Thawing the Ice

by Shyla Colt

  “Don’t worry, baby, we’re going to take good care of you.” Ryan scooped her up, and she squirmed.

  “Put me down, you’ll hurt your back.”

  “Hush, woman. The only straining I aim to do is between those luscious thighs you keep hidden because it’s below zero.” Ryan gave her a mock scowl, pleased when she smiled up at him. His Lei had curves that wouldn’t quit, an ample rack, and a perfect heart-shaped ass. Her body might not be the height of society standards, but it brought him and Casey to her altar to worship. As cold as it was here, a man wanted something of substance to cuddle up next to. He climbed the familiar stairwell, sure life would never be the same.

  He reached the upper deck, and found himself thankful for Casey’s OCD tendencies for the first time in his life. No sloppy mess of clothing and rumpled beds to be embarrassed about had them off to a good start. Ryan made the executive decision to sit her on the edge of his bed and took a seat to her left as Casey sat to her right.

  “We don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable,” Casey said, taking the pressure of word maneuvering off Ryan’s plate. As the co-owners of their family’s lodge, Casey handled customers, and he did the bills and management. Ryan could give orders. It was the small talk that felt like having teeth pulled.

  “I want it.” Leighton kept her head down, toying with the blanket, and Ryan smiled.

  “Lei, are you embarrassed?” He placed his pointer finger under her chin and guided her head up until she met his gaze.

  “Yes. I mean, it’s not normal, wanting two men, brothers no less.” Her words were so low he strained to hear her.

  “Normal’s relative,” Ryan said.

  She huffed and rolled her eyes.

  “What he’s doing a horrible job of saying is, according to who? This isn’t some one-night-stand or strangers driven by lust and the urge to try something new. You know us, Lei.” Casey massaged one of her creamy brown thighs barley covered by his t-shirt in her seated position. Ryan mirrored him, placing his hand in the same spot on the opposite leg.

  “You’re skin’s like silk. So soft.” He moved his hand up inch by inch.

  Her breathing increased.

  “I know we can do this, Lei. We never would’ve started it if we weren’t ready to take it all the way,” Casey said, moving in closer.

  “W-what does that mean?” Lei asked.

  “What do you want it to mean?” Ryan paused at the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. He ran his finger back and forth over the sensitive strip.

  “I…don’t—”

  Ryan skimmed the side of her panties. “Yes, you do. You just don’t want to admit it.” He breached the cotton barrier and groaned. “You’re so wet for us right now, your nipples are rock hard, and I can smell how much you want it. We all know this is for keeps. Why waste time pretending?”

  “Ry—an.” She stretched the last two syllables of his name like taffy. He shot Casey a triumphant grin.

  “Say it, baby,” Ryan encouraged her.

  “I want this for as long as we can keep it going,” Lei said.

  Casey leaned in and traced her trembling lips with his tongue. The sight of his best friend giving the woman Ryan loved pleasure felt right. “We promised we’d always take care of you, didn’t we?” Casey said, capturing her lips. Her lids slammed shut, and she reached up to bury her fingers in his brothers’ collar-length, brown hair. Assured of her acceptance, Ryan dragged a finger between her wet lips. Her hips bucked off the bed.

  “Damn, baby, you’re a live wire.” Ryan removed his fingers and hooked two under the elastic, removing the thin barrier between him and the pussy he’d wanted to taste for the past five years. Her pussy was trim and damp. He parted her lips to reveal her glistening pink petals. His mouth watered.

  “Casey, look at how pretty our girl is.”

  Casey glanced down, and Ryan spread Lei’s legs wider. Casey moaned, and Ryan smirked. “Gorgeous, isn’t she? And I’m going to be the first one to sample it.”

  “Ryan.” Her needy croak made his dick jump in his pants.

  “That’s right, baby, I’m the one between your legs right now.” Ryan nipped her inner thighs, and she gasped. He tasted a hint of the slick honey that crept down her upper thigh, and he licked his lips. “You taste so good, baby, just like I thought you would.”

  Casey pulled her shirt up and latched on to her breast, clearing the path for their eyes to meet. Ryan kissed his way up to her core, lost in the amber pools of her eyes. He touched his tongue to her clit. She clutched Casey’s hair with one hand and balled the comforter in her other hand. He gripped her thighs and circled her entrance, saturated in her unique flavor.

  “Oh, Ryan, Casey.” Their names blurred together as she repeated them, a desperate chant. He pierced her slick entrance and her walls clutched him like a greedy lover. The thought of her sheath gripping his dick made him groan.

  “Oh, shit.” She rolled her hips, seeking more penetration, and he nuzzled her core. Her thighs jerked, and he removed his hands. That’s it, baby, wrap those stems around me. Enclosed in the prison of her legs, he lifted her firm ass and plundered her unchartered depths. Blood roared in his ears. Her hand crept down to grip the back of his head. He hummed, loving her aggression. She rode his tongue, and he doubled his speed.

  “I’m going to come, going to come.” Her muscles flexed, and her body tensed. A guttural cry filled the room, and she came, hard.

  Ryan pulled away and licked his lips. “You need to taste her, bro.”

  Casey smirked, slid his hand down her rounded belly, and pierced her center with a finger. He brought the finger up to his mouth and moaned.

  “We’re never going to get enough of you, Leighton,” Casey said.

  “Have you ever tasted yourself?” Ryan asked, crawling up to lay beside her as she caught her breath.

  She shook her head no, and he grinned. “Then let me be the first to introduce you then.” He cupped her face and slid his tongue between her lips, tracing the interior of her walls. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, and he groaned. Always full of surprises. They separated for air. She whimpered. He glanced down to see Casey fingering her gently.

  “You’re so tight, babe. We’re going to have to loosen you up,” Casey said.

  “So good, Case.”

  Ryan pinched a pert nipple, rolling its twin between his fingers. The fat drops of chocolate stood out against her caramel-hued skin. He flicked the pebble, almost expecting it to taste like chocolate. The sensual sounds spilling from her mouth had him ready to blow. He released her nipple and stood, shedding his clothing. Casey should be the one to take her virginity. He’s gentle. Lei writhed on the bed, clutching the covers. Ryan palmed his aching cock and began to stroke. Lei turned her head toward him, pinning him with her glassy-eyed gaze. Her pink tongue darted out, and he gripped his base harder.

  “I want to taste you, Ryan.”

  She propped herself up on her elbows and opened her mouth in welcome. The erotic picture sent drops of pre-cum rolling down his dick. He paused beside the bed, and she leaned forward, circling the tip of his dick with her tongue. Her stiff tongue delved into his slit and retreated, trailing down his length. His nerves stretched taut.

  “Tease,” Ryan rasped. Casey chuckled. A slurping noise followed. Leighton cried out.

  “You’re outnumbered, baby, “Ryan said.

  She narrowed her eyes and sucked him into her mouth in retaliation. His breath caught, and he wound his fingers in her thick, black, spiral curls. Encased in her moist heat, he was unable to hold back. She took him deep. Her moans of enjoyment and the pleased look in her eyes had him ready to paint her throat white. He gritted his teeth.

  “Shit. Gonna come, baby.”

  “Mhmm.” She nodded, smiling around him as she sucked him harder. His balls drew up, and his muscles tensed. He moved to pull out.

  “Uh-uh.” She squinted in disapproval.

  “Oh God, you want me to come i
n your mouth?” Ryan said.

  Her throaty purr did him in, and he exploded. Leighton downed all he had to offer, and licked her lips. This is the woman I want to be with for the rest of my life.

  Chapter Two

  In the span of an hour, everything had changed. Casey licked his lips as he peered down at the sleeping woman sprawled across the bed. Brown limbs stood out against the white cotton sheets and the tan hue of his brother’s skin. Ryan had her wrapped in his arms as he spooned her, and she faced him. Casey traced her curves, ready for round two. After her second orgasm, her eyelids had dropped, and they’d taken pity, tucking her in the warm cocoon of their body heat. It felt right having her in the middle as if she’d always been there, a bridge to bring the three of them closer. Propped on his elbow, Casey took his time, slowly exploring and arousing. She mewled in her sleep, and he smirked around her turgid nipple, giving it another long pull.

  “Oh.”

  He kneaded her belly gently and continued down between her legs. Wetness coated his fingers.

  “Always so wet, my little love. You were made for us, I think.” Casey licked a path down her cleavage, and she gripped his hair, moaning. He eased a finger inside her tense sheath and began to stretch her gently.

  “C-Casey.”

  He peered up and smiled. “Rise and shine, little love, it’s time for part two of your education. Are you ready to have us inside you?”

  “Oh, yes, yes.” She lifted her hips, pushing up onto his fingers.

  Ryan growled as he stirred behind her. They’d agreed he’d be the one who broke her in. Ryan was rough on a good day, and to be fair, big brother had gotten the first taste. He adjusted his body and took her lips. Their tongues dueled, battling, thrusting, and parrying as he prepared her. When her liquid ran down his wrist, Casey removed his fingers and gripped his cock, rubbing the length between her drenched lips. Casey broke the kiss, nipping her swollen lower lip.

  “So damn wet.” Coated in her essence, he clutched the head of his cock and teased her entrance, pushing in and out as he rubbed her clit. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you, little one?”

  Ryan reached down and placed her leg over his, opening her up further. She hooked her arm around Ryan’s neck and rolled her hips. Casey pushed in slow, careful to fill her a little at a time. Her walls clung to him, and the muscles in his arms strained as he kept a tight leash on his desire.

  “You feel so good, baby. Are you okay?” Casey whispered.

  “Yes, don’t stop.” Her voice shook

  He made the final push, and she cried out, tensing.

  “It’s okay, baby, relax.” Ryan said, kissing her neck, fondling her breasts, and moving down to rub her clit. Casey captured her lips, coaxing them open. Together, he and Ryan eased her passed the pain. Her body relaxed, and Casey pulled out.

  “You have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt, little one,” Casey said.

  “Casey, feels so good.” Her hand clamped down on his shoulder, and they found a rhythm. He gritted his teeth, determined to hold off his pleasure until she found her own. Ryan circled her clit faster. Her walls fluttered around Casey.

  “Come for us, little one,” Ryan said.

  She flexed her muscles, shaking as she found release. Casey let go, filling her with to the brim. He’d never been inside a woman bare. It hadn’t appealed to him. But the frank conversation about birth control and tests woke a primal instinct inside him. He wanted to mark her inside and out. Casey bent down and sank his teeth in the flesh between her neck and collarbone as she milked him dry.

  Satiated and cradled between her sweet thighs, Casey wanted to drift off to sleep, but at six-foot-four, he couldn’t rest on her five-eleven frame for too long. Reluctantly, Casey pulled out and slid beside her. Ryan stroked her hair back from her face, and Casey nuzzled her neck, pressing their bodies close together. “Are you okay, little one?” Casey said, peppering gentle kisses up her neck.

  “I had no clue it could be like that,” she said.

  Ryan snickered. “I’d wager to say neither did we.”

  “Oh, you’ve never done this before?”

  Casey pulled back and framed her face with his hands, catching her gaze. “Leighton, no.” He shook his head. “You’re the only person we’ve ever both wanted. We’d never even consider this with anyone else.”

  “Oh.” She smiled shyly, and he grinned.

  “Don’t get cold feet on us now, baby We’ve swapped fluids, the deal is sealed,” Ryan said, squeezing her hip playfully.

  Leighton giggled, and the pressure building in the space dissolved. “Glad to see the new roles haven’t turned the resident smart ass into a hopeless romantic.

  “Would you want me any other way?” Ryan asked.

  Casey rolled his eyes. “Yes. I’ve been putting up with you like this my whole life.”

  Leighton smirked. “Stop. You two wouldn’t know what to do without each other.” A bright smile lit up her heart-shaped face in the moonlight. Her button nose crinkled, and full red lips begged to be kissed again. The smooth transition made him hopeful about what would come. They had a lifetime of experience assessing each other’s moods, communicating, and riding the waves of change as the years rolled by.

  ***

  Casey rolled onto his back and allowed the light filtering into the windows wake him in small increments. His stomach rumbled, and he inhaled. The smell of bacon and waffles filled his nose. He pried his eyes open and smiled. They cooked. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, grabbing a pair of jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt from the closet. Dressed, Casey padded down the stairs, pausing at the bottom of the landing. Clad in a pair of black leggings and a faded Metallica shirt he recognized as Ryan’s, she was laid-back and happy. A wide smile stretched across her lips. She leaned back against the island in the kitchen with her arms looped around his waist. Ryan bent down to kiss her, and Casey smiled. Thank God, no morning after buyer’s remorse.

  Ryan glanced up and grinned. “Morning, sleeping beauty.” He stepped back, pulling Leighton with him and spinning her body to face him. “Give our girl a hello kiss.”

  Casey walked over and bent down, placing a sweet kiss on her lips. The energy flowed between them, cementing their bond. The rightness resonated in his soul. She hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck as she leaned her body back into Ryan for support. Breathless, they parted.

  “Morning, Case.”

  “Morning, little one.”

  “We made your favorite, blueberry waffles and bacon,” she said.

  “Are you buttering me up for something?” Casey asked, eyeing Ryan skeptically.

  “It is your turn to chop more wood. We have a storm front due in today or tonight.” Ryan grinned.

  Suddenly, the prospect of being snowed in took on a new spin.

  “I’ll handle it after breakfast,” Casey said, nodding at Ryan.

  “Well, now that the gang’s all here, let’s eat. She wouldn’t let me start without you.”

  “Are we talking about food?” Casey lifted an eyebrow.

  “Both.” Ryan grinned.

  Leighton rolled her eyes. “What do you want to drink, Case?”

  “Orange juice, please.”

  “Sit down. I’ll do the catering tonight. After last night, it’s my turn to make you both feel special.” She bumped Casey’s hip, and slapped Ryan on the ass before sashaying to the fridge.

  “Dude.” Casey mouthed to Ryan.

  “I know.” Ryan mouthed back.

  ***

  Leighton stared at the white flakes swiftly accumulating outside. Winters in Alaska were brutal. Though, she’d never looked forward to being stranded the way she did right now.

  “How’s it looking out there?” Ryan asked, stepping up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist.

  “Bad. We’ll probably have a good six inches plus before nightfall.” She rested her head on his shoulder, soaking up the heat from his body as Casey refilled the wood b
urning stove.

  “So. What should we do now?” Ryan asked.

  “I was thinking a nice game of Scrabble.” She lifted her gaze to his and winked.

  “You hear that, Casey? Our girl wants to play some games.”

  “Oh, I think we should.” Casey stood and wiped his hands off on his pants. “With one or two twists.”

  “What do you have in mind, Case?” Intrigued, she turned her body toward him. Her Scrabble battles with Casey were legendary. Often snowed in together, they turned to games for entertainment.

  “Instead of points, we play for clothing,” Casey said.

  “Already trying to get me back out of my clothes, boys?” She glanced from Casey to Ryan.

  “Hey, this is his gig.” Ryan held up his hands. “I’m just agreeing because I like the way this is going.”

  Leighton snickered. “Well, if you think you can take me, bring it, bitches.” She wagged her fingers toward her. With a degree in English, she felt pretty confident about her word skills.

  “Oh, she’s talking smack?” Ryan laughed. “Feeling cocky?” He arched a brow.

  “Feeling like I’m going to win either way it goes.” She winked.

  “Game on, Pulver, I’ll get the board,” Casey said, walking to the closet.

  Seated around the coffee table a few minutes later, they began the game.

  “Ladies first,” Casey said.

  “I’m not scared.” She picked up her letters and grinned. Laying them down, she spelled out abashed. “Thirteen points.”

  Casey’s eyes gleamed with intelligence and his brow furrowed. He took the game seriously. He carefully arranged his letters. Excitement danced in the pit of her belly.

  “Jacuzzi.” He spun the bar around to face her and grinned.

  “Over achiever.” She rolled her eyes. ”What about you, Ryan?”

  “Cloister.” Ryan shrugged and turned his lips downward.

  “You’re not even going to try, are you?” Leighton said.

  “Can you blame me? Strip down, sexy.” Ryan winked. She rolled her eyes and removed a slipper.

  The excitement in his eyes faded, and she laughed.

  “You didn’t think I was going to make it easy, did you?” she said.