by K Webster
“Yeah, we did,” I agree, my voice coming out breathy.
“Want to switch out our skis for snowboards?” he suggests, not even slightly out of breath.
I take in a large gulp of air, trying to catch my breath, as I nod in agreement, too winded to verbally answer. Brayden, attuned to me, notices. “You okay?” he asks, lifting his goggles up to his forehead so he can assess my features.
“Yeah.” I wave him off. “Just out of shape.” I laugh.
“Are you sure that’s—” he begins, when each of our names are called.
We glance over and find Mia, dressed like a cute fucking little snow bunny, waving at us. She’s fully dressed in a pink snowsuit, but the second I lay eyes on her, the image of her perfect, wet, naked tits jiggling as Ashton fucked her last night hits me hard, and I’m thankful as hell I’m wearing thick snow pants.
“Where’s Ashton?” Brayden asks once we get over to her.
“Inside renting us some equipment,” she says, giddy as fuck and not at all looking hungover.
“You sure you want to do this?” Ashton asks, walking out and handing Mia a snowboard. “It’s not too late to turn around and go back to that warm bed.” He palms her jaw and kisses along her neck.
“I want to snowboard.” She pouts. “Please.”
“I can show her,” Brayden offers. “Drew over here has become an old man during his time off the rink and can barely keep up.” He shoots me a teasing wink, and I force a smile.
“I’ve got this, man,” Ashton says, his tone more serious than usual. “I don’t mind showing my girl how to snowboard.” He smiles softly at Mia, and something feels different… He’s acting differently. Less playful. Less Ashton.
“All right.” Brayden shrugs. “Then let’s do this. We can all go to the blue slope. Drew needs a little break anyway.” He nudges me playfully.
“I think I’m actually going to sit this one out. You guys go. My head is throbbing. I’m going to grab a coffee and some pain reliever and then I’ll catch up.”
“Then I’ll go with you,” Brayden says.
“No, don’t do that,” I insist. “Go snowboarding. I promise I’ll catch up.”
He eyes me curiously but in the end agrees. I watch as he, Mia, and Ashton take off to go grab Brayden a board, and then I take my skis off and place them against the equipment wall. I take the golf cart back to the house and run upstairs to our room. I swallow a couple pills and consider going back to the resort, but the bed looks comfy as hell, and I end up lying down. I close my eyes, telling myself I’m just going to rest for a few minutes, but I must end up falling into a deep sleep because the next thing I know, my name is being shouted as footsteps climb the stairs.
“There you are,” Brayden says. “We were looking everywhere for you. Have you been sleeping this entire time?” He kicks his shoes off and climbs into bed next to me, pulling me into his arms.
I glance at my watch and see it’s already late afternoon. “Yeah. Guess the fresh air knocked me out.”
“You sure you’re feeling okay?” he asks, concern etched in his features.
I suck in a large mouthful of air and exhale easily. “Yeah, I feel perfect.”
There’s a knock on the door and we both look up to find Mia standing in the doorway.
“We’re going to go to dinner. You guys are coming, right?” Her eyes are wide and hopeful and even if we didn’t want to go, I know damn well neither of us would be able to tell her no.
“Yeah,” I tell her, sitting up. “I’m just going to shower to wake up and I’ll be good to go.”
Brayden grins at me. “I think I’ll join you. I’m feeling a little dirty myself.”
Needless to say, we’re late for dinner.
We find Ashton and Mia at a pub and grill at the lodge. Ashton has Mia’s high-top barstool pulled close to him at the round table. They’ve already started in on an appetizer, but it doesn’t look like they’ve eaten without us.
I wait for the jokes.
The taunts.
Usual Ashton shit.
Nothing.
Like earlier, he’s clinging to Mia, barely looking at Drew and me.
“Glad you guys could finally join us,” Mia says, smirking. “We were almost ready to eat without you.”
I chuckle as I hop up on the barstool beside Ashton. Drew sits next to me and grabs a menu for us to look at.
“Hey, Ashton,” I say, waiting for him to look at me.
“What’s up?” he rumbles, a bored look on his face.
“You on your period or what, douchebag?” I kick his stool, making him jerk his attention my way.
Guilt flashes in his eyes and then he laughs, flipping me off. Still acting weird as fuck. I glance over at Mia and her brows are furled, clearly feeling the same way.
“What can I get you handsome fellas?” a blond chick chirps in greeting. “House special is a bison burger and a Moscow mule. We call it the Russian Redneck special. You game? I’ll throw in some honeyed sweet potato fries for free.”
“Yeah,” Drew says. “We’ll take two of those.”
Ashton holds his fingers up. “Make it four.”
“Great,” the waitress says. “I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
Mia jabbers on about snowboarding until the waitress brings us back our Moscow mules. I sip on my drink, my attention bouncing back and forth between Drew and Ashton. They’re both being weird as hell today.
“Listen,” Mia says, straightening her spine, “I don’t know if things are just quiet and weird because everyone is hungover or what, but I don’t like it.”
Silence.
“Are we going to talk about the big elephant in the room?” she asks, exasperated.
More silence.
“Boys are such brats,” she groans. “Last night was fun. We were drunk. It happened. Can we get over being weird now? I, for one, thought it was kind of hot.”
Drew laughs. “That makes two of us.”
“Three,” I agree, smirking.
All eyes land on Ashton. His lips quirk up. “Yeah, it was hot.”
“There,” Mia says, giggling. “Now stop being weird and go back to normal.”
When Mia and Drew get locked into a conversation about a couple nearby, I lean forward, meeting Ashton’s gaze.
“You really okay?” I ask.
He nods. “As long as Mia’s happy, I’m happy. I don’t ever want to make her unhappy.”
It clicks into place.
Last night, by the four of us messing around, he thought he would lose her. Poor fucking guy. He clearly can’t see how fucking crazy she is about him. I give his thigh a squeeze, letting him know I understand and that I’m here for him. His hazel eyes flash with gratitude as he brushes his thumb over the back of my hand.
“He’s boning her sister,” Mia says, earning Ashton’s and my attention.
“Who? Sounds scandalous,” Ashton chimes in.
“The blonde over there with that guy,” Drew explains. “We’ve been watching them. There were three of them a bit ago, but the redhead left. He’s clearly married or with the blonde, but he watched the redhead leave with puppy dog eyes.”
“Oh,” Mia hisses. “She’s coming back. Watch his face.”
The redhead smiles bashfully at him. He rubs at the back of his neck and licks his lips. The blonde doesn’t notice the exchange since she’s on her phone. The man winks at the redhead, making her turn bright red.
“That dirty bastard,” Ashton says with a laugh.
We’re distracted from our people watching when the waitress comes back with our bison burgers and sweet potato fries. It’s good-ass food, but the Moscow mules are amazing. The ginger beer has a unique flavor and the vodka gives it a warm bite. Before long, we’ve made our way through too many Moscow mules and are tipsy.
Ashton leaves to head up to the bar and when he returns, he has a brown paper sack in his hands.
“Whatcha got there, Ashy C?” Mia asks, batting
her lashes at him. “A present for me?”
“I bought us mules to go. Limes, beer, Grey Goose. Even the tin mugs. Let’s take this party back home where we can sit by the fire.” He nods toward the door. “As much as I’d love to watch ol’ boy over there flirt with Red each time his wife is texting, I’d much rather feel Mia up without all these people as an audience.”
I note that he waves at everyone but us.
“Wait,” Drew says, “so your mom is a famous actress, whom you hate, but yet you want to follow in her footsteps? I don’t get your line of thinking.”
Mia drains her mule and sets it down on the coffee table, animated by the alcohol and her feelings toward her mother. “No. I have been shaped by her career, but I’m not following in her footsteps. I want to make the movies, not be in them.”
“Like a director?” Drew asks.
“The writer.” She blows a hair out of her flushed face. “I want to write the screenplays. To be the beginning of something that eventually turns into a movie. How cool would it be to watch a film, hearing them say dialogue you carefully labored over? To see the scenes take on visual life? To hear the songs and sounds you thought up?” She sighs. “I just think it would be one of the coolest things ever.”
“You better invite us to your first movie,” I tell her.
She grins. “Of course the three of you will be there. You’re my people.” She holds up her empty metal mug and shakes it. “Who wants another?”
I hand her mine, but Drew and Ashton are still working on theirs.
“What about you, Ash?” Drew asks. “Mia’s our moviemaker and Bray’s our future NHL player. What’s the notorious Mr. Carter going to do?”
“I’m going to be a doctor.” He shrugs.
Drew snorts. “For real. What do you really want to be?”
“A doctor. Not like an ER doctor or a surgeon or some shit,” Ashton continues. “Psychiatrist.”
“Dr. Carter then.” Drew chuckles. “I like it.”
Ashton’s brow lifts. “You’re not going to give me hell about it? Say I’m not focused enough or serious enough or smart enough?” There’s a challenge in his tone. His knee is bouncing where he’s sitting in an armchair and his hazel eyes are blazing.
“Nah, man. I think you’d be good at it. You read people well and make them feel better about themselves.”
Ashton shoots his stare my way, confused by Drew’s words. I nod in agreement. At first, Ashton can be a hard pill to swallow, but once you do, you’re high off him. Addicted. You need him to feel complete.
My chest aches as I consider that. I’m not sure when he fell into the best friend category with Drew, but he did. He and Mia both did.
Mia bounces back into the room, her cute braided pigtails coming undone with flyaway hairs. She hands me a mule and then sits in Ashton’s lap. He playfully nips at her tit through her sweatshirt. I find myself fixated on the way his lips curl away from his teeth—a wicked smile forming—as he bites her.
“So who fucked who first?” Ashton blurts out, cupping Mia’s tit with his hand and grinning at us.
I laugh and shrug, looking down at my drink. Drew mumbles at him to mind his own business. The room grows quiet. I suck down my drink, needing to do something with myself.
“Wait…” Ashton says slowly. “You two haven’t fucked.”
Drew and I both snap our heads up to stare at him. Ashton’s eyes are wide and so are Mia’s. Like they’re shocked.
“It’s not that we haven’t wanted to,” I bite out, annoyed at their expressions.
“We just…” Drew utters.
“Don’t know how?” Ashton offers, his brows furled together.
“I’ve seen gay porn.” I lean forward and drop my empty mug on the table. “Just never did it before.”
“But you want to,” Ashton probes.
We both nod.
Mia’s eyebrows are perked up, intrigued by our conversation.
“When?” Ashton asks. “Now?”
We all laugh, but then it grows quiet again.
“What if we fuck it up?” Drew mutters, voicing my own reservations. “What if I hurt him or he hurts me?” His hand covers mine and squeezes. “I don’t want to mess this up.”
Ashton darts his gaze back and forth between us. “It’s sex, not rocket science. I’ve been fucking guys since I was fifteen. Been getting fucked by them just as long.”
“It’s fine,” I grumble. “We’ll figure it out.”
“Maybe they need a coach,” Mia offers.
Drew snorts. “Ashton as a sex coach. That ought to get interesting.”
“I didn’t hear a no,” Ashton says, his lips kicking up into a devious grin. “Is that what you need, dude bro Bray? Someone to coach you on how to put your dick in?”
I laugh, flipping him off. “You’re an asshole.”
“The asshole who’s going to teach you how to put it into his asshole,” he deadpans.
Drew smirks, leaning back on the couch, shooting me a curious look. “So I’m getting fucked first, hmm?”
“Yes,” Ashton answers like the bossy fucker he is. “Brayden’s been wanting to fuck you since he first grew a pecker. Right, little buddy?”
I shoot him the bird again. “I revealed too much crap to you when these two weren’t talking to us. I regret that shit now.”
“Aww,” Ashton teases. “Don’t be a baby.” Then, to Drew, he says, “Get naked and wait on the bed.”
Drew nearly chokes. “W-What? You’re serious?”
“I think you two need guidance,” Mia agrees.
Ashton and Mia are double trouble sometimes.
“You can’t do that shit,” I say, shaking my head. “You’re seriously going to walk us through fucking?”
Ashton ignores me, his attention on Drew. “Get naked and wait on the bed. Don’t touch your dick, Coach. It belongs to Brayden.”
Said dick hardens at his commanding words.
Drew fucking stands like he’s going to obey.
Holy shit. He’s going to obey. We’re going to do this.
“Hands and knees on the bed. Keep that ass up because Brayden is going to lick your tight hole,” Ashton says, his lust-filled eyes searing into me. “Aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes,” I choke out.
Mia grins, wearing the same naughty expression as Ashton.
Drew walks off and I scrub my palm down my face. Panic threatens to take over, but then I realize I’m not alone. Ashton won’t let us fuck this up. He won’t let me hurt Drew.
I trust Ashton.
He fucks around with us a lot, but he’s serious about this.
He wants to help.
“How long do we wait?” I croak out.
Ashton laughs. “Five bucks says he’s already naked and his dick’s dripping with precum.”
Mia licks her lips and fuck if that doesn’t make me even harder. I stand on shaky legs and clear my throat again. Ashton and Mia both stand. He takes her hand and surprises me by taking mine. Mia and I follow after Ashton, exchanging mutual looks of excitement.
The moment we walk into the room and my eyes zero in on Drew’s muscular, naked body, I freeze. Holy fuck he’s hot. This is hot. The whole goddamn thing. I’m terrified of screwing shit up, but I want to try. So damn bad.
“MiMi and I are going to sit in the armchair over there,” Ashton says, peeling off his shirt and tossing it. “Pretend we’re not there, but listen to what I have to say.”
Ashton sits in the chair and then motions for Mia to come sit in his lap with her back to his chest. He looks like a king all sprawled out, smug and powerful. His queen sits in his lap, eager to be involved in whatever shenanigans he’s pulling this time.
“Brayden,” Drew rumbles, his voice tight with need. “Don’t just stand there.”
I yank off my shirt and fumble with my jeans. Once I kick out of them, I peel off my socks and then shove down my boxers. I glance over at Ashton, who has both his hands beneath Mia’s swe
ater, kneading her breasts. His eyes peruse down my front and when he settles them on my dick, he smirks, clearly enjoying the view.
“I need… I need a condom, and uh, lube,” I mutter.
“No,” Ashton rumbles. “You need to give his hole some attention. Don’t be selfish, Bray. Lick it and get it nice and wet.”
I approach Drew’s muscular ass, gripping each cheek, appreciating the fact I’m about to have him in an intimate way. “God, you’re beautiful,” I murmur.
“Aww,” Mia whispers.
I can’t help but flash her a grin and a wink before bending to bring my mouth to Drew’s crack. He hisses when I tentatively lick the puckered hole. I’m pretty sure he liked the sensation, so I grab his cheeks, pulling them so I have better access, and lick him really good. He curses, making Ashton chuckle.
It doesn’t take long until I’m lost to the obsession of his asshole. I lick it and tease it and tongue it. He groans when I press into him with my tongue, obliterated by the unusual sensation.
This is fucking amazing.
“Don’t touch it, Coach,” Ashton warns. “Not your dick to touch.”
“It’s driving me crazy,” Drew complains. “I need to come.”
“Patience.” Then, to me, Ashton says, “Suck on your finger. Get it nice and wet.”
I slide my finger into my mouth, stealing a glance Ashton’s way. Mia’s sweater is gone and so are her jeans. She’s a fucking vision in a black bra and matching panties. Ashton’s jeans are shoved down his thighs. She’s sitting on his lap, facing us, riding his hard dick through his boxers. I’m transfixed by the sight, but manage to pull away to focus on Drew’s pleasure.
“Tell me if it hurts,” I murmur. “I’ll stop.”
Drew groans when I press my finger into him. He’s so goddamn tight. I won’t last a second inside him. I’m going to damn well try to last at least three.
Slowly, I fuck Drew’s ass with my finger, loving the way he shudders and moans.
“MiMi,” Ashton rumbles. “Can you go get the boys some lube and a condom?”
“I’ll be right back,” she squeaks out.
When she returns, she sets them on the bed for me.