Free One Wicked Night by Kelly Jamieson Page B

wide on hers, his tongue sliding in, stroking over hers. She moaned, let her fingers slide into his hair, holding the back of his skull, so big and solid. Tyler’s body radiated heat and a fine trembling and she longed to climb onto him and press up against him, her breasts aching, her pussy throbbing.
    Nick’s body on the other side of her was even bigger and just as hot, burning against her hip and she dragged her mouth away from Tyler’s and turned back to him. She met his eyes, his silvery-gray eyes usually cool and calm, now blazing with heat. It was different with him, she couldn’t say exactly comfortable, because she still felt that ache, that flutter low down inside, but it wasn’t as intense and scary as with Tyler.
    And when she leaned toward him, he lifted a hand and cupped her cheek, his mouth on hers not as demanding, gentler and slower, his lips not as full. She moaned softly, heard Tyler’s sharply drawn breath, felt his excitement as much as she felt Nick’s.
    “Fuck,” Tyler whispered beside her. “Kaelin, what the fuck are you doing?”
    Power rushed through her like an electrical surge and she pulled away from Nick and smiled.
    “I want to be bad,” she said.
    “What are you saying?” Desperation edged Tyler’s voice. His eyes looked searchingly into hers. “Christ, Kaelin, I thought you were the sober one.”
    “I am sober.”
    “You can’t do this, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes and looked as if someone had kneed him the nuts.
    “Why not?” Her insides tightened. He wasn’t going to turn her down, was he? She was going way out on a limb here, she knew it, risking a lot, something she never, ever did, and if they rejected her, she wasn’t sure she’d survive the humiliation. “I know what I’m doing.”
    “Fuck,” he groaned again and looked at Nick pleadingly.
    “Kaelin,” Nick began, but she cut him off before he could be all rational and sane and talk her out of it.
    “You’ve done it before,” she said challengingly. She looked back and forth between them as if daring them to deny it. And how could they? They all knew what had happened that night and what she’d seen.
    “Oh Jesus.” Tyler looked as if he was in even more pain.
    “Well, you have, haven’t you? You can’t deny it. I saw you. And that’s not the only time you’ve ever done that.” She paused. “Is it?”
    Nick and Tyler looked at each other again.
    “That’s not the point, honey,” Nick said, his voice gentle. He stroked her shoulder. “This is about you.”
    “Yes! Exactly!” She sat up straighter. “This is about me! And I want this.”
    “Both of us,” Tyler spoke.
    “Yes.” She again looked back and forth between them, uncertainty starting to get the better of her, rising up inside her, overpowering this uncharacteristic recklessness. She fought it down, swallowed hard. “Yes.”
    Tyler glanced around the empty lobby. “This probably isn’t the place for this conversation.”
    Were they going to send her home? She gazed anxiously at them, arousal and excitement tangling with fear and caution.
    Again Tyler and Nick shared a glance and she saw understanding pass between them.
    “We’ll go up to our room,” Nick said, standing. He held out a hand and pulled her up, and Tyler rose too.
    “You’re sharing a room?” she asked, walking across the carpeted lobby between them.
    “Yeah.”
    Okay. Whatever. She was pretty sure Avery had told her they shared an apartment in Chicago. They rode in silence up the elevator again, this time electricity sizzling in the air instead of alcohol fumes. Tyler pulled his wallet out and fished out the keycard, opened the door and let Kaelin precede him into the room.
    They’d left a lamp on, a floor lamp by the desk. The rooms in the Red Maple Inn were nice, the nicest hotel in Mapleglen, but nothing special, so she didn’t pay much attention to the room or the décor, just clasped her shaking hands together and turned to face the two