Sweet Snowfall [Frostbite Falls Christmas 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Willa Edwards

  “It’s okay.” Cassidy saved her from her own muddled thoughts. His voice was like rough silk against her skin, stimulating every nerve across her body. “We like that you enjoy it. That’s the whole point.” He pinched her nipple until the sensation bled into a painful pleasure that had her moaning. “We like you naughty. We love that no one else gets to see you like this.”

  “Damn right,” Nash echoed from beneath her. “No one else will ever see you like this.”

  The finality of his words tugged deep in her chest. She tried hard to ignore it but failed. This was supposed to be a quick fling. A singular experience few women ever got to have with two sinfully hot bad boys that wanted to show her how amazing sex could be. Getting her heart involved was madness.

  As much as Grace wanted to pretend she was a naughty girl, just like Cassidy and Nash thought she was, she wasn’t. She might like her sex kinkier than even she’d known, but in one way she was still a very good girl. In her silly stupid heart. It would hurt tomorrow, but she couldn’t stop herself from becoming attached to Cassidy and Nash. These men who saw her as no one else did.

  Maybe if she was the naughty girl they saw her as, she could stop thinking about how much it would hurt when they left her. Or how much she’d miss them when they were gone.

  She just wanted to enjoy whatever time they had together, and forget these disastrous thoughts. The only way she could think to do so was to distract herself, to overwhelm her senses enough she didn’t have to think anymore. It had worked with her body image issues, why not her emotional insecurities?

  There was only one way she could think to truly overwhelm her senses.

  She glanced over her shoulder, making eye contact with the man at her back. “Cassidy, I want you. I want…” She sucked in a deep breath, forcing herself to finish the sentence. “I want to suck your cock.”

  His eyes widened, and she was almost sure Nash hardened a fraction more inside her. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded. “The best part of having two men in my bed is two hard cocks at my disposal, right?” She hoped the words came out as strong and not scared and jittery like she felt. Judging from their shared look, it must have come close to the mark. “And I want to take advantage. I want them both.”

  “Whatever our princess wants.” Cassidy eased away from her. Instantly she missed his heat against her back, his big warm arms around her. She wished she could have kept him there, holding her tight as she fucked his best friend.

  But this was for the best. Distance was better.

  “Our princess gets.”

  Cassidy shifted around her on his knees until he stood right in front of her. His cock bobbed in front of her face. The veins running along his shaft pumped with need. Even though he’d come already once tonight, he looked ready to explode again, and her mouth watered at the chance to bring him to that peak.

  She’d never wanted her mouth on a man so much in her life. In the past, the act hadn’t held much appeal to her. She’d always felt like she was doing it wrong. But seeing how Cassidy and Nash had managed to barge through all her other preconceived notions tonight, she had confidence they’d do the same with this.

  She leaned forward and took Cassidy’s cock into her mouth. His salty masculine taste hit her tongue first, followed by the heat of his cock and the velvet feel of his skin. His husky groan shivered across her skin, his pleasure trickling through her like warm honey. She’d never realized she could enjoy pleasing someone else so much. But with Nash and Cassidy, their satisfaction felt as necessary as her own. Maybe even more.

  “God, that’s fucking beautiful.” Nash groaned. The sound echoing from Cassidy seemed to agree.

  Then Nash picked up speed, thrusting up into her, and her vision blurred. Thankfully Nash’s firm grip on her hips kept her in place for each deep devastating thrust as she continued to suck at his best friend. It took more coordination than she realized—none of the books she read mentioned that part—but she managed to get a rhythm in place, rocking on Nash as she bobbed her mouth along Cassidy’s cock.

  She swiped her tongue across the bulbous head, and Cassidy let out a long groan.

  “Fuck, princess.” He wrapped his hands around her cheeks, holding her steady as he thrust his cock between her lips. She fought back a grateful moan as he took over control, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could have maintained her bearing. Breathing and sucking was more than she could handle.

  “You’re playing with fire.” His fingers tightened along her face. “I don’t know how long I can hold back.”

  Playing with fire was exactly what she wanted. She wanted them crazy. She wanted them burning for her. Lust was so much easier to deal with than the other emotions they fostered in her. The ones she made a point of ignoring. Because they couldn’t mean them. They probably didn’t even know they were giving her that impression. The more she focused on those emotions, or even worse believed them, the harder it would be.

  “Oh god, I’m already close.” The pure possession of Cassidy’s words shook through her like the world’s strongest aphrodisiac.

  “Coming already?” Nash chuckled. “You’re losing your edge, dude.”

  Cassidy growled back at his friend. “You’ve never had her mouth wrapped around your cock. We’ll see how well you do when she’s sucking you to heaven.”

  “Later maybe.” Nash winked at her, and a little bubble of glee rose up in her chest. At least for now they had more plans with her. She could live with that.

  But Cassidy didn’t even reply. He only thrust his cock faster in and out of her mouth, shoving almost to the back of her throat. She sucked deep, rolling her tongue along the underside, determined to bring him as much pleasure as possible. After the fantastic orgasm he’d given her, it was the least she could do.

  “That’s so good, princess,” he grunted. “So fucking good.”

  A groan issued above her, and then he came, spilling himself inside her mouth. She didn’t even think twice. She sucked down each grateful drop. Nash rubbed her clit. Pleasure twirled out from the spot, tingling through her body like a million tiny fireworks all firing at once.

  The intensity of them together, their big arms around her, the cocks moving inside her, was too much. Pleasure coalesced, colliding into a giant ball in the pit of her stomach before it exploded through her.

  Panting, she leaned her head against Cassidy’s chest, grateful for his hold. She clung to his strength as her muscles shook from exertion. Her thighs quivered, threatening to topple her. Her pussy endlessly clenched in a continuous loop of pleasure determined to drive her insane. Beneath her, Nash thrust deep inside her and let go. He moaned as his body shook against hers. Each aftershock shot through her, keeping her orgasm spinning higher. But no fear entered her mind. Not while Cassidy held her tight, keeping her grounded the whole way through.

  They collapsed together, falling into a tangled pile of sweaty limbs. She nestled into the two hot male bodies around her, enjoying every brush of skin against skin. With a soft sigh, she drifted off to sleep, comforted by the knowledge they wanted more from her.

  At least for now, their time together wasn’t over. For tonight, that was all the confidence she needed. She’d worry about tomorrow later.

  Chapter Seven

  Grace woke slowly, curling a little deeper into the covers. Her bed was warm. Warmer than normal. The idea of getting up, especially on such a cold winter day, sounded worse than having her fingernails pulled out by the roots. Her body felt worn out, like she’d run a marathon. But it felt good, really good.

  A snore echoed to the right, and she remembered why her bed was so warm. Her eyes flew open, and she stared at the two men beside her. Cassidy was flopped on his back, the sheet down his torso to display the rippled muscles of his chest and defined arms to his abs. One leg dangled over the side of the bed, thrown out from the covers. She marveled at him. A living god lying in her bed. A few scars dotted his arms an
d chest, signs of a hard life. Yet they only made him look sexier. Dangerous in a way that had her blood pumping a little faster.

  On the other side, Nash lay on his side, his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close. The sheet was only pulled up to his waist, revealed skin marred with scars. Unlike Cassidy’s wounds, which looked random and mismatched, the result of a lawn mower or weedwacker incident, Nash’s scars had a distinct pattern, crisscrossing his back. They looked light, years older than those on Cassidy’s body, probably from his childhood. The sight broke her heart.

  Nash and Cassidy were upfront about being in foster care, but neither had mentioned why. They never mentioned their parents or what happened before they met, but the scars on Nash’s back detailed the reason clearly.

  No one deserved that kind of pain, especially not a child. She wanted to kiss each one of those scars, to erase the pain he’d endured. But that wasn’t her place. No matter how much she wanted to. She couldn’t wipe away all his pain in a night, and that’s all she would get.

  “Good morning, princess.” The rusty croak of Cassidy’s voice had her body waking up and pussy dampening. After all they’d done to her, she shouldn’t be interested in sex. She’d had more orgasms with these two in one night than she’d had in the last three years. It was selfish to want any more. But she did. Oh boy, did she.

  “Did you need something?” Cassidy’s eyes flicked across her features, gauging her reaction.

  “I was just getting a glass of water.” Her throat was suddenly scratchy. She could only imagine why. It couldn’t have anything to do with screaming out their names for hours this evening. Not at all.

  He itched the stubble across his jaw. The scruff only made him look sexier. “Sounds like a good idea.”

  “You don’t have to—” His foot was on the floor before she could get the words out, and then he was standing before her in all his naked glory. Suddenly her mouth wasn’t so dry. Instead she fought back the urge to drool all over him. He was so gorgeous. She still couldn’t believe he was interested in her.

  Even a night with them seemed unbelievable. Sure, she was easy pickings—at least when it came to these men that had been a part of her fantasies for far too long—but there had been plenty of single women at the ball who would have been eager to go home with them. She didn’t know many women who would pass up the chance to be with two gorgeous men like them.

  When her gaze settled on his groin and his already erect cock, heat flushed her cheeks. It was silly, she knew it. That same cock had been inside her body only a few hours ago—or at least she assumed they’d been asleep a few hours, given it was still dark outside. But she couldn’t help the color flooding her face.

  “Still embarrassed, princess?” The cocky smile on Cassidy’s face almost had her wanting to punch him. But it would be a shame to damage such a gorgeous face.

  “It’s just that it’s…it’s still…” She let the words drift off, looking away, unable to force her mouth to form the words.

  “It’s still hard.” Nash slid up behind her to press his body against hers. His erection burned against her back. She hadn’t been aware he was awake, though she wasn’t sure why. Cassidy had been awake. And their conversation couldn’t have been helping him snooze.

  “Around you, princess, always.” The honesty in Cassidy’s words stole her breath away.

  He couldn’t be serious. No one could want her all the time, certainly not a gorgeous man like him. She opened her mouth to argue, but snapped it shut a second later. What was the point in disagreeing? She’d never convince him to see her point. Why spend their precious time together trying to prove to them how dumpy she was? It was a fact one way or another. If they didn’t want to see it, that’s their problem, not hers.

  “If it makes you feel better, I can put my shorts on.” The tone of his voice detailed how much of a compromise the clothing would be. He was perfectly comfortable naked. And she was more than jealous of his confidence and ease.

  “If you don’t mind.” She ducked her head, unable to meet his gaze. But confident or not, she couldn’t let him walk around her house naked. She wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye with his bits hanging out for the whole world to see.

  “Anything you need, princess.” He bent down, hunting around the floor for a minute before he found his boxers and towed them on. “We can go as slow as you need us to.” Something in his voice shivered up her spine and not in the good way. Something far from temporary. Like he expected tonight wouldn’t be his only chance to walk around her house buck naked.

  But even hoping that might be true was too much to bear. Grace wasn’t a stupid woman. Setting her heart on these two sexy men was an unbelievably stupid idea.

  Nash slid away from her. He stood up from the bed and grabbed his shorts from the floor. “I don’t assume you have any beer?” He lazily scratched his stomach, stretching, and she couldn’t help but watch as his strong muscles flexed.

  She shook her head. “Never liked it.” Though for the first time she wished she kept a six-pack around just for these occasions. Though she’d never thought a moment like this would ever happen, and she doubted it would happen again. No reason to let a perfectly good six-pack rot in her fridge on the vain hope someone might want to drink it someday.

  “No problem.” He winked at her, “Water it is.”

  She slipped out of the bed, grabbing the closest shirt and throwing it on as fast as possible. The less time they saw her naked body in the lamplight, the better. She knew they’d already seen everything, but she had to try.

  “No, you guys don’t have to get up.”

  But they ignored her protests. Rising from bed, and making up the covers like a well-oiled machine. She wondered if they did the same at home. Did they sleep in the same bed in their home? No, that was crazy. Yet the idea had her whole body heating, thinking of them together, naked under the sheets. Though the fantasy was much better with her between them.

  “You don’t need to get up. I just need to…” Her eyes shifted toward the small bathroom off to the right. She wasn’t sure what to say. Her bathroom habits weren’t a topic she normally discussed with other people.

  Cassidy kissed her on the cheek. “The kitchen’s downstairs, right?”

  She nodded. “To the right, all the way at the back of the house.”

  “See you in a minute, sweetheart.” Nash kissed her other cheek, before heading out behind his best friend. She remained in place, watching his round taut butt before her until he turned the corner toward the stairs. Only then did her bladder scream out, demanding she take nature’s call.

  It was only three steps to the adjoining bathroom and only a few more before she was taking care of business. She breathed deep, letting the time apart settle her scattered emotions.

  This was getting complicated fast. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, a fling at most. Just a little fun to warm a winter night. But it was becoming a lot more than that to her. Her stupid gullible heart was getting attached. Her heart pattered a little faster at the way they made the bed, taking care of her in these small gestures like she mattered to them.

  Maybe she did. In a girl-next-door way. As a friend. A girl who smiled at them around town and who had a wicked fantasy they wanted to fulfill. And that was all. They didn’t look at her as girlfriend material. She wasn’t the type of girl they’d end up with for good. And she shouldn’t think of them in a forever way either. That wasn’t their story.

  She flushed and quickly exited the bathroom. Her cheeks heated a little at the idea they could hear the sound in the kitchen. God bless an old creaky house. But there was nothing she could do about that. And furthermore, she shouldn’t be embarrassed. They wouldn’t be. The type of women they usually wanted wouldn’t be.

  At least for tonight she could try and be that type of woman—or as much as she was capable of. She had to be. She told herself over and over like a mantra as she walked to the kitchen. She could cry and scream and eat i
ce cream for dinner every day once they were gone. But she wouldn’t ruin their time together. She would take advantage of every second with them. To store up all the emotions and sensations for later, when she was alone again.

  As she entered the room, her heart sped up at the cozy scene she found. The two of them took up most of her kitchen. The house had been built at the turn of the century and had been owned by her family ever since, which proved for a lot of fun historical nooks and crannies, but also smaller room sizes.

  It suited her fine, but these two burly men took up all the available space. Though they didn’t appear bothered by the close quarters. Nash sat at the kitchen table, while Cassidy propped himself against the countertop next to the sink. They talked, their voices light and laughing.

  She was surprised how much she liked them feeling comfortable in her home. It was nice to have someone else here. Someone else sitting in her grandmother’s chairs, someone else’s voice filling in the quiet. She refused to think about how much lonelier it would be after they were gone. That was tomorrow’s problem.

  Noticing her in the doorway, Cassidy smiled at her. The excitement to see her lit up his features and almost broke her heart. “There she is.”

  Nash swiveled in his chair to look back at her, with an equally bright look on his face. “Hi, sweetheart.”

  She nodded, wishing she could be as easygoing as they were, but just the sight of them had dangerous wanton thoughts coming to her mind. Grace bit on her lower lip hard enough a pain shot through her. Pain was far better than the direction her thoughts had been going, which were way too permanent. Way more than she should be feeling toward these two men who only planned to be in her life for a wild fantasy.

  Maybe if she kept herself busy, it would be easier, a little distraction from all that was going on around her. Or in her mind.