Wicked Wonderland (4 page)

Lilly folded her arms. “Yeah, well, the gossip was true. I
was
found in a Dumpster the day I was born. And Sonya works here at Venus Girls with me. She’s the one who threw me in the trash just now.” A buzzing filled her throat as she spoke, and there was a kind of odd hum to her words followed by a tremendous crash. She started and turned to see all the trash cans had toppled over at once. At the same time, with an explosive bang and sudden darkness, the nearest streetlamp blew out. Randomly, a bunch of white petals fell from a tree nearby.

Flower petals falling from trees, in the dead of winter…again? Bizarre.

Lilly’s heart thundered against her ribs. “What the hell just happened?”

Nick and Kris look at each other again. These two men could communicate with each other just with their eyes, no words needed. That was how it had always been. They shared the effortless communication of lovers and soul mates. Lilly remembered that Kris had once told her he even had a bit of a psychic connection with Nick. She felt a tug of longing and the ache of envy.

Suddenly, it was all too much. Tears formed in her eyes, and she brushed them away angrily.

Kris wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “Anyone who judges you based on something that happened when you were a newborn infant isn’t worth knowing, sweetie. You should know that. Hey! You must be freezing in that outfit, even with my coat. Here, let me heat you up a little.”

He gave her one of his boyish smiles that produced the sexy dimple she’d once adored.

When Kris hugged her, she had to stifle a gasp at the jolt of pleasure that speared through her. She knew he only tried to warm her up, but the safety of his heated embrace was blissful. Delicious sensations coursed through her, and a need and lust she’d always tried to deny rushed over her.

I shouldn’t be letting him hold me so close. It feels too good.

Kris was a golden sex god personified. She’d never forget how she first met him. The Long Island University Drama Club put on a production of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s
Jesus Christ Superstar
. She was part of the orchestra, and Kris played Jesus himself. His magnificent voice and stunning golden-boy looks had entranced everyone.

Their hug started to affect him too. Despite the cold, an impressive bulge grew, pressing between his zipper and her thigh. She bit back a moan.

Kris cleared his throat. “We have to get you out of the wind. Your legs are turning blue.”

“Thanks, but I can get myself out of the cold.” She broke away from him, and the icy air hit her legs like a slap. She started walking toward the strip club, her head held high.

“No way in hell.” Nick’s voice was a dark command that sent shivers up her spine. He caught up with her, put his hand on her waist and spun her around. “I’m not letting you go back in there. To hell with those strippers and whoever runs that sleazy dive. You’re way too good for the place.”

Lilly glared at him. “You were just
in
a strip club, so how can you be judgmental about strippers? They…we offer a service. There are plenty of women who find it a viable career and are comfortable with what they do.”

“Plenty of women may be comfortable with it, sure. But you’re not one of them.”

She averted her gaze. Anger at the truth of his words made her blood boil. “It’s none of your business where I work or how I conduct my life. It was nice seeing you, but I’m going back inside.” She made another move toward the club.

But in one deft movement, Nick swept his hands under her knees, and she gave a shriek of outrage. Her handbag went flying, and Kris caught it. Nick hoisted her over his shoulder. He clamped his arm over her thighs, leaving her bottom sticking up in the air.

Upside down, all Lilly could see were the red Santa pants molded to Nick’s masculine butt. “Christ! Put me down!”

“Quiet.” Nick gave her ass a quick smack.

Blood filled Lilly’s cheeks. Her heart pounded with outrage and arousal. Just as it had when she was eighteen years old, Nick’s voice alone could make her panties wet. Ten years ago, his macho dominance had made her angry and made her pussy contract at the same time. Now it was happening again.

His hard-muscled body had her trapped her like a bird in a cage. She struggled against the iron bar of his arm across her thighs and pounded her fists on his back, but Nick just smacked her ass again and kept walking.

Realizing she was wasting her energy, she opted to appeal to his reason, if he had any. “For God’s sake, Nick, my car will be towed!”

“So I’ll get you another one.”

“What?”

“I’ll make sure you get a new car.”

Dear God! He’s crazy as a loon.
“What the fuck? You are not going to buy me a new car.”

“Look at it this way, Lilly.” Kris sounded amused. “At least you’re not ruining those fabulous shoes anymore, now that Nick’s got them out of the snow.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not funny. But thanks for the compliment on my shoes. Now can you ask this Neanderthal where exactly he’s taking me?”

“I’m taking you to get warmed up.” Nick’s voice was rough, maybe because the insult she’d flung at him had hit home.

“Where?”

“In our sleigh.”

“You remember we told you about our sleigh,” Kris interjected.

For a moment, Lilly was stunned into absolute silence.

I can’t believe this. These men aren’t college students anymore. Surely they’re not going to start telling me those absurd stories again—the ones about how they’re sylphs and the adopted sons of Santa, and all that ridiculous crap about the North Pole. Heaven help me, I’m being kidnapped by two gorgeous mad men.

The possibilities of what could happen made her nipples pebble until they hurt.

Chapter Three

They must have passed two dozen businesses and high-rise buildings, but Nick still tromped doggedly through the snow with Lilly swung over his shoulder. Kris’s coat covered everything except her legs. Her open-toed platform heels kicked in the air. She was drunk with arousal, already wet and needy, and yet she wasn’t going to give up and be carried around like a sack of potatoes. She wasn’t going to degrade herself by letting him know the effect he had on her when all he was doing was manhandling her. She struggled some more in his arms. “Put me down. I told you, I don’t appreciate the caveman act!”

“Neither do I. You’re the one playing cave girl if your plan is to be a tough guy and go back in there. Those girls broke your nose, for Christ’s sake. I’ve got you outmuscled, so deal with it.”

“They can’t have broken my nose. It doesn’t even hurt now.” She glanced over at Kris. “Can you get your idiotic boyfriend to put me down?”

Kris just grinned at her and shook his head, obviously amused by the whole situation. “I might not agree with his methods, but I’m all for getting you out of the cold.”

Hell, maybe I should stop struggling; maybe he’ll put me in a nice warm car.

“I think it’s finally time you knew the truth about us.” Nick relaxed his grip on her. “If we’d been honest with you in the first place, maybe we wouldn’t have lost you. Maybe you wouldn’t have given up on us.”

Her heart rate kicked up a notch.

What does he mean? I already know the truth about them.

They hadn’t been honest with her at all; they’d both deceived her and she’d found out the truth in the most painful way possible.

Lilly managed to wriggle around enough so her head was no longer pressed against Nick’s back. Now she caught the odd glimpse of the jewel-bright Christmas decorations that adorned trees, shops and buildings as they passed. The low evergreens were frosted with white. Some of them sparkled with colored lights of red, green and gold. A few dancing flakes swirled in the dull glow of the street lamps.

But despite the beautiful winter sights, Lilly’s mind drifted back to the hot August day, ten years ago, when her view of life changed forever.

She’d skipped her History of Music lecture that afternoon, and let herself into Kris’s dorm room. All she’d wanted was to surprise her best friend Kris on his birthday.

Hiding in his closet, she’d waited for him to come home, but when he’d returned, he’d been with Nick. Through the slats in the closet door, she’d watched the two of them undress.

Why were they undressing together in their dorm room? Were they going to take showers? But the shower room was communal and down the hall. Were they going to walk down the hallway in just their towels?

Her confusion faded to awe as soon as they took off their shirts. She’d seen both their gorgeous chests before, but their beauty never ceased to amaze her.

Her ex-boyfriend Nick’s sculpted chest and long, muscular legs made him the epitome of a dream hunk. The day was humid, and a thin sheen of sweat coated his broad shoulders and washboard abs.

When he slipped his jeans down to reveal the firm, muscular cheeks of his ass, something pinged deep inside Lilly’s womb.

The sight of Kris in his naked glory was just as stunning. She’d never in her life seen beauty to match these two men. Muscle defined every lean inch of Kris’s golden body. His deep tan offset his fair hair, and his body was pure masculine perfection.

She was obviously not the only person in the room turned on by Kris. Nick’s eyes filled with dark lust. He seemed totally focused on the blond man. Her heart began to thud, the answering echo a dull beat between her legs. A part of her knew what was going to happen, and yet she couldn’t quite believe it.

She watched in shock and fascination as Nick pulled Kris close for a sensual kiss. Lilly could imagine the soft, masculine feel of those lips. She’d kissed them both at one time or another, but the sight of them kissing
each other
shot a jolt of arousal straight to her brain. Or was it her clit? She squeezed her thighs together, trying to quell the ache that dampened her sex.

Nick gently kissed and sucked at Kris’s neck. There was obvious tenderness there. Jealously made her chest tighten, even as she was moved by the closeness between the two men. Conflicting emotions washed over her.

They kissed again
—
a darker kiss. Nick, forceful and dominant, made Kris rock back and moan against him.

Lust and desire battled with anger and emotional pain inside her heart. She longed to be held and comforted by her dear friend Kris
—
only to realize the irony. Her closest friend stood in front of her, about to screw her ex-boyfriend.

The two men lowered themselves onto the bed. Nick’s muscular arms encircled Kris as he rolled on top of the younger man. Nick began rubbing himself along the blond’s body, dry-humping him. Kris gave a submissive groan. Inside the closet, Lilly did too.

Nick broke the kiss and slid down Kris’s body. He pressed another kiss to Kris’s abs, and the muscles flexed and rippled.

In spite of her anger and jealousy, Lilly couldn’t tear her gaze away.

At last, Nick got up and went over to the bedside table. He pulled out a tube of something and a foil packet. Squeezing the liquid on his hands, he began massaging Kris’s golden hips.

When Kris’s breathing became shallow, Nick moved his hands up to his lover’s nipples and massaged them, working the liquid into Kris’s dark nubs.

In the closet, Lilly’s own nipples hardened in response, rubbing against the lace of her bra. She cupped her breasts gently, exploring the soft skin. Heavy need ached between her legs.

Kris shuddered as Nick’s hands moved down to his inner thighs, stroking and teasing until the blond’s dick was ramrod straight.

“You’re gorgeous, Kris,” she heard Nick say, and her heart gave a lurch. He’d said the exact same thing to her at one time. A part of her was outraged. Another part of her could only agree with her ex.

Nick bent and lightly kissed the tip of his lover’s shaft, and Kris whimpered. From her position, Lilly could see Kris’s thick dick with its smooth mushroom head. A bead of precome glistened under the dorm room’s florescent light.

“Roll over.” Nick’s stern command sent another rush of lust shooting between her thighs. She could only imagine how Kris felt as he submissively obeyed.

She’d never seen Kris’s butt. The sculpted globes of his ass could rival Michelangelo’s
David
. His skin was so golden she thought he must tan in the nude, and one cute mole showed at the top of the cleft between them.

Strangely, there were also what looked like burn scars on his left thigh, the only thing to mar his beauty. They looked like they must once have been very painful, and she wondered what had caused them.

Nick ripped open the package and used both hands to roll the thin sheath over his massive cock. He worked it all the way down the thick base, which rose like a tree branch above his balls.

Nick climbed off the bed and attached something to the headboard. Handcuffs? As Kris lay on his stomach, Nick cuffed the younger man’s left hand to the headboard, then walked around to the right side of the bed and cuffed the other. Nick rubbed the lube round and round in his hand, warming it up, then began smoothing it down Kris’s back toward his cleft.

Lilly could only imagine how Kris felt with that sheathed cock probing his ass. The blond shook with obvious need. Her own pussy grew swollen, and desire coiled low in her belly.

Her conflicting emotions baffled her. How could she be turned on by this? Nick was her ex-boyfriend and Kris her best friend. And yet she was. She couldn’t help it. Her body betrayed her, thrumming with desire. Her muscles yearned to be pressed against the two men. She did the only thing she could and inched her skirt up her thighs. Slowly, she walked her fingertips lightly along her wet slit and over her clitoris.

Nick grabbed the younger man’s hips, hauling him up till he was on his hands and knees. Nick drove into Kris at the same time Lilly plunged a finger inside herself, matching Nick’s slow rhythm and suppressing her moans.
She watched them with awe as Kris rocked back against Nick’s thrusts. She relished her view of the tight muscles in Nick’s back and ass, his strong body slowing pressing into Kris while the blond man appeared helpless to his plunder. Slowly, he nudged deeper and deeper until he fully penetrated Kris. Once buried to the hilt, Nick paused, perhaps to let Kris grow accustomed to the sensation for a moment or two before withdrawing slightly. Then, with a sharp buck of his hips, he drove back in. He repeated the action, building to a hard, driving rhythm Lilly matched with her fingers on her clit.