Backlash (Winter's Wrath #1)

by Bianca Sommerland

  She traced her fingers up the center of his chest, the edge of her lip quirking up. “You can’t break him, Jesse. I won’t let you.”

  “You think you can stop me?” Jesse’s eyes closed as she brought her fingers to his neck, stroking him much like Alder was stroking her. “I don’t mean it to sound like a threat.”

  “I know.”

  “My track record fucking sucks. I don’t know how long this will last, but—”

  “But you really need to relax. I’m pretty sure Alder’s not expecting you to propose.” She brought her other hand up to his arms to tug them apart. “Don’t overthink this. Is the idea of kissing me so scary?”

  The uncertainty in Jesse’s eyes disappeared, replaced by pure masculine confidence. Relationships might not be his thing, but he had no doubt about his other abilities. His whole stance shifted, and goosebumps spread over every inch of her as he moved forward, trapping her between his body and Alder’s.

  “If it wasn’t a little scary, it wouldn’t be worth doing.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, so close she could feel his breath on her lips. “Are you afraid, Danica?”

  She shivered. Were they really doing this? So much of her time had been spent running different scenarios over and over in her head. Some where her and Jesse shared Alder. Others where she was forced to walk away so she didn’t come between them.

  But she’d never let herself fantasize about how being between them could be one of the hottest experiences of her life. One that might change absolutely everything she’d thought she wanted.

  Not only for Alder.

  For herself.

  “I’m terrified.”

  Jesse caught her chin between his thumb and his bent forefinger, flicking his tongue over her bottom lip. “Good.”

  There was something different about kissing in the morning. Not only the taste of coffee on hot lips, and fuck, Jesse had never realized a woman’s lips could be so hot. Kisses at night tended to end the same. Great sex, usually after a few drinks, then finding a bed to crash in.

  Alone.

  Starting the day with a kiss often meant the night had gone well enough for another round. But this was where it would all begin. With a kiss that might lead to so much more.

  He wrapped his arms around Danica’s waist, lifting her up against his body, ignoring the pain of his hard dick being crushed to his stomach by her pelvis. He wanted to see if the rest of her was as soft as her lips. If those little sounds she was making in the back of her throat would get louder when he licked and sucked every fucking inch of her.

  Bringing his mouth to her throat, he met Alder’s eyes. And the surge of lust hit him so hard he had to fight to stay on his feet. He groaned as Danica took advantage of his momentary distraction and ran her teeth over the corded muscled of his neck. Afraid to drop her, he perched her on the edge of the sofa, holding his hand out to Alder.

  Alder came to him, raking his fingers into Jesse’s hair as his mouth covered Jesse’s with the same fierce passion he’d shown the one time they’d kissed. He didn’t hold back and Jesse felt the cold, protective shell he’d encased his heart in shatter.

  Other men had fucked with his head. Had left him licking his wounds when they were done with him, but he’d always gone in expecting the worst since he’d chosen them because they were damaged assholes. Each and every goddamn one. He might have made stupid choices, but he’d never been foolish enough to let them in too deep.

  This man, this amazing, selfless, loving man was already in as deep as he could be without crossing the line between friends and lovers.

  That line was about to be fucking wiped out. There wouldn’t be a trace of it when they were done.

  If their relationship didn’t work out, it wouldn’t hurt Jesse. It would destroy him.

  But, for the first time, he was willing to take the chance.

  He caught Alder’s bottom lip between his teeth, giving Alder a hooded look as he slid his hand under Danica’s shirt. He palmed her breast over what felt like a lacy bra.

  Fucking annoying thing. He groaned, leaning into Alder even as he pulled her shirt off. The black bra was molded to her skin, with delicate little straps he could probably break if he tried.

  Or he could just move it out of the way. He dipped his fingers under the lace, bending over her as he shoved the material down. With his other hand, he shoved the strap off her shoulder.

  “Just take it off, Jesse.” Danica moaned as he sucked one hard little nipple into his mouth. “Oh god, the feels good.”

  Alder chuckled, somehow undoing the bra from behind her back. He let it fall to the floor behind the sofa. “I think we have a few things to teach him, my angel.”

  Danica murmured something that didn’t sound like a complaint, so Jesse didn’t stop. He moved from one breast to the other, squeezing the first since the stimulation had her writhing mindlessly as he lowered her to the sofa.

  By his side, Alder worked on removing her jeans and panties. He knelt at the end of the sofa, pulling her thighs over his shoulder and spreading her glistening pussy with his fingers. Jesse’s balls tightened as Alder licked her. He dipped his tongue right inside her, looking like a man feasting on the most delicious dessert on the fucking planet.

  Laving right over those puffy little lips, Alder caught his eye, a playful glint in his eye. “She’s so fucking wet, Jesse. You should taste her.”

  A tiny whimper escaped Danica as Alder pressed two fingers into her. He withdrew his fingers, holding them out to Jesse.

  Evil fucker. Two can play this game. Jesse waited until Alder brought his mouth back to Danica’s cunt then latched onto Alder’s wrist. He swirled his tongue over the tips of Alder’s fingers, savoring the sweet, heady flavor of Danica while he sucked.

  He smirked when Alder groaned. He had to give it to the man though. His attention didn’t shift from Danica until he’d used his fingers and mouth to bring her over the edge. She cried out, thrashing with her thighs clenched against Alder’s face.

  Ladies first I guess? Jesse had been with guys whose whole encounter—including prep and fucking—took less time than Alder had just spent getting Danica off. But he guessed it made sense. He might not know a lot about women, but he knew they could be hard to pleasure. And when they did come, they could go again immediately.

  Suck a guy’s dick until he came, and if he didn’t bottom, he was useless.

  Speaking of sucking dick.

  “You’re overdressed, Alder.” Jesse stood and quickly stepped behind Alder. “Don’t you think, Danica?”

  Biting her bottom lip, Danica nodded. She released Alder, then sat up with her legs folded under her. While she tugged Alder’s tank top over his head, Jesse knelt, drawing down Alder’s black plaid, flannel sleep pants. He’d always hated these fucking things. Not that he should have cared what Alder wore to bed, but he’d only started wearing them when Danica joined the tour.

  Jesse guessed he’d missed watching Alder walk around first thing in the morning in snug boxers. Fine, he’d decided not to have sex with the man, but he wasn’t blind.

  He wrapped his hand around the base of Alder’s cock, tracing the ridge of the thick head with his tongue. Maybe it was fucked up to consider the last dick he’d had his mouth on right now, but he couldn’t help notice that Alder was a bit longer. Not quite as wide, but the dark purple, swollen head of him more than made up for that.

  Despite his aversion to bottoming, Jesse did like sucking dick. He took Alder in his mouth, loving the way the wide ridge of his head felt sliding over his tongue.

  “Oh god, that’s so fucking hot.” Danica whispered. She made a soft sound of pleasure as Alder gave her a hungry kiss. As Jesse tipped his head back to take Alder further down his throat, she was nodding to something Alder said to her.

  She stepped off the sofa and Alder pulled out of Jesse’s mouth.

  Jesse frowned. “What—?”

  A sly smile on her lips, Danica nodded toward where Alder ha
d moved to the other end of the sofa. “We should all get more comfortable.”

  Jesse shrugged. He’d been fine where he was, but he’d play along. He climbed onto the sofa, rising over Alder to give him a long, slow kiss before running his lips down the man’s muscular chest. Alder might not believe it, but he had the body of an athlete. Maybe one during offseason, but it was still fucking sexy.

  He grazed his teeth over the bit of extra flesh covering Alder’s abs, palming his balls as he sank his lips over that long, hard cock he couldn’t get enough of.

  Cool air flowed over his own erection as Danica’s small hand pulled him free of his boxers. He lost his rhythm as her lips slid over him.

  “Fuck.” He rested his forehead on Alder’s thigh. He hadn’t had anyone suck his dick in way too long and she was damn good at it.

  No way was he going to embarrass himself by coming in her mouth this fast. And he was already close. He sat up, pulling her off the floor and bringing her up to straddle him. Her hot pussy slid over his over-sensitized dick. Which wasn’t much better. He wanted to thrust inside her. To feel that hot cunt all around him.

  But he needed a minute. Or ten. Hell, the way his heart was beating couldn’t be healthy.

  She squirmed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her soft breasts against his chest. “Are you all right, Jesse?”

  He gave her a crooked grin. “Yeah, just not as young as you two.”

  “Poor baby.” She leaned forward, nipping his bottom lip. “Take your time. There’s no rush.”

  Okay, there might not be a rush, but he wasn’t that old. He just needed to not blow his load the second someone touched him.

  Alder rose from the sofa, stepping behind Danica and kissing her shoulder. “Do you have any condoms in your purse, angel?”

  Jesse cursed under his breath. The question was almost as bad as having Danica’s lips, or her pussy, on him.

  Danica shot him a curious smile. “No. But between the two of you, you must have some?”

  “Yeah. I’ve got some in my room.” Alder grinned at Jesse. “And lube.”

  Dropping his head back, Jesse banged his head on the sofa a few times. They were trying to kill him.

  “Deep breaths, Jesse.” Danica stroked her hand down his chest. Thankfully, not touching his dick. It hadn’t gotten the message that he wanted to last a little longer. “I could go put my clothes back on if that would help.”

  “Don’t you dare.” Jesse barred one arm across her back before she could move. He lowered his gaze to her breasts, loving the gentle swell of them. They weren’t as big as the ones usually bared for the band from the crowd, but they were a perfect mouthful. He bent her over his arm, running his tongue around one breast in smaller and smaller circles until he reached her nipple. He sucked on it, bringing his other hand between them to slid his fingers over her slick pussy. “Fuck, I need to feel you.”

  “Mmm, please, Jesse.” Danica threw her head back as he slid one finger inside her. Her cunt was hot, tightening around his finger as he worked it in and out. “That feels so good.”

  “Yeah?” He was enjoying the control she gave him. Fine, he might not be entirely sure of what he was doing, but he was a fast learner. And tasting her on Alder’s fingers hadn’t been enough.

  He twisted his body, lowering her to the sofa, his finger still inside her. And he brought his tongue to the cute little nub of flesh that peeked out past her pussy lips.

  She jerked, her back bowing as she tugged at his hair.

  He bent over her, twisting his finger, adding another as he focused on her clit. He sucked it harder and harder as her moans grew louder. Encouraged, he tugged it between his teeth.

  She yelped and twisted away from him before sitting up.

  Shit.

  He licked his lips, trying to focus on what he’d done wrong rather than how good she tasted. “Sorry about that.”

  “I get that, but we have a new rule. You don’t get to do that again until Alder teaches you how.”

  “Uh oh.” Alder strolled into the room, a box of condoms and a bottle of lube in his hands. “What did you do, Jesse?”

  Jesse’s face heated. “Apparently women aren’t much fonder of teeth than we are.”

  Alder winced. “Umm, no. Not unless you’re very very careful.”

  So noted. Jesse ran his hand down Danica’s thigh, hoping she’d forgive him. “I think she just put her pussy off limits for me.”

  “I did not. I said Alder will show you how it’s done.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, eyeing the condoms. “Some other time.”

  “Agreed.” Alder pulled out two condoms, then set the box and the lube on the coffee table. “But let him kiss you better.”

  She hesitated.

  Alder took a knee by the sofa, gently pushing her onto her back. “He’ll be careful. I’ll supervise.”

  Danica giggled, hissing in a sharp breath as Jesse gave her pussy the same kind of deep, passionate kiss he’d give her lips.

  He felt Alder’s hand on his dick, covering him with a condom.

  Then Alder’s lips brushed his ear. “Fuck her.”

  Every drop of blood in Jesse’s body flowed right into his dick. He curved his arm under Danica’s waist, rising up even as he pulled her under him. He didn’t need instructions to guide his dick into her hot body, but he wasn’t a complete idiot. He pressed the head of his cock in gradually, watching her face as he sank in deeper.

  Her lips parted as her hips rose, encouraging him to thrust in all the way.

  The grip of a man’s body was different, but he loved the way her cunt enveloped him, all those muscles within holding his cock as he slid in and out. She was so fucking wet. Nice and slick. He could easily pound into her, but he didn’t want to hurt her again.

  So he took it slow.

  Alder curved a hand around the front of his neck, giving him a bruising kiss that made up for how careful he had to be. Danica might be delicate, but Alder wasn’t. Which meant he could have a little of both.

  He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten to be so fucking lucky.

  Or how long this would last.

  But he wouldn’t question it. He’d take every goddam thing he could while it did.

  Alder hadn’t expected seeing Danica and Jesse together to be such a turn on. If they’d suggested this any other day, he would have rejected the idea. He loved Danica. He would have been happy with her for the rest of his life.

  Would he have regretted never getting a chance to explore his feelings for Jesse? Maybe. But he didn’t have to worry about that anymore. He had them both and he would find a way to keep them.

  He wasn’t given much time to think things over though. Danica whispered his name, wrapping her hand around his cock when he approached her and pulling it to her mouth. While Jesse fucked her, she put all her focus on his pleasure. No matter what he said, she’d probably worry that he’d be jealous.

  He should be. His best friend was fucking the woman he loved, but all he could think about was Danica was enjoying herself and Jesse seemed to have forgotten catching Brave with another man.

  Danica made a soft, irritated sound, letting him slid from her lips. “He’s distracted.”

  Jesse nodded, having slowed his steady thrusts at some point. “I can see that.”

  Alder frowned. He hadn’t been distracted in a bad way. He wanted the two most important people in his life to be happy. They were, so he was more than satisfied.

  Latching on to Danica’s hand, Jesse pulled her up, kissing her even as he slipped out of her. He reached over, snatching a condom out of the box on the table. “Help me out, beautiful?”

  “My pleasure.” Danica tore the package with her teeth and rolled the condom over Alder’s dick, grinning as he shuddered.

  “You’re evil.” Jesse cupped her cheek, giving her a tender look that erased any doubts Alder had about the two of them feeling nothing for one another. This relationship would go nowhere if they didn
’t have a solid foundation.

  He was confident they were building something strong. Not only for him. For them all.

  “Alder, I need you. Here with us. Now.” Danica grabbed his wrist and pulled him against her. “Completely.”

  “I am with you.” Alder lifted her up against the back of the sofa, holding her there with one arm, kissing her as he guided himself into her tight, warm body. He held still as she clenched around him. She clung to his shoulders, bowing her head, gasping through parted lips as she kissed his throat. “I can’t think of another place I’d rather be.”

  “Good. But, Alder?” She inhaled roughly, bringing one hand up to his cheek. “Stop thinking. Just feel.”

  He nodded, tensing as he felt Jesse move behind him. His dick throbbed as he considered the position they had just put him in. He’d be surrounded by the two people who meant more to him than anything else in the world.

  But Jesse hesitated, pressing his lips to the nape of Alder’s neck as he ran his hand up and down Alder’s side. “We haven’t discussed this, but I need to know. When’s the last time you were with a man?”

  Alder huffed out a laugh. “So the wrong time for this conversation.”

  “No, it’s not. It’s one I haven’t…I haven’t had as often as I should. I remember you having a thing with the drummer in that punk band, but that was almost two years ago. It ended when we stopped touring with them.”

  “Yeah. Still not seeing why we’re talking about this now, Jesse.”

  “Damn it, Alder. Did you top or bottom?”

  Running his tongue over his bottom lip, Alder sighed. “I topped.”

  He always topped. The men he’d been involved with expected him to take the lead. But he’d always wanted to give that control to someone else.

  Jesse had been the first man he’d actually hoped would do so.

  The hand Jesse was stroking him with went still. “Have you ever bottomed?”

  “No.” Alder’s jaw tensed. “Is that a problem for you?”

  “Only if you’re not sure you want to do this.” Jesse put his hand on Alder’s hip, flattening the other in the center of his back when he moved to stand. “Don’t get pissed. My first time, I didn’t have a choice. And that we won’t discuss now. I need to know you won’t regret anything I do to you.”