by Sabrina York
“Yes?” She paused, holding the folds tight around her. “And?”
Paul chimed in. “And if you’re serious, we’d be very honored to be your Christmas Eve date.”
Her hair piled on top of her head, the big towel wrapped around her, her bare feet and ankles still sheathed in bubbles…Rex wanted her so much he couldn’t think straight. In fact, he and Paul hadn’t come to a conclusion about the situation until she made her entrance with all the sex appeal of a holiday water nymph.
Paul’s choking inhale, his own pulse pounding, and of course the bulges stretching the fronts of both their pants made it hard to hold back. If things went badly, they might all part and never see one another again—his heart squeezed with pain at the idea—but they couldn’t stay as they were forever without being honest with one another.
She stood in the kitchen, as if unsure what to do, clutching the towel around her body. Paul smiled and approached her, taking her hands away from the terry cloth. “If you want to play, you’re overdressed.”
Rex held his breath until she laughed. “I’m not the only one.”
Whether it was a burning building or a blushing woman, trust his buddy to know how to handle any situation. The high color in her cheeks continued down to the tops of her breasts, and Rex longed to follow it with his lips.
Paul untucked the fold of towel holding it closed.
Under Rex’s eager gaze, the Christmas present of a lifetime revealed itself. From her smooth white shoulders, he took her in an inch at a time; the top curves of her breasts, baby pink nipples that peaked when the cool air hit them, the sweet indent of her waist.
“I can’t stand it anymore.” Rex spoke through gritted teeth. “If the two of you aren’t too hungry, maybe we can have dinner after…after a while.”
Paul stepped behind her, resting his hands on her hips. “I’m hungry, Rex. But not for food.”
She giggled, but her legs trembled. “You, Paul? Is there something you want more than a good dinner?”
He dipped his head and nuzzled her throat. “Yes.”
Her knees buckled and Rex dodged forward to help hold her up. “Honey, you don’t have to do this.”
She gaped at him, eyes wide. “Yes, I do. It cost every penny I had to get an evening with you two, and I’m not going to waste a minute of it.”
He cringed a little. They hadn’t won an all-expenses paid trip. She’d paid for everything. Andie worked so hard at the restaurant, and she didn’t make as much as either of them. But she thought they were worth it. He was determined to make sure she still held that opinion at the end of the night.
“You could have had us at home, you know.” Paul slipped an arm around her. “Really, we’re easy.”
Rex started toward the ladder to the loft. “You could have had us for a loaf of your amazing brioche…hell, for a cookie.”
“Not one of those, though.” Paul nodded to the scorched mess. “I never thought our Andie would burn Christmas cookies.”
“Now we won’t have any dessert,” she said, shaking her head. “And on Christmas Eve.”
Paul slung her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and she gasped.
“We’ll have dessert first,” Rex said. “And then dinner.”
The big bed loomed. The one where he and Paul had made love the night before, held each other, and talked of a future. Of maybe moving somewhere less small-minded.
Now Andie entered the equation. Unless it was truly for one night. And that would break both their hearts.
Paul laid her on the soft bedding and stood to strip off his clothes.
A pair of sconces on either side of the headboard cast low light over the bed and its single occupant. How many years of dreams lay before them? The rich jewel tones of the red and green patchwork quilt enhanced every bare curve and inch of her creamy skin.
Nude save for his boxers, Paul dropped to her side, across the bed from Rex, and caught his gaze, giving him a soft smile. They’d shared the dream and the fear it would never come true. But it had. Still he lingered, dressed while the two people he loved most lay in front of him.
He could look at them all day.
Or he could act on his desires. Taking a cue from his friend, Rex left his underwear on and settled down on Andie’s other side.
They lay in a row on their backs, nobody touching anybody, until she giggled. “So, doesn’t anyone want to kiss me?”
They all laughed then, hard and long until they cleared the air and enough of the tension to be human again.
If he didn’t act, Paul would, and he wanted the first taste. “I will.” Turning on his side, he took her hand and pulled her to face him. Stroking her cheek with a single finger, he gazed into her eyes. “You know you can back out now or at any time.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to back out. Why would I give up my ultimate fantasy?”
For the first time in their long friendship, he could show her his fantasy, what he wanted from her. And he put it all into the kiss. The longing. The passion. The love. A brush against her lips, soft, urging them to part. “Baby, it’s mine too.”
Paul embraced the two of them. “And mine. You caught us off guard. We never dreamed you’d want us the way we want you.”
Chapter Four
Sandwiched between their muscular bodies, Andie felt small, happy, and safe from anything the world could throw at her. She didn’t care if a blizzard beat against the walls or if the universe came to an end. Everything she’d done to get to this point was worth it.
Rex rubbed his bristly cheek against hers. “You can still change your mind.”
The surge of pure joy dimmed. Did he want to call it quits? But then, even a virgin knew when a man’s rock hard erection poked at her thighs, stopping was the last thing on his mind. And judging from the pressure against her back and the sharp intake of Paul’s breath at Rex’s words, he was up for it, too.
“After all I went through to get you two in bed with me?” She fought for focus as her body took over all functions.
Paul nibbled on her lobe. “But, baby, anytime…listen to me.” His warm breath stirred the fine hairs around her face, tickling her nose. “You can say enough at any time.”
“I get it.” They confused her. Did they want her or didn’t they? She didn’t need a pity lay…. Determination lent steel to her wavering emotions. Scrambling out from between them, she knelt at the foot of the bed. “Let’s get this straightened out now.”
The two men pushed to sitting, propped up on pillows against the headboard. Paul, blond and Nordic, his blue eyes golden lashed, the tribal tattoo around his bicep outlining the muscles he needed to do his job, saving people and property from devastating fires.
Long hours striding through the forest, supervising trail-building endeavors and dealing with the sneakiest of poachers kept Rex lean and toned. Unlike show-off Paul, he kept his shirt on most of the time, so she’d never realized he, too, sported an intricate ring of characters inked on his upper arm. She wanted to push his dark hair back from his eyes, but fisted her hands. Nobody was going to touch anybody until she was confident they were there because they wanted to be. Wanted to have sex with her. And…she hoped…cared for her as she did for him.
When she dropped her gaze to his lap, then his friend’s, she lost all doubt they desired her, at least in bed. Biting her lip, she considered her next move then came to a resolution.
“We signed up for one night, and I think we’re making this too hard. You want me…at least for one night of sex, right?”
They both nodded, Rex’s dark eyes blazing at her words. Paul opened his mouth as if to speak then snapped it closed.
“Then let’s do it. Without worries, without questions, and without recriminations in the morning. You’re my friends, I love you, and I spent my last penny to have Christmas in Alaska with you. The least you can do is cooperate.” When Rex’s lip twitched, she pressed forward. If he came around, then easygoing, ready-to-play Paul woul
d follow. “So… if we’re going to do this, would you both mind taking off your underwear so I can see what I’ve gotten myself into? Please?”
She didn’t bother to hide her grin as they both scrambled to obey. Two sexy men at her bidding. It was going to be a good night. As long as they didn’t panic when they realized she’d set them up to make her first time special. Without their permission.
Yanking his boxer briefs off, Rex tossed them to the floor and lunged for her. He’d wasted enough time. Grabbing her arms, he dragged her to the head of the bed and lay next to her. Paul took his place on her other side.
“Okay, I guess we all know why we’re here.” His heart lifted although his reservations about the intelligence of their actions held. Don’t over think this. You’ll blow it. He relaxed his tense shoulders. “Since you brought us together for this holiday tryst, Andie, any special requests?”
“Just one.” Her green eyes glowed and her mobile mouth uptilted in a smile. “Don’t squash me.”
“We’ll do our best, darlin’,” he drawled. “But you didn’t pick lightweight playmates.”
“No.” She shook her head, her dark curls mussing against the pillows. “I didn’t. But you’re the only playmates I want—big oafs that you are.”
He tugged her on top of him, savoring her sweetness, exploring her mouth with his lips and tongue. How much had she wanted them if she’d spent all of her money and flown all this way? Tangling his hands in her hair, he angled her head toward him, baring her throat.
Paul took advantage of the long, smooth line, licking and sucking his way to her shoulder, a leg tossed over his. Hyperaware of the cock digging into his side, Rex tried to ignore the slippery pre-cum at the tip. How could they get through this without revealing their secret? Why were they doing that again?
Right. Because Andie might run.
She wriggled.
“You’re going to kill me, baby.” Rex pinned her down with his elbows. “Hold still and let us love you.”
Love me. Heat curled outward from her center, rolling to her fingertips, her toes tingling. Love me, please love me. “How can I hold still?”
Paul laughed. “I can help with that.” He sat on her thighs. “If he gets the front, I get the back.”
A frisson of panic fizzed in her veins. The ménages she’d read flashed in her mind. Did he mean…not double penetration her first time out! Not that they knew it was her first time…her muscles tightened, but she couldn’t flee, held captive between them.
Paul’s warm fingers dug into her tense shoulders. “What are you thinking to be so knotted up? A massage, princess. We can make you feel so good. Relax.”
“I thought…well….”
“I know what you thought. One step at a time, okay? There’s plenty of time for anything creative later. But first, I want to touch you, kiss you all over, and I think we’ll let Rex do the same. Work for you, bro?”
She closed her eyes and let her other senses take over. His strong hands worked every kink out of her back, skipping her buttocks to massage down to her feet and back up again while Rex continued to keep her mouth occupied. So sweet, he tasted of peppermint.
“You’ve been into the candy canes,” she murmured against his lips. “Did any even get hung on the tree? Bad boys.”
“You have no idea,” he said.
“But we’ll show you.” Paul’s breath against her ear made her shiver. He dropped to the side and took her shoulder. “Lie on your back, princess, and we’ll show you how bad we can be.”
She opened her eyes to see them lounging on either side of her. She took in the ink armbands again. “How did you guys get matching tats without me?” They exchanged a quick glance and focused again on her.
“You want one?” Paul teased. “We didn’t know you were into that, but if you like, we can take you to our artist.” He bent closer, and she forgot about tattoos and anything other than another warm mouth, peppermint again, but Paul’s kiss held a take-no-prisoners intensity right from the start. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth, exploring and twining with hers. Rex’s fingers closed on her nipples, pinching and tugging them, sending fire to her core. A warm hand rested on her mound and Rex disappeared from her line of vision.
“Open your legs, baby.” He urged them apart and inserted two fingers in her pussy. “You’re so ready for us. She’s so wet.”
He rubbed his thumb on her clit, and she bucked, moaning into the other man’s mouth. Rex pumped his fingers into her, and Paul kissed his way down to her breasts, sucking one then the other into her mouth. A wave of heat overwhelmed her, tightening her around the fingers inside her, as she rose higher and higher.
Then he pulled them out, and she whimpered at the loss. “Just a minute. I need to get some protection.” He climbed off the bed, opened a drawer, and pulled out a foil packet.
His cock bobbed against his belly, long and smooth and impossibly big. It would never fit. He rolled the condom over it and came back to her. Paul, still beside her, sat up. They both watched as Rex knelt between her legs and smiled at her. “You sure, baby?”
She nodded, beyond words, excited and terrified at the same time.
He pushed her thighs wider and rubbed the head over her sensitive folds, then inside. An inch, two, and she tensed again. There. A sharp sting and she bit her lip, tasting blood. Rex rocked his hips and sank to the hilt, then paused. She waited with apprehension, but the pain seemed to be gone and an incredible fullness replaced it.
When he began to stroke, she clung to him, the heat and excitement back in force. He thrust harder and faster, panting into her shoulder, and when she tipped over the edge, convulsing with her orgasm, he followed her, clasping her to him and shuddering to a stop.
He rested on her, until his breathing slowed, then rolled to the side. Paul’s eyes were on them, the blue almost indigo. Could she do it again? Could she not?
She held out her arms and he came into them. At some point he’d also donned a condom and he took her mouth with his and plunged inside her. Longer than Rex, he had a narrower girth and slid fast and deep. Over and over while she—to her amazement—climbed to the peak again and fell, spiraling down into darkness. Paul tightened and emptied inside her.
The entire process, with both of them, was over so fast she didn’t know what to think. What did it mean? Rex reached for her and tucked her against his side, murmuring nonsense into her hair.
She didn’t care what it meant. Paul left for a moment and returned to curl up on her other side. Bliss was hers.
The two people dearest to Paul drowsed in one another’s arms He’d fallen for her at age six. A princess, always and foremost, she’d finally noticed the two guys dogging her every step and welcomed them into her world. Smart and beautiful, he’d never known what she saw in them.
Three best friends.
Then of course, he and Rex crossed the line last summer, with each other. They’d both been afraid to tell her…and now what? He’d almost kissed Paul twice when they were making love to Andie. Would it have been okay?
Their princess in their arms and their bed—like a gift from Father Christmas. Paul climbed out of bed and bent to pull a blanket over them then paused. A dark streak marred the pale skin of her inner thigh. Blood? When she’d flinched as Rex entered her, he’d assumed it was due to the other man’s size.
“Oh, Andie, why didn’t you tell us?”
She stirred and frowned in her sleep and he backed away. Returning with a damp washcloth, he wiped away the evidence. He’d hold his peace until he had a chance to ask her why she’d kept such a secret. As pretty as she was, he’d never imagined she’d still been a virgin. Although they didn’t talk about it much, he knew she dated from time to time—and assumed…it didn’t matter what he’d assumed. She had come to them an innocent. Had they been too rough? I hope we didn’t hurt her.
He lay next to her, reached down, and drew the soft cover over all three of them. Andie shifted and rolled toward him, restin
g her head on his chest. To his dismay, his cock took her sleepy embrace as an invitation and hardened against his belly.
He tried counting backward from one hundred by sevens then began thinking through his and Rex’s last chess game. She snuggled closer, rubbing her cheek against his nipple, and he swallowed hard.
Stroking her back, he remembered she’d just had two larger than average cocks inside her newbie pussy. She’d need a break before any more actions. Still…he knew other ways to pleasure her.
She slept on, and so did Rex, sleeping angels while the devil on Paul’s shoulder devised a plan. The scent of their lovemaking clung to the blanket, enhancing his arousal. If he could wake her up, accidentally ….
He jostled her, but she only murmured and relaxed again. He caressed her back, her sides. When he brushed her breast, her eyes opened, wide and startled.
He shook his head and nodded to the man behind her. “Shhh, Rex is asleep.”
“So was I.” She blinked. “You woke me up on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Guilty.” He palmed her breast gratified when her nipple rose against his hand. “I wanted to play.”
Andie’s cheeks flushed. “I don’t think I—”
”Shhh, princess, I know.”
She shoved his hand away and moved to sit up, but he tugged her back against him.
“Rex, sleeping, remember? He skied a glacier this afternoon. Let’s let him rest….”
She stopped fighting but lay rigid. “So what do you think you know? Wait…a glacier?”
“Shhh. I know this was your first time and you’re probably not ready to go another round, right?”
She didn’t respond so he tipped her face up to him. “Right, Andie?”
“I might be a little sensitive. Maybe in a while?” She kept her voice low, but despite his warning he wasn’t worried about waking Rex. The man slept like a rock. A nuclear bomb detonating downstairs wouldn’t bother him. Still….
“Let’s go downstairs and have some cocoa and talk.” He chided himself for his deception. Sure they’d have the hot chocolate—she made the best—but he wanted to taste her at leisure, to spend more time between her thighs. To taste her there.
