by Heather Long
He gave me a little spin after he pushed away from the wall. He stalked over to me, and I had to bite my lip again. “You think they’d notice if I decided to keep you inside? We could watch the snow fall, naked and in bed.”
“Tempting,” I admitted as he hooked the front of my jacket together and began to zip it up, despite his teasing invitation. “But I don’t think we’d see much snow if we were in bed naked.”
“No,” he agreed, laying one flap over the top of the zipper and tucking it in. “We definitely wouldn’t, but I’m throwing my hat in right now. You and me, my room tonight. Any night, really.”
Another shiver skated up my spine as I returned the favor and zipped him into his jacket. “You guys are going to make choosing hard,” I warned him.
“Maybe,” he murmured, then gave me another kiss before he tugged the top of the jacket up to shield my nose and mouth. “Gloves, babe.”
Bundled in, I pulled the gloves on, and he gave me an approving nod.
By the time we reached the bottom of the stairs, it wasn’t hard to guess the guys had beaten us both out there. A flash of movement by one of the windows had me laughing. “You should let me go first, if you really want to be the last out.”
“And let them hit you with all those snowballs?” Archie eyed me like I was nuts. “Not happening, babe. Besides, the reward is infinitely worth the challenge.”
I snorted, then grabbed his arm when he would have kept going. “Is there a back door?”
His deep brown eyes gleamed as he gave me a slow smile. “Frankie, you’re a bad girl.”
“It’s your terrible influence,” I retorted, and his grin grew.
“This way.”
Two minutes later, we ducked out through the kitchen onto a closed in porch, then down two steps into deeper snow. It was awesome. Archie took my gloved hand in his and lead me around the lodge. We pressed against the side, and he snuck a peek around the side.
“Any minute now,” Jake called. “They’re going to come out. Don’t hit her.”
“No shit,” Ian said. “Any other advice you wanna give?” The thump of snow and a grunt had me clapping a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing.
Well that, and the fact that Coop had just come around from the back corner of the house and stealthed toward us, snow crunching under his feet. There was the sound of scuffling from out front, and Archie’s shoulders were shaking.
I tapped his back as Coop gave me a look. I could read traitor in his eyes quite clearly. No, I wasn’t choosing between them.
“One sec, babe,” Archie said, distracted. “Trying to figure out where Coop is hiding. Then we can leap out and pelt them.”
Yeah. About that. Coop was almost to us, and when I raised my eyebrows at him, he balanced a rather hefty snowball in one hand, and he motioned for me to duck with his free one.
“Archie,” I said, because truly, he deserved another chance.
“One more sec, Bubba and Jake are re-arming.”
Okay. Coop shot me a look and then glanced down like was I going to do it or not?
Uh huh. I ducked, and Archie pulled back from looking around the corner in time to take the snowball right in the chest. The spray of snow spattered me, but it was hilarious as Coop let out a war whoop. Even funnier when that whoop echoed from the others. The snow started to fly, and it was every man—and in my case, woman—for themselves.
Grabbing handfuls with my gloves and packing them together, I flung them at the guys with no small amount of joy. Some of the snowballs shredded apart before they even made it to their targets, but others had sweet little poofs as they hit their backs or their chests.
Jake toppled Ian into the snow and the two tumbling damn near took out Archie. Coop snagged me and dragged me backwards as the pair kicked up more snow. I couldn’t tell if they were fighting or wrestling or snow swimming. It was even funnier when Archie pelted them both and they turned on him.
Gray-green eyes dancing with laughter, Coop tugged me away from the battle. “Snowman,” he whispered. Yeah, I could definitely go for that.
Except, building a snowman was a lot harder than it looked like on television or in books. First we had to pack the snow and try to roll it into a ball. It didn’t always cooperate. Coop and I broke the first one by falling on it together while trying to get it to keep rolling. Then massacred a second one because he shoved snow down my back.
Fuck that was cold.
I was so getting him back for it.
“You know, it’s easy to tell who are not the engineers in the group,” Jake drawled, and Coop and I turned as one and shot him the bird. He just laughed and started packing snow together. “C’mon, Baby Girl. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Archie called, and I twisted to find him with the base of a snowman already started as well. “This is at least decent enough packing snow. It could be much worse. How about we leave this to the experts? In this case, me?”
Ian snorted. “Where did you get certified in snowman expertise?”
“Every winter for ten years,” Archie declared. “You Texas folk are out of your depth.”
Oh, that was so the wrong thing to say.
The race to build the better snowman was on. Ian joined me and Coop as Archie and Jake went a little crazy. “C’mon,” he said, giving me a nudge. “Let’s finish this one you two started.”
Between the three of us, we got the base set, then the body, and I was working on the head while Ian cut toward the woods to find arms and Coop headed back to the house for something to make eyes and a hat for its head.
I glanced over to where Jake was actually shaping his in the snow. It wasn’t so much three balls stacked together as a squat looking dude that might resemble Santa when he was finished. Archie was doing something similar. They were packing and shaping the snow so they had features. They were amazing. I pulled my phone out and snapped a couple of pics because we’d been too busy playing to take pictures. But they were both so serious and intent. How the heck were they…
“Got ’em,” Ian told me as he came back holding up two spindly looking branches. He joined me in watching the other two while I kept smoothing the head in circles to make it nice and round. “I think they want to impress you,” he murmured against my ear.
A warm glow spread through me. “Well, it’s definitely working.” Tilting my head, I glanced up at him and made a kissing noise. He chuckled and tugged my jacket collar down to free my face and then brushed his lips against mine. His were much cooler, but I didn’t care. I just leaned into him as he teased my lips to part and then groaned when he stroked my tongue gently.
He tasted like coffee and chocolate. Hmm, chocolate sounded really good.
As if on cue, my stomach grumbled, and Ian lifted his head. He fixed the collar so it shielded the lower half of my face again. “Let’s finish this up so we can feed you.”
“Okay.”
Coop returned with stuff for the head just as I finished it. The body listed a little, and the hat had to be stuck on with a stick ’cause the wind kept tugging at it. The eyes were mismatched, but he’d found some rocks that were about the right size. He used an actual carrot for the nose and made me laugh.
“And done,” Archie called.
“Me too!” Jake declared, and all three of us turned to look at their masterpieces.
They really were stunning and so utterly beyond my league as far as snowman building went. Jake’s definitely had a Santa feel, and Archie’s looked more like a pirate, but they were adorable.
I started bowing, and Coop and Ian joined me as we declared, “We are not worthy!”
More pictures, this time, me getting shots of all four of them with the different snowmen, then they insisted of pics with me, and it was a challenge, but we managed one hysterical selfie with all five of us crammed together around the snowman Coop, Ian, and I built.
I never wanted this vacation to end.
Chapter Eighteen
Morning Wake Up Call
After building snowmen—well, attempting to anyway—we escaped back to the warmth of the lodge. Our attempts fell apart about an hour after we were finished. Only Archie and Jake’s remained because they’d used water and stuff. I didn’t ask, they had a whole explanation they gave to Coop and Ian when we’d all clomped back into the house and stripped down out of the snow gear. I cradled my hot cocoa while they debated it and stared at the fire.
Dinner had been in the oven and waiting for us, not that I ever saw anyone preparing anything. When Archie said we wouldn’t notice the staff, he hadn’t been wrong. I didn’t even know who picked out the movie, it was a comedy and the guys’ laughing was the best sound. I curled up with Ian, but I was half-asleep and not even following the film.
I must have fallen asleep because I went from being warm and toasty on the sofa, to being carried with my nose planted firmly against Ian’s neck. Right, I needed to change into pajamas or something, was the very last thought I had. Maybe. Then I woke sandwiched between Ian and Archie, legs tangled and my head pressed against Ian’s chest, while Archie’s hand was firm on my hip and his morning erection was pressed against my ass.
For a moment, I completely forgot where we were. The light in the room came from the wrong direction. The warmth all around me was nice. Ian smelled good, and the muscle beneath my cheek flexed as I started to stretch. The fingers on my hip tightened, and I went from being plastered against Ian to rolled back to chest with Archie.
The stroke of his thumb along the edge of my panties had me squirming, until he tightened his fingers in a silent admonishment to be still. His breath whispered over my throat as he kissed his way up to my ear. “Shh,” he murmured, the vibration more than the actual words. I didn’t really get a chance to respond because he slid his fingers under my panties, and I swore my eyes rolled back as he glided his finger right along my labia, unerringly to my clit.
His teeth scraped my earlobe, even as I bit my lip to keep from moaning. There was absolutely no patience in Archie as he massaged my clit in short, swift strokes, circling it with two fingers, until he hit just the right pressure and I shattered.
My breath came in sharp, explosive little pants, and Archie twisted, turning my head so his mouth could clamp down on mine. It barely smothered my cry, but I was trying. It was almost impossible to contain my writhing though as he slid his fingers away and let me turn. He rolled us away from Ian with a kind of practiced ease, and then I was sprawling over Archie as he kissed me like he could consume me.
Not that I wasn’t lapping up every stroke of his tongue. The stiffness of his erection pressed against me as I rolled my hips and ground against him. Reaching between us, I began to stroke him through his shorts and his teeth scraped over my lower lip before he sucked on my tongue.
Still writhing from the aftershocks of my first orgasm, I sighed at the silken heat of his dick in my hand. He let out a hissed breath, fisting my hair to keep me in place, even though I had zero intention of moving. The fabric of my shirt against my nipples just added another layer of sensation to the rasp of his stubble on my cheeks, the bite of his teeth, the stroke of his tongue.
When he hooked two fingers of his free hand to tug my panties to the side, I needed no further encouragement. Between us, I maneuvered and then rubbed his cock against me, slicking his head, and I lifted my head, breaking his kiss. I was braced on my left arm, and he moved both of his hands to my hips. Whether I rose up or he lifted me didn’t matter, but I positioned him and then sank down as he thrust upward with one push.
Back arching, I tilted my head and bit my lip. The force of his gaze on mine was almost too much as he filled me. The heat of the connection was so much more intense. He didn’t give me long to adjust to the sensation, not that I wanted it before he lifted me and began to thrust. I rolled my hips on instinct, the faintest of rotations that had him gasp out a harsh exhale, and my gaze snapped down to meet his.
His flushed cheeks and dark eyes promised me he was every bit as affected as I was. The angle of his thrusts stroked against the spot that always made me see stars, and I flexed around him. When he moved his hands under my shirt to massage my breasts, we ground together until moans spilled from my throat with increasing frequency.
The slap of our flesh coming together pushed me, as did his soft grunts. When he reared up, hips slamming into mine, I forgot all about being quiet, and then his mouth was on mine again. One light tug had us pulling apart as he ripped my shirt up and off, and then he kissed down my throat until he reached my breasts. His mouth closed over one nipple.
The tension circling tighter and tighter within me fractured, and I split apart. I dug my nails into his shoulders, desperate to hold on, and then his mouth swooped back up to take mine as a scream ripped out of me. I don’t know if it was my clenching around him or he had just been that close, but he came in a rush, and the flood of heat bloomed inside of me, then we collapsed together in a twitching, shaking mess.
Or maybe that was just me.
Wrecked.
I was wrecked and so intimately aware of where he still rested inside of me, my inner walls fluttering around him. A soft groan to my right pulled my head up, and I met Ian’s heated stare where he watched us, his blue eyes so bright against the darkness of his blown pupils. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, and I stared at him fixedly until a faint motion dragged my gaze downward.
He had his own dick in his hand, palming it from base to tip and back down. The faintest smear of dampness marked his fat tip, and it was my turn to lick my lips. Archie still shuddered below me, and I flicked a look up to find Ian still watching me. How much had he been awake for?
Excitement threaded through my veins at the idea he’d watched us. It collided with the relief that he hadn’t just rolled out of the bed and left us. His gaze shifted, and I knew he and Archie had locked gazes. Some wordless communication passed because Archie eased me upward as he slipped free, and we both hissed at the loss of connection. He pressed a kiss to my throat, a scrape of his teeth, and then another kiss to my jaw, and when I turned to him, he brushed my lips.
“I’m going to shower and get the coffee started,” he murmured. “Good morning.”
Then he smoothed a hand over my ass and rolled us until I was on my side with my back to Ian. When Archie slid out of the bed, he’d already adjusted his boxers. Another kiss to his fingertips before he brushed it over my lower lip wordlessly.
Then he was striding out of the room.
Before the door even fully latched, Ian’s breath whispered over my shoulder and his arms came around me to drag me back to him. The sucking kiss was going to bruise on my throat, and I didn’t give a damn. Still shaking from orgasm, I just gripped his hands where they spread over my chest. He flicked my nipples, then rolled them as he kissed his way to my ear.
“Don’t even think about moving,” he said in this low, dark tone that had me shivering all over again.
We were okay.
I closed my eyes at the flood of relief and desire pooling together. A sharp slap against my ass had my eyes snapping open again, and I found him staring down at me. “You going to be a good girl for me?”
“I’ll be anything you want,” I answered honestly. The fact that he was here and wanted to be here where I wanted him? Not a hardship to offer at all. A slow smile curved his lips, but his eyes were all heat, want, and demand. He massaged my ass, easing the sting before he delivered another slap, jolting me with a fresh wave of lust.
“Anything?” Was he teasing right now, or did he really want to know?
Maybe I had lost my mind, or maybe these guys just melted my brain. “Anything,” I said. After all, he’d said he was willing to try, and he’d just watched Archie get me off and the evidence of that was still damp on my thighs and leaking out of me.
The one drawback to no condoms, and at the same time, I couldn’t complain about that fact.
“Angel?”
Oh, right. I needed to answer. I grinned up at him. “Anything,” I promised. “As long as it doesn’t hurt them.”
He nodded once and then nuzzled the corner of my mouth. “But this is all right?” The weight of his hand on my ass vanished for a split-second before another sharp crack of it landed, and everything in me went liquid.
“Fuck,” I exhaled the word against his lips. “Yes. That’s all right.”
I swore his eyes brightened before they darkened with a promise of all the things he wanted to do, and a shiver stole through me. I couldn’t wait to discover what all those things were. He massaged the heat out from where he’d slapped me, and one ass cheek definitely felt like it was glowing from the sharpness of those stings. The warmth stole through me and kept me liquid as he slid away from me.
My protest died on my lips as he circled the bed and shed his own boxers. The tight ripple of muscle across his ass as he strode into the bathroom had me panting. For the few seconds he was out of sight, I tried to pull myself together. I’d literally just had back-to-back orgasms, I shouldn’t be this wound up, and then Ian strolled back out of the bathroom.
The thickness of his erection pulled my gaze. The tip was red and swollen, as was the underside. It looked almost painful. Everything about Ian was gorgeous, and it was hard to put into words sometimes, especially when he walked across my room like he owned it. He paused at the door to the bedroom, and the soft snick of the lock had me partially rolling over to track him.
Then he was back at the bed, and I rolled onto my back as he gripped my panties and tugged them off. It was a little embarrassing how messy I was, but if it bothered him at all, he didn’t let it show. Instead, he ran a warm washcloth up the inside of my thigh, and I let out a little gasp.
“Too much?” he teased, not remotely slowing as he wiped me thoroughly from anus to clit and back again. He cleaned my thighs and urged my legs apart so he could study my pussy, and there was something so exposed about lying there while he cleaned up the evidence of the last guy I’d just been with.