gaze settling on Greg, who was watching intently from the bed. Something felt kind of off about this, but Nick couldn’t put his finger on it. Deep down, he worried it might just be jealousy, but he refused to acknowledge that. Instead, he pushed the thoughts from his mind. Brooke wanted this, so Brooke was going to get it.

Slowly, Nick moved her toward the bed, toward Greg. “Climb onto the bed. Straddle him, kiss him.”

Brooke nodded and did as Nick said. He watched as she straddled Greg, and as Greg grabbed her ass with both of his hands. “She’s not wearing panties,” Greg said, lifting her skirt just enough to give Nick a look at her bare ass.

Motherfucker! He’d told her to wear something that was easy to take off. He hadn’t expected her to go commando. That was fucking hot! Nick kneeled on the bed behind Brooke. He kissed up the length of her back, loving how smooth her skin was against his lips. She moaned and arched her back toward him, her mouth working against Greg’s.

Nick worked his mouth up to her neck and ear. He tugged her lobe between his teeth as he reached down and unzipped his jeans, freeing his steel hard cock. Brooke started to rock on Greg’s lap, grinding her pussy against Greg’s half exposed cock.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Greg said, holding Brooke’s hips and lifting his ass off the bed to meet her downward thrusts. “Such a wet little pussy.”

“Does his cock feel good rubbing against your clit?” Nick licked behind her ear. “Don’t be shy, baby. Talk to us, tell us what feels good, what you want.”

Brooke whimpered a little, and Nick noticed Greg’s mouth was closed around one of her nipples. Was he hurting her? Nick took hold of Brooke’s cheek, turning her face to his. There didn’t appear to be any pain in her eyes, just pleasure. That was a relief. Nick kissed her on the mouth, her body still moving on Greg’s.

“What do you want, Brooke? Tell me,” Nick insisted.

“I want to suck Greg’s cock,” she said.

Nick grinned and moved further down the bed so she could do as she pleased. Brooke positioned herself between Greg’s spread legs, pulling his jeans down his thighs, exposing all of his cock. She took it into her hand, and then closed her mouth around him. Greg’s head fell back against the headboard with a thud.

“Holy fuck,” he grunted, his stomach clenching.

“I should’ve warned you,” Nick said, smiling. “She’s a fantastic cock sucker.”

“Mmm, thank you,” Brooke said, looking over her shoulder at Nick. Damn she was
a sexy little vixen! Then in the next moment, she was back to sucking Greg’s cock.

Nick gave his cock a few hard, long strokes, and then he buried his face between Brooke’s thighs, licking her sweet, wet pussy lips and sucking on her clit. She cried out in pleasure, and Greg moaned at the same time.

Part of him regretted inviting Greg to join them because right now, Nick wanted all of Brooke’s attention on him, on his touch, on his cock. Christ, what was wrong with him? This was not his first threesome, and he highly doubted it would be his last, but it was the first time he’d ever had doubts or regrets.

“God, yeah, right there,” Brooke said her voice thick with desire.

“Oh, don’t stop, baby. Keep sucking,” Greg said, moaning in pleasure. “Yeah, just like that baby. So good,” he groaned his approval.

Nick swallowed his rising fury. Who the hell did that guy think he was calling Brooke baby? He was about to say something, but then Brooke started to fuck his face, moaning, her pussy tightening around his tongue. “Yeah, that’s it, Brooke, come for me.” He remembered the first time she’d come on his face, the way she’d tasted, the way her entir
e body had trembled after. That was what he wanted again.

To have Brooke all to himself, taking pleasure from him, screaming his nam
e. Wouldn’t that be something—to have her scream his name while another man fucked her? Oh yeah! That would be one hell of a rush. And that was now his goal.

“Nick,” she cried as her thighs tightened around his head.

This was it. She was creaming in his mouth. Her nectar was so damn sweet it gave him an instant sugar rush. “So good,” he crooned, licking gently up her folds.

“Ahh! Yes!” Brooke screamed.

Nick smiled victoriously. He kissed her inner thigh, and then moved away. Having been so consumed with making Brooke come, he hadn’t noticed Greg put a condom on—or even that he had one—but Nick knew now. He watched with disbelief as Brooke sat down on Greg’s cock reverse cowboy style. The sight of her fingers digging into the soft flesh of his thighs, of her eyes partially closed, of her head hung forward, hair hanging in her face was enough to make him want to roar with jealous rage. That should be him she’s sitting on! Well, if it wasn’t his cock fucking her, it would sure as hell be his face and his voice that filled her mind.

When Brooke had taken all of Greg inside of her, they moaned simultaneously. Nick held back a curse. Brooke leaned back so that Greg’s hands were supporting her upper
body, and she was riding him—hard. The sounds of their moans swirled around Nick, taunting him, teasing him with the one thing he wanted but couldn’t have right now—Brooke. It was torturous.

“Sit up,” Nick said to Brooke, and when she did, he crushed his mouth over hers. Even though jealousy was gnawing at his gut, he couldn’t deny how horny he was or how much he was enjoying
their sexual game. Seeing the look on Brooke’s face as Greg pushed her toward her second orgasm was euphoric. Nick loved how hazy her eyes became, like the sky after a rainstorm.

“Does his cock feel good? Hmm? Do you like fucking him while I watch?”

“Yes,” she moaned. Her head fell back to her shoulders and her eyes closed.

“Oh no you don’t.” Nick cupped the back of her neck and lifted her head. “I want you to watch him fuck you.” Nick had his cock in his other hand, stroking it so she could watch that, too.

“Shit, Brooke, you feel so fucking good,” Greg said. He grabbed hold of her hips and held her still as he fucked into her hard and fast. Each time he plunged upward, his thighs smacking against her ass, she’d cry out.

Nick watched closely to make sure Greg wasn’t hurting her, but still, all Nick saw was pleasure contorting her beautiful face. “Come here, baby.” Nick pulled her forward even more, preventing Greg from moving too much, and then Nick pressed his lips to hers, kissing her while she moved slowly on Greg.

“I want—” Her words trailed off into a moan.

“You want what?” Nick asked. “What do you want, baby?”

“Touch,” she said breathlessly. Then she swatted Nick’s hand from his cock and took it into her hand.

Nick sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of her fingers curling around his shaft, stroking it, her palm circling his sensitive cockhead. “A little harder, Brooke.” She tightened her grip, and he moan. “Fuck yeah, just like that baby.” His lips were on hers again and for a moment, Nick forgot all about Greg. It was just Nick and Bro
oke, kissing, touching, panting. And then Greg spoke again.

“God damn it, Brooke, you’re . . .
so . . . tight.”

That one little word—
tight—ran in Nick’s ears. That only meant one thing: Brooke was going to come. And he’d be damned if Greg was going to get her orgasm.

“Ah, Nick—
” Brooke murmured against his lips, and he couldn’t help but smile. She’d said his name while another man’s cock was buried inside of her. It was a ridiculous, petty victory in the grand scheme of things, but Nick didn’t care.

Nick lifted Brooke from Greg’s body, flipped her around on her back so that her head was at the foot of the bed, and then Nick shoved his cock into her with ease. He didn’t give a shit that his ass was practically in Greg’s face. Right now, Nick’s only concern was to feel Brooke come around his bare dick. Shit! In his haste, he’d forgotten a condom.

Brooke’s fingernails dug into his biceps as her pussy tightened painfully around him. If he thought she’d felt good the first time, she felt a hundred times better right now. She was so hot it felt like he was fucking an inferno, and so wet it was like dipping his cock in a bucket of hot water. Nick leaned forward and kissed her, swallowing her moans until he just couldn’t take it anymore. He was ready to combust.