Page 96 of The Very Naughty List

“Fuck,” I gasp, my brows stitching together as I struggle to keep my expression neutral.

I can’t let myself fall apart in an obvious way. Not here. I’m determined to get through the parade without being busted for public indecency, so I straighten up and wave more aggressively. I have to let all the energy building up inside me out somehow before I scream, so it might as well be by egging on the crowd.

I get a roar of applause in response, so I beam at them, despite the fact that there’s a voice screaming in my head that I’m seconds away from coming.

When Nick slides his fingers out of me abruptly to bring their wetness to my clit, pinching just hard enough to send a burst of pleasure and pain shooting through me, a plaintive moan slips out of my mouth.

Fuck, I’m about to lose it. I’m going to fall apart here in his lap with hundreds of people watching.

Reid must hear the tiny noise I make beneath the music, because he glances over his shoulder toward us. His eyes widen, shock and heat sparking in his eyes, and my stomach flutters. I might have the rest of the crowd fooled, but he clearly knows me well enough by now that all it takes is one look at my face for him to figure out what’s going on.

For a half-second, his gaze stays locked with mine, as if he’s wrestling down the impulse to stride over and drop to his knees in front of me so he can join Nick in pushing me toward an earth-shattering orgasm. But then he clears his throat, turning back to face the crowd.

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” he bellows, cupping both hands around his mouth to make the sound louder, drowning out the barely contained whimpers pouring out of me.

Sebastian looks at him quizzically for a second, then flicks his gaze to me.

If I weren’t so overwhelmed by pleasure and the need to stay quiet, I’d laugh at how quickly he picks up on what’s going on too. Just like Reid, he locks eyes with me for one scorching moment, and the heated look on his face is almost enough to incinerate the float from the ground up.

Then he turns back to the crowd, joining his brother in providing a distraction by getting the crowd to clap along with him to whatever song is blaring from the speakers. They take turns glancing back at me, their eyes flashing, and I can almost feel the burn of their jealousy and arousal at what’s happening between me and Nick.

“They’ve got you,” Nick breathes in my ear, his fingers working faster. “I’ve got you too, songbird. Come for me. No one will know, I promise.”

I don’t see how he can promise that when I’m pretty sure I’m about to scream his name in a decidedlynotfamily friendly way. But as Nick’s words sink in, it strikes me in a rush that even though he’s the only one touching me, all three of them are working together to take care of me—and that knowledge warms something in my soul.

It makes me feel safe, cared for… and more deeply desired than I ever thought possible.

I fight against the urge to roll my hips against Nick’s hand, not wanting to risk drawing attention to what he’s doing to me. Instead, I clench tightly around the intrusion of his thick fingers, milking them the same way I would his cock.

“Please,” I breathe. “Oh fuck. Ohfuck, god, Nick…”

When the orgasm hits, it rolls through me slowly, and I grip the blanket as stars dance in my vision, joining the lights sparkling on the nearby floats. I suck in ragged breaths through my nose, doing my best to keep my eyes from rolling back as pleasure fills me, expanding outward from my core and filling my limbs. Nick’s arm stays locked around my waist, helping keep me upright and holding me steady until the wave crests and then starts to ebb away.

I release a shuddering breath, melting slowly against him, and when he hums in satisfaction, I can feel the vibration of it against my back.

“I guess that’s another tick in the naughty column,” he murmurs, teasing my clit with gentle strokes of his fingers and sending little jolts through my veins. “Good thing I like it when you’re a bad girl, songbird.”

32

HAILEY

My heart doesn’t stop racingas we make the final turn that leads us back to the beginning of the parade route. Nick’s fingers ease away from my clit, but I can still feel the hot press of his cock against my ass, and it’s all I can do not to grind down against it.

But I’ve already teased him enough, and since the parade is almost over, we’ll have to stand up soon. I’ll have to figure out how to walk on legs that feel like jelly, and Nick will probably need a minute to adjust himself.

I know that Sebastian and Reid could both tell what was happening, and the fact that they covered for the small noises that escaped me is yet another sign of how well all four of us seem to work in sync without even needing to talk or ask for anything. It’s as if we’re all connected by some sort of crazy chemistry.

Nick slides his fingers out from between my legs just as the parade is about to end. That timing couldn’t have worked out any better if I tried.

The end of the parade route is right on Main Street, and a crowd of people gather around the floats, clapping and cheering. Nick slides the blanket off of our laps and gallantly offers me hishand, helping me stand up. I suppress a grin at the gentlemanly gesture—especially sincehe’sthe reason my legs are shaking like a fawn’s.

“Did you have a good ride, trouble?” Reid asks as he and Sebastian join us in trooping off the large float.

I flush, prickles of awareness rushing over my skin at the undertone of heat in his voice. “Yes. It was amazing.”

“Fucking hell,” Sebastian groans under his breath, his voice strained. “I can’t wait to get you back home. Standing up on the float, knowing you were about to fall apart right behind me? Pure torture.”

“He’s right,” Reid adds. “And it’s not easy hiding a hard-on when you’re wearing tights. I think we need to punish you for being such a bad girl.”

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