Oh God, she hoped so.
Bram rejoined them, his insulated boots crunching through the snow. “Any sign of the wagon yet?”
Ry shook his head. She eyed him, waiting for the vibrations that should hit.
Any.
Moment.
Now.
The seconds continued to tick by, and she cleared her throat. Ry glanced her way. All traces of his previous carnal hunger had been wiped clean, replaced instead by the phoniest innocent expression she’d ever witnessed on a human being.
If she’d had a blunt object handy, she would have clubbed him with it. “What are you waiting for?”
He cocked his head, seemingly listening for something. Bram stepped around the trunk of the spruce, his attention fused to the rutted path. “Hey, I think the wagon’s coming.”
Ry’s gaze returned to her. “So it is.” And just like that, his angelic demeanor shifted. The smile that stretched his mouth prompted endless goose bumps along her skin.
The big John Deere tractor rumbled into view, the attached canopied wagon bouncing behind it. Sexual frustration welling inside her, she lasered a hot glare at Ry. “You are such a liar.”
“No, baby. I fully intend to keep my word. I just never said when I’d do it.”
“How convenient.”
The tractor’s puttering engine grew louder as the vehicle approached. The wickedness riding Ry’s features kicked up several notches, making her nervous. Why did it feel like she’d possibly made a deal with the devil? “Ryan Hollister, what do you have up your sleeve, damn it?”
With a grinding of brakes, the tractor jolted to a halt and its coverall-wearing operator swung down from the top seat. “Howdy.”
The bullet began buzzing in her pussy. Biting the inside of her cheek to keep from gasping, she jerked her gaze to Ry and noticed the sparkle in his eyes.
Getting tossed into a pit of alligators would be too merciful for the rotten son of a bitch. No, the death she had planned for him would be slow and excruciating.
“Wow, looks like you folks found yourselves a beauty.” Planting his hands on his thighs, the wagon operator stooped to get a better look at the spruce.
The vibrations intensified a fraction.
Oh shit. The damn remote came with different settings? She was so fucked.
God, if only.
Trying to hide her whimpers with a tuneless hum, she shuffled in place. That action only resulted in the crotch of the teddy rubbing between her labia, adding an extra layer onto her torment.
“Let me get you all a tag.” The worker fumbled in the pocket stitched to the front of his bib. His bushy mustache drooped low as he frowned. “Well shoot. Musta left them in the cab.” His motions slow and lumbering as a polar bear, he waddled toward his tractor. The pulsations in her pussy lessened. She wanted to scream. Cry. Rip off her pants and demand Ry and Bram fuck her.
“What’s the matter, baby? You look a little flushed.” His lips twitching, Ry kneaded her shoulder.
She lowered her voice to a fierce whisper that she prayed the tractor driver couldn’t hear. “You better be prepared to fuck my brains out when we get home.”
The fire in his eyes threatened to burn her alive. “Believe me, that’s a given.”
She shivered, as much from the sinful promise in his tone as the bullet jiggling in her pussy.
“Here we go.” The worker returned with the tag and hunkered to his knees in order to affix it to the spruce. “You boys need a hand hauling this into the wagon?”
“No, we’ve got it covered.” Bram crouched and grabbed the trunk. The vibrations blessedly ceased as Ry stepped around her and wrestled with the front end of the tree. After some grunting and cursing, they situated the evergreen near the back of the wagon. She clambered up the wooden plank steps and plunked her fanny onto one of the prickly bales of hay used for seating. The strong, bracing scent of pine surrounded her, making her feel like she was in the middle of a forest. Oh right, she was. Duh. Being deprived of orgasm was apparently slowly killing off her brain cells. Feeling suitably grouchy, she sent Ry and Bram a peeved look while they sat down on either side of her.
The worker popped his head through the opening. “Everyone ready back here?”
Ry squeezed her knee as the bullet started up again. “More than ready.”
Giving the thumbs-up sign, the driver moseyed to the John Deere. Lacey let out a frustrated gasp and swatted at Ry’s hand. “You are such a bastard.”
“No, baby. I’m marking off your wish list. You said you wanted public sex, well I’m giving you a small taste of it.” Ry’s fingers swept small, distracting figure eights over the denim covering her leg. “Be glad it’s as cold as it is. Otherwise I’d be tempted to ruck these jeans down right now and bury my mouth between your legs while that vibe is doing its thing.”
Bram leaned forward, his stare moving to her lap. “Holy shit. Don’t tell me the bullet’s been buzzing this whole time.”
“Mostly.” Ry’s palm smoothed along her clenched thigh. “Just enough to keep her busy wondering if she’d come apart in front of our friend up there.” He nodded his chin toward the driver, who was whistling off key in the cab of the tractor. The vehicle lurched forward, jostling them slightly on the bales of hay.
Ry’s gloved fingers continued wandering along the inner seam of her jeans until they rested against her crotch. The vibrations increased in tempo. “It’s exactly two minutes until we reach the parking lot. I timed it earlier. Think you can come before that, baby? Because I’m warning you right now, we’re not going to let up on you until you do.”
She was too dazed to completely comprehend Ry’s meaning. Even when he used his teeth to yank off his glove she didn’t really get it. It wasn’t until he unzipped her jeans and slid his hand inside the narrow opening in the denim that his intention pierced the sensual fog clouding her brain. She barely had time to register the blissful stroking of Ry’s calloused fingers on her clit before Bram’s hand snuck inside her coat and beneath her sweater. His warm palm infinitely arousing, Bram massaged her breast through her bra, his thumb rolling over her nipple. She gasped, her hips jerking. Her pussy clenched around the throbbing bullet, but the climax still hovered out of reach.
The wagon’s wheels seemed to hit every rut in the path, bouncing her in a way that did nothing to help her situation. Her desperate moan leaked free before she could stop it. Pulse thundering, she shot a look toward the driver, uncertain if he’d heard.
“One minute, baby, and he’ll stop this wagon and walk back here. Know what he’ll see?” Ry’s mouth pressed against her ear, his beard scruff an erotic scrape along her cheek. “You, coming all over my hand.”
Her breath snagged in her throat, excitement and panic jockeying for the foremost sensation in her body. Bram eased down the cup of her bra and plucked her nipple lightly as his teeth grazed the side of her neck. “I wish I was buried inside you right now. Then he’d see you coming all over my cock instead.”
She whimpered. Ry’s fingers moved in tighter and tighter little circles on her clit. “Does that excite you, naughty girl? Maybe we should give you what you really want.”
A tremble began low in her belly.
“What is it that you really want, Lace?” Bram’s lips traversed her jaw.
The tractor crossed the metal grate marking the south entrance to the lot. In the not-too-far distance, she could hear the roar of the chainsaws putting cleaner cuts on the customers’ trees. The bullet buzzed at maximum speed and velocity. Ry tugged her clit between his thumb and index finger, mimicking the pattern of the vibrations in her pussy. She gasped her answer. “B-both of you.”