Boots and Lace by Myla Jackson Read Free Book Online Page A

feet drop to the floor. “I think she’s embarrassing Nick more.”
    Nick’s frown deepened. “Are you always so straightforward about sex?”
    “I haven’t always been.” Lacey’s lips tightened for a moment, the hurt of her last failed relationship still giving her twinges, like poking at a sensitive scar. “One thing I’ve learned is that life’s too short to beat around the bushes when you can just say what you want.”
    “I’ve noticed that about you.” Nick shook his head. “You don’t pull your punches.”
    “No, I don’t.” Lacey nodded. “Leave or stay. Just don’t make me waste a good orgasm, for Pete’s sake.” Lacey stood, the T-shirt slipping downward to cover her nakedness beneath. Let them think what they wanted. She’d sworn never to feel or show shame for wanting—no, needing—sex, ever again. “Well, hell, I’m already losing my edge.” She propped her fists on her hips. “Are you going to stand there staring or come in and join the fun?”
    “I have to get back to work,” Nick said, but he made no move to go.
    “Then go.” Lacey walked toward the door, throwing a little more swing into her step than normal. Let him wish he was staying, if in fact he was leaving. For good measure, she leaned past him, brushing her breast against his arm to fling the door open wide. “Don’t let us keep you.” She turned and flounced away, lifting the edge of her shirt to give him a great view of her naked bottom, before she stopped and flung over her shoulder. “Oh, and close the door behind you, please. ” She emphasized the word please , with the same intonation she’d used the night before when she was playing sub to his dom.
    Without another look, she joined Kendall as she pulled the buttons loose on Ed’s shirt.
    “Need a little help there?” Lacey grabbed the garment from behind and peeled it over Ed’s broad shoulders.
    “Damned female,” Nick muttered behind her, and the door slammed shut.
    Lacey sagged, disappointed Nick hadn’t stayed. “You two want to be alone?”
    “Hell, no.” Kendall leaned around Ed and grinned. “Ed doesn’t mind if you want to watch. Right, Ed? You could even join us…” Her gaze swept past Lacey. “Unless you want to do the honors with Lacey?”
    Lacey’s heart bounced against her ribs.
    Before she could turn, hands descended on Lacey’s arms. “I’ll handle this one.” Nick’s warm breath fanned across Lacey’s shoulder, raising gooseflesh on her arms and sending sparks south to her cooling core, raising the heat level. 
    “You stayed…” She sighed.
    “How could I leave?”
    “I thought you wouldn’t call or come by? You said—”
    “No strings.” His fingers tightened painfully, sending another wave of lust straight south. “I meant it.”
    “But what does a little sex have to do with strings?” Lacey laughed. “Let’s get this ball rolling.” She spun out of his grip. “I’ll be right back. I’ve been wanting to test out my newest prop.”
    “Oh, Lacey, you’re too much. The woman knows no limits.” Kendall laughed as she slipped Ed’s zipper down and slid her hand inside his jeans. “Umm, miss me much, big guy?”
    In answer, he pulled her top over her head and unclipped her bra, setting her breasts free.
    Lacey hurried into her bedroom, afraid if she took too long, Nick would change his mind. And she really didn’t want him to change his mind. She wanted to witness his reaction to a little spontaneous orgy.
     
    Nick stood in the middle of the living room, the only one fully clothed and feeling like an idiot, his feet itching to pick up and run. He tried not to watch Ed nibble on Kendall’s naked breasts, but he couldn’t help it. 
    “Why did you stop by, Nick?” Lacey asked from the shadows of her bedroom.
    “Ed dropped his truck off at the shop and needed a ride in an all-fired hurry. And…” he thumbed the silk and lace thong stuffed in the pocket of the gray overalls he’d worn to the