Night Is Darkest Jayne Rylon (bookreader .TXT) 📖

She peeked from beneath her thick lashes toward the inferno of passion roiling in the depths of his eyes. “Yes. Enough that I might have brought this hell on us all by trusting the wrong person to teach me.”

Regret banked the lust in Mason’s expression. “If you’re going to blame anyone, it should be me. I wouldn’t let Tyler accept your advances even though we intended to claim you eventually. Once you were old enough, or I ran out of excuses. Shit, I pushed you into that psycho’s clutches. I won’t ever do it again, I promise. If there’s something you want to experience, all you have to do is ask. Nothing is too outrageous for me. Or Ty. Understand?”

Her breath came in shallow pants as she nodded.

“The proper response is ‘Yes, sir.’”

“Yes, sir.” Lacey swore the crotch of her panties had never been so wet.

“Excuse me. Sir?”

They both laughed when the desk clerk waved for their attention. The silver-haired gentleman gave them a curious stare before continuing. “We’re about to close the lodge for the night. Are you, by chance, Mr. Lambert?”

“Actually, no, I’m Mason Clark. We’re the other two in his party of three, though.” Mason gave her ass a tap. It stung a bit. She understood his dismissal and wandered off to investigate some of the pamphlets promoting various activities such as horseback riding, target shooting and hiking as he arranged the details of their stay.

When warm arms surrounded her from behind, she leaned into Ty’s steady chest. “Better now?”

“Damn, Lacey. It took three cycles of the presidents to erode that woody.”

“Cycles of the presidents?” She spun in his arms, wondering what the hell he meant. Mason strode up next to them.

“When Tyler is having control issues, he depends on American history to bore him flaccid. Let’s get to our room before he has to resort to naming all the major battle sites in the Civil War.”

She laughed as they each claimed one of her hands in theirs and returned to the truck.

It took less than three minutes to drive to their cabin, though it seemed ultra-secluded. No other signs of habitation were visible from the lovely wraparound porch she crossed while Mason dug the key from his pocket. He unlocked the painted forest green door then ushered her inside. When he flipped on the wrought-iron chandelier, she had to stifle a gasp.

A humongous, hand-carved bed acted as the centerpiece of the one-room cabin. The style mimicked the rustic elegance of the well appointed lodge. The head and footboard design incorporated sweeping sculptures of trees whose branches entwined to form an intricate latticework. In one corner, floor-to-ceiling windows surrounded a kitchenette complete with a cute, round table. She bet the nook made the perfect place to enjoy a cup of morning coffee while overlooking the scenic mountains.

On the other side of the room, two doors led off the main space. One stood open, showcasing a moderate yet comfortable bathroom. She guessed the closed door beside it housed a linen closet or a utility room.

“Guys, this has to have cost a fortune.” Her reverent whisper echoed off the polished wood surfaces.

“Don’t worry, little one. You deserve something special.” Ty dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I’m glad you like it.”

“This is the most wonderful hideout in the history of man.” She flopped back on the quilted duvet with a sigh. “I feel more relaxed already.”

“Wait until she sees the rest.” Tyler winked at Mason. They both beamed at the reception of their selection. While she kicked off her shoes and tried to ignore their actions, the guys engaged the deadbolt on the door, drew the curtains and double-checked the closures on the windows before joining her.

“Are you tired, doll?” Mason towered over her when he stood next to the bed.

“Not even a little.” Normally, she’d just be getting into the middle of her work day plus she’d slept a ton yesterday as she recovered. “Think you can entertain me for a while?”

“Ready for that skinny dip?” Tyler joined Mason by her knees.

Though she’d scanned the bathroom and the deck on arrival, she hadn’t spotted a hot tub. She hoped Tyler wouldn’t be too disappointed.

“I don’t think there’s a Jacuzzi but we could all try to squeeze in the bathtub and pretend.”

“This room has something better. Come on.” Ty and Mason each reached out a hand to help her to her feet.

Curious, she followed their lead. They headed for the paneled door she’d assumed was a closet. When they got closer she noticed a wood plank about the size of a postcard. One word had been burned into the surface in a fancy script.

Spring

Beneath the board, a tiny green LED shone.

“Looks like we have the place to ourselves. The rest of the guests must be early birds.” Mason and Tyler exchanged a resounding high five.

Lacey replayed their approach to the cabin. She could have sworn this side of the house faced the gravel driveway. There hadn’t been any other structure beyond the slight bump for the bathroom.

“Where does this go?” she wondered aloud.

“Better get those clothes off, little one, before Mason gets impatient and rips them off.” Even as he scolded her, Tyler peeled his charcoal thermal over his head. He tossed it onto the cedar chest at the foot of the bed. When she glanced back, Mason had stripped to the waist as well. The sight of all that golden skin and rippling muscle made her knees weak.

“Careful.” Mason steadied her while Tyler shimmied out of his faded jeans. “Lift up.”

Naked, Tyler nudged her hands until she raised her arms. Then he gripped the hem of her sweater, drawing it free. The crisp air beaded her nipples beneath the thin silk of her bra. He didn’t even try to resist the temptation, bending to surround a hard tip with his mouth through the fabric.

“I bumped the heat up when we first walked in. I’m sure it’ll be more comfortable when we get back