Wicked Times Two

Wicked Times Two

by Tina Donahue

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Burned by her cheating boyfriend, Jasmina is finished with the idea of forever after with any guy. That fairy tale doesn’t exist—at least not for her. From now on, protecting her heart and letting pleasure rule is her motto.

Lucky for her, she has the perfect men in mind. Noah and Kyle, two of the hottest cops in West Palm Beach. She hasn’t been able to get them out of her head since they handled an altercation at Wicked Brand, the tattoo parlor she manages. When they come back to get inked, sparks fly.

Noah’s ready to play, and Kyle’s on board. All they want is her—submission, bondage, spanking…no strings or regrets. Seductive days roll into steamy nights, igniting feelings the guys hadn’t expected and Jasmina can’t deny.

What began as a sensual adventure could turn into so much more…if Jasmina can risk a different kind of love.

Warning: Two hotter-than-sin cops turn an adventurous heroine every which way but loose during playful BDSM games and a ménage that’s off the charts.

Each book in the Wicked Brand series is STANDALONE:
* Wicked Takeover
* Wicked Seduction
* Wicked Times Two
* Wicked Design

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781640634497
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 01/22/2018
Series: Wicked Brand , #3
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 253
Sales rank: 197,964
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Tina Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary, and historical romance for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher's Weekly, Romantic Times, and numerous online sites have praised her work. She's won Readers' Choice Awards, RWA awards - Holt Medallion and NEC, and won a Book of the Year award. She's featured in the Novel&Short Story Writer's Market. Before penning romances, she worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

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A threesome. Exactly what Jasmina Reyes needed to get out of her dating funk and move on with her life. Who better to get her juices flowing than Noah Guzman and Kyle Loring? The poster boys for badass who stepped out of her fantasies and were now approaching Wicked Brand.

Her pulse ticked up. She leaned against the counter and zeroed in on them like a lust-seeking missile.

Both men were in their early thirties and seriously tall. Six-three if they were an inch. They'd ditched their uniforms for tees and jeans. Their shoulders were broad, hips narrow, their muscular thighs and arms the stuff that generated female wet dreams. They were also West Palm Beach cops, alpha to the core, authoritative and assured. The freaking jackpot.

Kyle and Noah stopped outside the parlor display window.

Jasmina's belly fluttered. She pushed to her toes and craned her neck to see better. Thankfully, no artist inked a client in the front chair, so she had a decent view of the city's finest officers.

Wind tousled Kyle's honey-blond hair, short on the sides and back, longer on top. The thick locks grazed his surprisingly dark eyebrows. Sooty lashes framed his hazel eyes. His bronze complexion made him seem golden, his masculine features sexy as hell.

She held her breath to avoid whimpering in delight.

At his side, Noah was pure sin, almost too handsome to be real. His greenish-gray eyes were intense and somewhat brooding, his olive-toned skin darkened by days in the sun, his wavy black hair long enough to invite a woman to run her fingers through the tresses as she captured his mouth with hers.

Heat poured through Jasmina, weakening her.

If forced to choose between them, she'd plead for both. Each man radiated danger, the kind only a bad boy could project, yet they also afforded protection, treating a woman with respect. They'd done so with Marnie when her ex-boyfriend had attacked her outside the parlor last year. Rather than treat her like a helpless victim or, worse, an instigator in the assault, they'd spoken to her gently. They'd also ignored cop protocol and allowed her to postpone her witness statement so she could attend to her bruised face.

Jasmina sensed they'd be just as considerate in bed, giving rather than merely taking, no matter how wild things got.

Warmth and curiosity rolled through her as to why they were in Northwood Village. The touristy enclave in West Palm Beach didn't seem like a place they'd frequent on a day off. She pictured them at the beach or a sports bar, possibly a gym where they worked on their pecs and abs, sweat glistening, muscles bunching, veins bulging as they eyed the ladies.

Unless they were here to get a tat.

Their profiles were to her, their attention on someone down the street. Noah inclined his head in greeting to whoever it was, followed by Kyle, their smiles pleasant and welcoming.

Tor, an ink artist here and also Marnie's boyfriend, joined them. Jasmina bit her lip. She hoped this visit wasn't about Marnie's ex getting bail because of a savvy defense attorney. Please, not that. Ethan hadn't only assaulted her and threatened her life, but he'd attacked Noah and Kyle when they'd intervened. That stupid move was supposed to keep him behind bars for a long time while he faced numerous charges plus a trial.

The guys shook hands and spoke. Tor smiled wide enough to produce his signature dimples.

Knowing him, he wouldn't be doing that if Kyle and Noah had delivered bad news.

She relaxed. Sort of.

They chatted further, their voices too low for her to capture over the peppy Cuban music that played loudly in here. Maybe she should go outside, see what was up, and say hi. Casually, though, despite her pounding heart and the perspiration rolling down her spine.

The last time she'd seen Kyle and Noah was at Lauren's wedding months ago. They'd been with dates then. According to Lauren, those relationships were casual, not serious. However, things might have changed ... maybe.

During the reception, Kyle and Noah snuck peeks at her while their dates mingled. Kyle couldn't have been more serene as his date flirted with other guys, his face placid. Carefree seemed to be in his nature. Noah was equally composed but in a self-assured way, like few things ruffled him. Probably good traits to have in their line of work.

Even with an opportunity to make her move on them, Jasmina had held back. She knew what it was like to be cheated on. Casual or not, she would never horn in on someone else's relationship and hurt another person like she'd been wounded by Brad.

The guys' smiles faded as Tor continued to talk.

Noah looked over, directly at her, and trapped her with his intent gaze.

She stilled, unable to smile or pull in a breath, lost in his attention.

Tor glanced at her.

That wasn't as pleasant as Noah's look and didn't seem accidental.

What did you say to them?

Noah's face gave nothing away, his behavior typical cop. Assertive. Assured. Irresistible.

Her legs turned watery. Fierce need overwhelmed her. She craved to be in his arms, their mouths joined, his size and weight confining her.

Kyle glanced at her, too, dismay in his eyes.

What is going on?

Where was his charming smile? His easy manner? She longed to touch, smell, and taste him, drown in his masculinity.

Tor said something else, drawing the guys' attention back to him.

Jasmina sagged against the counter, winded, as if she'd run several blocks. She didn't need this turmoil. Why'd they have to come here and tempt her?

And what the hell was Tor saying?

Frustrated, she forced herself to work but couldn't concentrate on the staff schedules and booked two artists for the same client. She deleted the second name from the online calendar and looked up again.

The guys had drifted to the right, Kyle partially blocked from view.

She leaned over to follow them and bumped into something.

Lauren. She owned the tattoo parlor.

Regarding the guys, Lauren munched on her Payday candy bar. She was newly pregnant and couldn't get enough peanuts ... at least this week. Earlier in the month, she'd craved ice cream until its taste nauseated her. Popcorn, ranchero sauce, and chocolate scents also sent her bolting to the bathroom. The staff had learned to be careful with the food they brought for lunch, dinner, or snacks. Lauren wasn't only a great boss but a friend. No one wanted her to suffer.

Jasmina inclined her head toward the window. "Do you know why Noah and Kyle are here?"

Lauren cleared her throat. "No." They glanced this way again, even Tor. "But something tells me their visit isn't about Ethan's upcoming trial."

No kidding. The way they kept glancing at her made Jasmina self-conscious and curious. If they weren't here for a tat, then that left one other thing ... they wanted to see her. At least until Tor had said something to keep them out there and staring, rather than in here and talking. She swore beneath her breath.

Lauren leaned in and regarded her.

She edged back. "What?"

"Are you interested in one of them?"

Jasmina shrugged, cool as could be despite heat surging through her. "They're great-looking guys."

"They?" Lauren's blond eyebrows crept up. "As in both of them?"

She gestured to the front window. "You tell me which one is best. See if you can. I dare you."

Lauren bit into her candy, chewed once, and stopped. "Oh crap." Her face went ashy, making her hair seem blonder, her eyes a deeper blue.

Jasmina sensed what was coming. "Are you having trouble with peanuts now and —"

"Don't even say the words." Lauren stifled a belch. Her cheeks puffed. "Oh hell. Here."

She shoved the half-eaten treat into Jasmina's hand and raced down the hall to the bathroom.

Jasmina tossed the candy, brought up her computer spreadsheet, and keyed in Paydays-peanuts-caramel so she and the staff wouldn't bring those items into the parlor for a while.

The front door swung open.

Kyle and Noah strode inside, wearing their cop authority like a second skin.

She fought dizziness, drawn to them effortlessly and recklessly.

Tor hurried past the guys and reached her first.

She ignored him.

Kyle's fragrance wafted close, an intoxicating cedar and suede mixture. She struggled against taking another sniff, not wanting him to think she was weird, but it wasn't easy to restrain her desire. The disillusionment in his eyes had faded, replaced by male interest ... almost as if he couldn't help himself.


He smiled at her, the gesture easygoing yet cocksure.

She liked that.

Noah brought up the rear, his scent tobacco, with a hint of coffee and musk. One thousand percent male, like his confident bearing and attentive gaze.

Ambrosia to a woman who hadn't had sex in months.

Her cheeks stung. So much for playing things cool. "Hey. What's up?"

Kyle rubbed his mouth, but it didn't entirely hide his smile.

Color darkened Noah's face.

Jasmina had to keep from leaning over the counter to check out the prizes between their legs and asking if they were still seeing the women they'd brought to the wedding. Or maybe they had someone new? She hoped not. "Is everything going okay with the trial? Ethan didn't bust out of jail, did he?"

Kyle laughed. "Nope."

Noah chimed in. "He wouldn't dare."

Their voices rumbled; her lust spiked to overdrive. Calm down before you make a fool of yourself.

It wasn't like her to become unglued around guys. She'd always been herself whether they enjoyed her personality or not. Of course, Noah and Kyle were the first men she'd been interested in post-Brad.

Maybe that's why Tor stood to the side like a chaperone.

She knew she'd been in bad shape after being cheated on, but she didn't like or need his intrusion and turned to him. "Can I do something for you?"

"I'm good."

"Awesome." She slapped on a smile and gestured to the waiting area. "Your client will be glad to hear that. He's ready to get inked." She lowered her voice. "He's the elderly man wearing the bright orange shorts. Nice guy."

She gave Tor the work order that detailed the tat the man wanted: a 3-D design on his left pec that depicted an opened zipper. From inside his heart, his late wife smiled at him.

The sweetest gesture Jasmina had ever seen. If only all guys were loyal to the ones they were supposed to love.

Wasn't going to happen, especially to her.

With the forever-after fantasy in her rearview mirror, she was ready to cut loose and enjoy herself. Not once but twice. Wicked times two. She faced Noah and Kyle, attracted to both and eager to know what it would be like to be with them at the same time. A threesome was the safest way she knew to have fun and indulge in her carnal fantasies while also protecting her heart.

However, whether they would go for the idea or think she was crazy was a huge if.

They shot loaded gazes at Tor.

He fired one right back but collected his client.

"Hey, I'm Tor Avana." He stuck out his hand. "Ward, is it? Nice to meet you."

"Same here." They shook. "Hope I'm not too old for this."

Jasmina cut in. "Not at all. Go for it." She gave him two thumbs-up.

He laughed softly.

"This way." Tor gestured for Ward to take a seat in the front chair.

The poor man shrank back. "You're going to tattoo me in public?"

"Sure." Tor clamped Ward's shoulder. "It'll be fun."

"Oh no, please." He waved his hands. "I wouldn't want anyone except Sheila seeing this old body." He lifted his droopy shoulders. "She loved me. She didn't mind how I looked."

Jasmina's throat tightened with emotion. "It's okay. Tor can ink you in his workstation in the back. Totally private."

Tor gave her a look. She gave him one right back, annoyed at his behavior today.

He ushered Ward down the hall but kept glancing over at her, Kyle, and Noah.

Jasmina recalled when she'd first started to date. A big thing, given she was the youngest in her family, not to mention the only girl with six brothers. Her mom and dad had been pretty cool about the whole thing, trusting their daughter to make the right choices and not to be a pushover for anyone. Her brothers were a different story.

Tor had shot the same look to Noah and Kyle that her brothers had given the guys she'd dated, which said, "Back off." Until Brad had fucked with her heart and dignity, Tor had never questioned her good sense. She knew she'd been hell to live with around here, acting like a damn zombie. But that was in the past. She was ready to move on, and he should trust her to know her own mind. The last thing she needed was a damn bodyguard. She regarded Kyle and Noah. "Something bothering Tor?"

Kyle lifted his eyebrows slightly. A mellow response that told her nothing.

Noah showed no reaction, his mood reserved, thoughts masked, taking her in as though it was his right. Just as a cop would do. Pure authority.

If he behaved the same in bed ...

A pleasant thrill ran through her, dulling the outside world. Sounds and colors faded.

For him to play Dom to her sub would be the absolute best. After he worked his wicked ways on her, Kyle would be there for comfort and tenderness. They could even switch things up, taking turns playing good cop and bad. To have their passion released at the same time ...

Her blood raced. "I'm guessing you were talking to him about Ethan's case." Among other things. "But it's confidential, huh? No biggie. As long as he's still in jail and then getting prison time, I'm good."

Noah hooked his thumb in his jeans pocket. "Things are on schedule with him."

Good news for Marnie and everyone else.

"Wonderful. You guys enjoying the summer?" A few minutes in the sticky July temperature was enough to wilt steel. Their reddened faces had her picturing them during sex. She pressed against the counter, aching to get closer to them. "Or is it too hot for you?"

"I can manage it." Kyle took her in slowly.

Noah boldly.

Thanks to their scrutiny and the chilled air pouring from the AC vents, her nipples were mega hard and poking against her white tank top. "Same here. Though I like when it cools off somewhat at night. Makes hanging out more pleasant."

Especially with them.

Delight sparked in Kyle's eyes. No way had he misunderstood what she was getting at.

He touched the counter close to her hand. "You like to hang out?" Noah kicked Kyle's shoe.

They didn't look at each other, but Kyle drew back his hand, his self-assurance replaced by a hesitation that surprised her. During Ethan's arrest, he'd been the man. At the wedding, he'd been comfortable in his own skin. She'd never seen this side. Or Noah interfering in anything Kyle did, including speaking with her. "Yeah, I do." She gave them a pointed look. "Doesn't everyone?"

Noah leaned against the counter. "I suppose. If you're not busy, I'd like to talk about getting a tat."

Kyle huffed out a breath. "Yeah. Me, too."

Her spirits collapsed. Although they seemed to be interested in her, a threesome was her fantasy, not theirs. Deflated, she forced a smile. "Sure thing. Are you two looking to get your girlfriends' names inked on your arms, pecs, shoulders ...?"

Noah rested his elbow on the countertop, his fingers close to hers. Dark hairs dusted his forearm. His fragrance surrounded them. "I'm not seeing anyone special."

Her hope skyrocketed. She locked her knees to keep steady.

Kyle dragged his thumb over the glass. The glide registered in her nipples. "Me, either."

She wanted to grin but waited for them to ask her status.


She sank back to disappointment and cleared her throat. "Guess we should get you guys started. Any idea what kind of tats you'd like?" They took in her eyes, mouth, and chest. Kyle stroked the glass. "What do you have?"

"Have?" She shook her head.

Noah's gesture took in the place, but his gaze remained on her. "In terms of designs."

Pictures hung in every corner. They hadn't looked at a single one, their focus solely on her. She wasn't complaining.

Call her crazy, but they didn't seem to be here to get inked, no matter what they said. So why not simply say what they came here to say? They weren't shy, given how they stripped her with their eyes.

"You're sure you guys want tats?"

Kyle pushed away from the counter. "Why?"

She couldn't answer, afraid she might be wrong about them. Maybe they did want to get inked and simply stared at all women's faces and boobs as they had hers. She didn't know them, and they definitely weren't helping to change that. She hated playing these kinds of games. Being direct seemed smarter and less time-consuming. But Brad had changed her philosophy. She wasn't ready to be brutally honest about how she felt or what she wanted only to get steamrolled again, especially by two of the hottest guys in this area.


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