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  “You’re telling me.”

  “I don’t have your self control,” Mark pointed out. “After hearing her conversation, I won’t stop with her mouth if I ever take the first kiss while standing under the mistletoe.”

  Chapter Six

  One Week Later

  Christmas Eve

  Patience couldn’t remember when shopping had been so much fun, or exhausting. The McCoys knew everyone on the Myrtle Beach Strip, which slowed their progress as far as browsing stores and taking in the Christmas decorations.

  Since meeting the McCoy brothers, Patience had shopped with them several times. She had started to enjoy herself more while warming up to the idea of pursuing one or both of them for more than friendship.

  After a busy morning, they strolled down South Ocean Boulevard, heading for the Bay View. Spenser stopped in front of a display window. Mark tapped her arm. “Hold up a minute.”

  Patience turned around and Spenser said, “Would you like to know what I want for Christmas?”

  “What?” she asked.

  “To see you in that,” he said, pointing.

  Patience walked closer to the storefront. “Are you serious?” she asked, eyeing the thong-style two-piece swimsuit.

  “I could go for seeing you in anything black,” Mark said, adding, “or skimpy.”

  Patience giggled uncomfortably, suddenly aware of the ten pounds she’d packed on, primarily in her bottom. “If you’re good,” she teased, “I’ll consider it for next Christmas.”

  Spenser was all over the remark. Adding a little swagger to his walk, his eyes pierced through hers. “I’m always good, darlin’. And as much as I’d like to think we’re at the start of more Christmases together, when it comes to seeing you in that little number, my patience is thin.”

  “Well,” she drawled, “this Patience isn’t!” She bit down on her forefinger and studied the swimsuit. Come to think of it, she would look good in that particular style. The scant top would only compliment her large breasts.

  “Come on, Patience. It’s Christmas. I’ll buy the damn thing if you try the swimsuit and like it.”

  “If she likes it?” Spenser asked. “What if I do?”

  “It probably wouldn’t fit you,” Mark teased. Offering Patience a little more encouragement, he said, “That little beauty would look great on you.”

  “I’ll go for sexy,” Spenser said.

  “Guys,” Patience reminded. “We have thirty minutes before What a Ham closes for the holidays.

  Spenser grabbed her arm and rushed her inside the store. “Then you’d better hurry!”

  * * * *

  Spenser nearly swallowed his tongue. Mark went pale.

  Patience stepped out of the dressing room in the itsy bitsy teeny weenie too-tight—well he didn’t know quite what to call it since there wasn’t much there.

  “Okay guys,” she said faintly. “Frontal view only.”

  Mark grinned and his gaze darted where Spenser’s did, first to her spilling breasts and then to the glorious full length mirror behind her.

  Good Lord, what an ass, Spenser thought. Mark extended his index finger and twirled it in the air. That a boy, Mark, make her think we still require the whole show.

  “Come on now,” Mark encouraged. “Don’t be shy. Turn around.”

  He bought them a little more time to gawk in that beautiful well-placed antique mirror. Behaving like men, they continued to stare beyond her thin shoulder and take in the shape of one gorgeous ass. The thong style couldn’t possibly look better on anyone else.

  Patience blushed. “So you like the front?” she finally asked, running her hands over her voluptuous curves.

  “Very much,” Spenser said, surprised he could speak at all after seeing her apple-shaped bottom.

  Mark’s gaze returned to the mirror. Spenser’s met his there.

  “I like the back, too,” Mark said.

  “God, yeah,” Spenser agreed.

  Patience quickly turned around to stare into the lust-filled eyes of two horny men. Spenser couldn’t help but readjust things in his slacks. His balls tightened and his dick was in a true bind.

  “I like this view a hell of a lot, too,” Mark said, once she faced the other way. “This is even better.”

  “Much,” Spenser said.

  “Guys! Please!” She bolted in the dressing room and Mark followed her.

  Spenser tapped the closed curtain. “I’ll distract the sales clerk while you try and convince her a new swimsuit will only compliment her beach wardrobe.”

  “I’ll work on it,” Mark called out.

  What a brother, what a pal. Mark had all the fun.

  * * * *

  Patience reminded herself of her promise. She wasn’t chasing trouble, but she didn’t impose any ridiculous guidelines about being pursued, or more specifically, followed into a ladies dressing room.

  Mark’s hot gaze settled at her breasts. “Drop the top,” he said with a guttural, low-pitched growl.

  His request was a demand. His demand, undoubtedly serious.

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “Don’t beg or pardon me…Just.” He reached behind her neck and untied the strings. “Take.” He watched those long, thin rope-like ties fall. She cupped her hands over the material to hold herself under cover. “This.” He removed her hands. “Off.”

  The top dwindled to the floor.

  He ran his thumb back and forth over his bottom lip, in deep concentration. “Damn woman, it ought to be against the law for you to wear clothes at all.”

  Patience swallowed over and over again. The way he studied her made her hot and wet. Hearing his masculine approval, enticed her nipples. They became sensitive, anticipating the first touch.

  She should’ve been shot for contemplating the thoughts she considered then. At best, arrested for the public sex acts she wanted performed.

  He licked his lips and took a step forward. “Damn.”

  “Do you always pursue your women to this extreme?”

  “No,” he said, wrapping his thick arm around her bare waist. “Sometimes I kick it up a level.” He yanked her forward. Her heavy chest slammed against him as fast as his lips crashed against hers.

  Like silk, his tongue claimed hers while his hands ran up and down her spine. His kiss started out as gentle and sweet, but soon turned hot and bothersome.

  Shivering, her body melded to his and, rather than grasp for resistance, she arched in submission, her hands tangling in the soft texture of his hair. He nipped at her lips, a throaty, masculine sound of a hungry male taking his time in search of pure pleasure.

  And he knew where to find plenty.

  He lowered his head, breaking their first contact and lapped at her nipple. His flat tongue moved over her point with precision and attention to detail, and he spared her nothing.

  Cupping her bottom, he raised her to him, locking her legs around his waist. Then, he twisted his hand under her, working to free himself and loosen his belt.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered when she felt the sensation, the undeniable feel of an excited man ready for friction and a lot more action. “You have to stop.”.

  He took three steps and pushed her against the wall. She asked him to slow down, stop, but he moved forward. God, how did he know? How could he possibly understand she needed this more than she needed anything else? Right then, she wanted whatever he had to give.

  Painfully conscious of where he perhaps wanted the foreplay to lead, Patience cursed her sexuality, cursed the man making her all too aware of her needs. But the words never formed. She kept them all inside, spinning around in her virtually empty head.

  Right then, she possessed only one thought. Right there, she owned one motivation. Right away, she sighed when he pressed through the thin bottom half of the bathing suit. She had one concern, one need, and it existed as the most basic.

  She yearned for sex. And she wanted a hard, thrashing fuck from Mark and Spenser.

  Her m
outh opened as he ground his hand against her pussy, still manipulating her sex but hesitation keeping him from crossing over the threshold and plunging his fingers into her center. Oh, she longed for his cock now—but thank God—one brother made sure the other denied her.

  * * * *

  Spenser gave the curtain a sharp tug and the metal rings slid across the slick, shiny bar at the top, clanging together all at once.

  “Holy cripes!” he exclaimed, stepping inside. “You two don’t waste seconds, do you?”

  Breathless and embarrassed, she counted her blessings. She was glad Spenser stopped them and thankful the invasion came from Spenser, rather than another customer.

  “Damn your timing,” Mark said, releasing her.

  Yes, his timing sucked.

  “I’ll remember you for this,” Mark bit out.

  Spenser grinned. “Those are some great tits you have there,” he said wide-eyed and frisky as all hell, if the bulge in between his thighs gave an unsubtle hint.

  He thumbed the area behind him. “The clerks said the store closes at noon for the holiday.”

  “Yes,” Patience said, her voice quivering. “I’ll um…if the two of you will just give me a minute?”

  Spenser slapped his brother’s back. “We’ll wait out here, won’t we, bro?”

  Mark gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “We’ll continue this later,” he promised.

  God, she hoped not.

  They disappeared behind the curtain and she studied her reflection in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her nipples pointed forward like beaded pearls someone puckered into all-out arousal.

  Someone did, she reminded. Oh hell, what had she done? Good grief, what kind of woman did she turn into overnight?

  She touched her parched lips. Damn, what a kiss. She closed her eyes and wished she could turn back the gentle hands of time.

  “This is ridiculous,” she whispered to herself. “Groping in a public dressing room was nothing short of…incredible.”

  * * * *

  They made their way back to Bay View without mentioning what happened between them. Mark and Patience exchanged lust-filled glances and Spenser didn’t mind.

  Mark needed to break the ice. Now, Spenser planned on crushing the broken pieces up all nice and fine in order to move things right along. He never possessed a particular fondness for wasting valuable time, especially when erotic pleasures guaranteed hours upon hours behind closed doors. The sooner they moved Patience there, the better.

  When they stepped out of the elevator onto their floor, Spenser said, “We’d like you to join us for Christmas dinner.”

  “Tonight?” she asked.

  “Eager little thing aren’t cha?” Spenser asked.

  “No, I just meant—”

  “We generally celebrate around three on Christmas Day. Can you make it?”

  “Sure,” she said. “I’d love to.”

  They walked toward their rooms and Mark asked, “Do you have plans tonight?”

  “Not yet,” she said.

  “Sounds promising,” Spenser said. “I like yet.”

  “I do, too,” she said, sliding the key card down the front pocket on the door.

  “We’ll put our heads together and think of something,” Mark promised.

  “I’ll wait by the phone.”

  Chapter Seven

  Ansley answered on the first ring.

  Patience blurted out, “What am I doing?”

  In Ansley-style—because everything was always about Ansley— she said, “I’m not sure what you’re doing, but I’m in your room raiding your closet right now. Your mom asked me to feed the animals while they’re away, and I have to tell you, I’m so glad she did. I have unlimited access to your wardrobe. You still have stuff in shopping bags, Patience!”

  “Yes, Ansley. I know.” And she would’ve liked to have worn the new off the clothes before Ansley and Kimberly snipped the tags.

  “Anyway, so what are you doing? I hope you’re calling to tell me you’ve already let down your defenses. Heck, just tell me something juicy like ‘I just enjoyed the best fuck of my life.’ Which one has the biggest—”

  “Ansley, really.”

  “I’m serious, here. By now, you should know size, shape, and of course—the one I hate—any limitations. There’s nothing to stand in your way. Grab the bull by its horns. Ride those stallions. Fuck their chickens.”

  “Fuck their chickens?” Patience tried to keep in mind her best friend was a tramp.

  “Just give me the goods. Have you humped and bumped one or both of them yet?”

  A proud tramp.

  “No, Miss Promiscuous, I have not.”

  “Why the hell not?”

  “Because,” she began, “for heaven’s sake, try to remember I just met these guys a few weeks ago.”

  “You try to remember you’re a gal with two years experience with two domineering Doms who fucked you in every conceivable way known to mankind, not to mention every public place in Asheville. This ain’t your first gig, baby,” she drawled.

  “Oh, I get it. I’ve slept with two men in my entire life and now I’m a trained whore?”

  “No, but you’re not,” she paused, “let me say this as delicately as possible. You’re not a virgin either, deary.” She took an exasperated breath and seemed to blow the bulk of air right into the phone. “You are a grown woman. There is no reason why you can’t knock on the McCoy’s door and say, ‘Hey, I’m horny. What do you say we get naked and play?’ I’ll bet they’d yank your little ass inside their condo so fast you wouldn’t know what hit you.”

  “Ansley Cartwell,” she gasped when she heard a noise next door. “Oh, dear God,” she said. “Hang on a minute.”

  “Whatever you say,” Ansley said. “I’m going through your handbags now trying to match something to this new little red pantsuit I found shoved in the back of your closet.”

  Patience slipped her cell phone onto a nearby glass-top table and crept over to the balcony railing. She took deep breaths. I can do this. She took short ones. I-can-do-this-I-can-do-this.

  Then she pushed her entire upper body around the concrete wall and peered over at the McCoy’s empty balcony. Relieved, she hopped down and returned to the phone. “Okay, as you were saying?”

  “I’m finished. It’s your life. I want you to have the best one you can possibly have. Try and remember that, okay?”

  A loud knock interrupted their girly chat. “Let me call you back.”

  * * * *

  “Merry Christmas,” they both chimed.

  Most women would have swooned. In fact, she might have hit the ceramic tile flooring under her if she hadn’t gripped the door so hard.

  “Can we come in?” Spenser asked, grinning.

  “Yeah, we don’t want to give the neighbors something to talk about,” she said, stepping out of the way.

  “Do you know all the neighbors?” Mark teased.

  “Only the sexiest ones,” she said, blinking twice. Sure, Santa Claus invaded chimneys, but the McCoy brothers blasted their way right into every girl’s fantasies—particularly hers–reminding her why good girls were rewarded at Christmas.

  Dressed in silk red robes, the men came prepared. Carrying a beautifully wrapped package and two bottles of Cristal champagne, along with crystal wine goblets, these guys left nothing to chance. The evening held promise and started with nothing more than a very provocative insinuation.

  A devilish smile spread across Spenser’s mouth. “We’re horny,” he said, closing the door.

  “We came to play,” Mark added.

  Patience thinned her lips. “Eavesdrop much?”

  “With the gifts we’re bearing,” Spenser said, snaking his arm around her waist, “you’ll swear Santa came early.”

  Chapter Eight

  Patience forgot how new lust engulfed a person, but as she led the way into her posh bedroom, her excitement grew. Every nerve ending in her body prepared for the night ahead.
For several weeks, she’d thought of nothing else.

  Mark and Spenser McCoy could’ve taken her to bed on day one and she probably wouldn’t have resisted much. Now, she found herself submerged in desire.

  She drew the heavy curtains and plugged in the lights on her large Christmas tree. The undeniable smell of pine filled the room and she inhaled the scent as if the aroma would only heighten her senses.

  Mark set the glasses on the nightstand and Spenser popped the first cork. Patience watched the golden fluid sparkle as he poured the first glass of champagne and then filled two more goblets to the rim.

  Offering Patience her glass, their fingertips touched and he said, “To Christmas and the magic found in the holiday.”

  “To sex on the beach,” Mark chided, smiling.

  “Really? I mean, you don’t mean literally, right?” Patience asked nervously.

  A twinkle appeared in Spenser’s eyes. “If you’re a very good girl,” he said, “you can have us wherever you desire.”

  She liked the idea of sex and sand.

  After she sipped in the toast, Spenser slid the glass away from her fingers.

  “Now,” Mark said, “for your present.” He handed over a beautifully wrapped Christmas gift.

  “But I didn’t get you anything,” she said.

  “You weren’t supposed to,” Mark said.

  “Shh…” Spenser whispered against her lips. The kiss was brief but oh so sweet. When he left her mouth, her lips remained parted.

  Oh, good Lord, she thought, what was she doing? Wanting, she reminded. Needing.

  “Open it,” Spenser instructed excitedly.

  She ripped the box apart and felt her skin heat. Handcuffs, a dildo, a very large vibrator, a silk blindfold, multi-colored condoms, and various lubricants looked specifically placed in the box to provide a beautiful assortment of a girl’s favorite naughty toys.

  “My goodness,” she said. “You two thought of everything.”

  “What do you think?” Spenser asked.