by Sam JD Hunt
“Are you ready for me?” His hot breath was in my ear, his raspy voice vibrating against my neck.
My hips reached for the ceiling—the arch of my back almost painful as his fingers worked my clit.
Nate slept through it all—through my scream as Rex’s cock stretched me open, through my groaning as he pumped hard inside of me, his fingers squeezing my clit as it fought to come again and again, through Rex’s howl as he finally shot deep inside of me, through my pleas that I could take no more, that I couldn’t possible come again, through my moans as I did.
He slept as we drained the tub. He slept as we toweled off. He slept as Rex tended the fire and I bolted the door. He slept until Rex rolled him over to his back and yanked off his jeans.
Nate woke up with Rex’s mouth around his rock-hard cock. He groaned, his head flung back, as Rex devoured him. My mouth found Nate’s full lips, and into my kiss he cried out as Rex took him all the way down his throat. He was awake when he came all over Rex’s tongue, my own tongue buried deep within his luscious mouth.
We fell asleep as we always do, wrapped in one another. We clung to our love against the raging storm outside, safe and warm in our little cabin in the wilderness.
We woke up the next morning to more snow, but the sun was shining. Even better, I smelled coffee.
Nate’s legs were wrapped around mine—Nate slept like Velcro, as if he wasn’t touching Rex and me, we’d evaporate. I ran my hand down his muscled back before reaching for the carafe of coffee sitting on the rustic nightstand. I poured some into the stoneware mug Rex had left for me as I reached for the note.
Went for air.
That’s all it said—Rex was a man of few words. Nate pulled me tighter under the covers, the soft lull of his breathing comforting me as the sunlight streamed in. The cabin was clean and comfortable, but far simpler than I’d hoped. The only separate room was a tiny toilet and sink closet—no shower, just the giant tub out in the open. But still, as much as I whined, I looked forward to alone time with my guys.
Nate rolled over behind me, his ever-present morning erection poking into the small of my back.
“Round two,” he said as he pulled my panties aside and slid into me.
I pulled on my furry boots, better suited to a ski lodge than real snow, and trudged out the front door. Rex hadn’t returned, and I was going stir crazy in the cabin. The clouds were rolling in as the layer of snow drifted toward the ground. Rex’s massive boot-prints broke the pristine beauty of the snow—he’d walked toward a rippling creek that ran in front of the property.
I walked toward the creek, hoping to see neighbors. In Colombia we were so isolated, and despite my desire for my men, I wanted someone else to talk to. There was nothing anywhere in sight. Oddly, behind Rex’s obvious prints, there was something else. A small footstep—far smaller than my own size eight boots, a woman’s, and fairly recent—left around the same time as Rex’s. Clearly this place wasn’t as isolated as it seemed, and I smiled at the thought of having another female to chat with.
“Penny, how much wood is there out there?” Nate was standing in the doorway in ripped jeans and no shirt. His hair was still tousled from morning sex, and there was a mug of coffee in his hand. Nate was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
“Uh, about…three cords.” I made up the amount—I had no idea how much a cord of wood was, but I’d seen them say that on some frontier reality show. I grew up in Vegas, and in Colombia we didn’t burn much wood.
“Oh good,” he said. “The storm is about to hit us hard. I just heard one of those weather alerts on this old radio on the counter.”
“Let’s talk Rex into cutting this Little House on the Prairie thing short,” I said, ready to hit the spa, the restaurants, and the nightlife of Tahoe. “While we can still get out,” I added. The SUV we’d rented was already buried in snow from the night before.
“I mean we can try.”
I followed him back into the cabin, glancing one more time at the footprints before I closed the door behind me.
“I’m going to make cookies,” I declared that morning as I rifled through the primitive kitchen. “How will we make them into holiday shapes?”
“No shapes, Pen. Just make cookies, leave the Christmas part out of it.” Nate stood across the small table from me. Rex still hadn’t returned.
“He can’t always hate Christmas. What about when we have kids?”
“Then we’ll cross that bridge,” Nate said.
“He wants babies.”
“I know, but for now let’s just practice making them, okay?”
“Deal. It’s just—this is our first Christmas with the three of us together.”
“I know, and it is special without the trappings,” Nate said. “C’mon, Pen, you get why he hates Christmas.” Nate stared at me like one does the clueless.
“I don’t,” I answered with a shrug.
“He was a foster kid—shuffled around from terrible house to terrible house. I’m guessing Rex didn’t have a lot of magical holidays the way you and I did growing up.”
“That’s sad, but no reason to not celebrate now. He’s a Catholic, how can he banish Christmas?”
Nate took a deep breath. “I guess I never pressed him the way you do. I always went home for Christmas. My mom…” The words caught in his throat—Nate’s mother died recently. “My mom always wanted me home. This is the first year Rex and I will be together during it.”
“We’re not giving up Christmas, though, no matter what he says.”
“Penny, Christmas isn’t about all the traditions. They’re just dressing—it’s about love, and we have that in spades. Let’s have crazy monkey sex in this cabin today and then go ski and spend time together, and let’s do it without inflicting noel on Rex.”
Chapter Three
I was relieved that Rex walked in the door minutes later.
“Where’d you go?” I asked, trying not to sound too curious.
He peeled off his heavy boots and sat at the small table—not by the fire. “Oh, I wanted to be out in the countryside. You know me.”
I nodded and pulled all of the canisters from the cupboard. “You seem fairly warm for being out there for two hours—it’s snowing, too.”
His blue eyes met mine—he knew I was fishing. “What are you getting at, Penelope?”
“Oh, nothing, I was just wondering if we had any neighbors?”
He tried to read me for a minute, like Rex does, then he shrugged. “There’s a cabin not too far down. Why?”
“Because I need butter.” I pointed to the cookie ingredients.
He reached for his boots with a sigh. “Oh no, I’ll send Nate. You just got back—where’s the cabin?”
Rex didn’t make eye contact with me again. “It’s easier for me to just go than to tell Nate where it is.”
I didn’t believe him, but forty minutes later, he did return with butter. A ridiculous amount of butter.
“When are we heading out? You said a couple of nights, but that snow is piling up and I’m paying on the suite at the ski resort.” I unwrapped the butter and searched for a mixer.
“Give me another day or two, Princess. I need the quiet.”
“Quiet from us?” I glanced across the room at Nate. He knew I was unsettled.
“Of course not.” Rex dipped a finger into the butter and licked it off his finger. It was hard to be angry when he was turning me on like that. The number three tattooed on his finger, for the three of us, melted me even further.
“I’d call the resort and tell them we’re still coming, but I can’t get a signal in here.” I pulled a large ceramic bowl out and looked through a drawer—I needed something to mix the cookies.
“I did get a signal up on the ridge with that line of pine trees.” Rex dipped his finger into the butter again and I slapped it away.
“Pine trees? If we were here longer, I’d put up a Christmas tree.”
“I’ll get more firewood,”
Rex said, ignoring my mention of a tree.
“I picked out the perfect tree for our suite in Tahoe before we left,” I said to Nate after Rex closed the front door.
Nate walked up behind me, his body pressed against mine as we looked out the window. The snow was falling again in hard sheets of white.
“I’m sorry about your tree, Pen. I love Christmas, too. The three of us are together, though, and that’s what matters. A tree is just…a bonus.”
“I know. I just wanted to like Christmas this year.” Nate’s arms wrapped around me as we watched Rex trudge in with an armload of firewood.
“Isn’t this cozy,” Rex said, Nate’s arms still around my waist. “I think we should get naked soon.”
“Not until I’ve made cookies. It’s not the holidays without cookies.”
“Oh, so these are Christmas cookies that I froze my ass off to get the butter for? No thanks. Make me one in the shape of a hand grenade and we’ll talk.” Rex was sulking again as I measured the sugar.
“Just cookies, then. I’ll make yours in the shape of a bad attitude and self-pity,” I said, opening another drawer, still in search of some sort of mixer.
“Funny, Penelope. Perhaps it’s time to implement a new tradition—the Christmas ass-whipping.”
“That sounds kind of hot, actually.” There was no electric mixer, but I did find a simple manual hand mixer that would have to do.
“Is that a sex toy?” Rex’s eyes were glued to the mixer.
“I wish. It’s an old-school mixer—my grandma had one. Now, grab that flour and we’ll start the cookies.”
“No, I’m not doing the cookie thing with you, Princess. I will gladly eat your sweetness, though.”
“Speaking of,” Nate said, dipping his finger into the soft butter. “I read this book once, a very naughty book, where the main character was a sex slave. It was a fantasy type thing, but anyway, her mistress spread fresh, creamy butter all around her clit, but not on it. Basically, she was licked up, and licked down, and driven to insanity before she was allowed to come.” Nate stared at Rex, not at me, after delivering this information.
“Well, I mean, I love cookies, but we do have all this butter,” Rex said, pulling his belt off.
“No, no play until the work is done. Christmas cookies are serious things,” I argued.
“I thought you said they were just cookies.” Rex stared at me in faux-anger—what he was really feeling was sheer lust.
“Yeah, cookies, but I want to get them in the oven. Nate, grab that sugar over there and I’ll start mixing.”
“She wants sugar,” Rex said to Nate. I could tell they were about to go rogue.
“I’ll give her sugar.” Nate walked over to an open tub of powdered sugar, dipped his fingers in, and flicked it into my face in a sweet puff.
“Not funny! C’mon, the other sugar, the granulated stuff. That’s for the frosting.”
“I’ll frost you right now.” Nate was walking toward me, and Rex was inching closer from behind me.
“Maybe you’ll settle for a couple of shots of protein,” Rex’s growly voice said at the back of my neck.
“The oven is on,” I whined.
“I think butter first, then icing, then protein,” Nate said, walking toward the crock of fresh butter.
“But the oven is heating, and I still need to find something to use as a rolling pin.”
“I’ll give you something to roll your dough with,” Rex said, his erection grinding into me.
“Let’s butter her up,” Nate said as he dipped his long index finger into the butter.
Rex’s fingers were at my waistband, unbuttoning my jeans, then unzipping them. He went to his knees and pulled them down until I stepped out of them.
“Much better,” he said, his tongue licking the back of my knee.
“Put her on the counter,” Nate said.
Rex lifted me and sat me on the cold countertop. “My cookies,” I protested once more.
“Afterward, baby,” Nate said from directly behind me.
“You’ll help me make cookies later? You promise?”
“Yes,” Nate said as he lifted my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra.
“Rex too?”
“Yeah, me too,” Rex answered. He pulled my panties off and tossed them across the room.
“In shapes! I want shapes from you Rex. Festive shapes.”
“Ugh,” he growled. “You’re killing me girl with this holiday stuff.”
“Then I have a headache.” My hands reached down to block my sex from his probing fingers.
“Fine, snowflakes and shit. Cookies, yeah, but I need you now. We need you now.”
Rex’s leaned in to kiss me, gently opening my legs as our lips met. When his tongue met mine, Nate slathered the butter across my nipples, one then the other. I shivered from the chill of it.
“And now, a little lower,” I heard him say, my focus on Rex’s kiss.
I shivered as Nate swiped the slick butter across my shaved skin, and when his fingers spread me open, I couldn’t take it anymore. I moaned into Rex’s mouth, begging for relief, but Nate avoided my clit.
Rex’s mouth left mine and moved lower, to my butter-slicked nipple. The suction there along with Nate’s teasing was more than I could take.
“I can’t take anymore! Fuck me, both of you, together.”
Rex’s strong arms lifted me and carried me to the rug in front of the fireplace.
“Bring the butter,” he said to Nate.
His thick cock slammed into my buttered-up pussy, and by the time Nate was coated up, I was already coming.
“So impatient,” Rex scolded, his fingers rolling my sensitive nipples. “So buttery.”
I moaned as Nate entered me from behind, stretching me wide. My head fell against his chest as he filled me, the sensation of both of them inside me almost more than I could handle.
“Such a tight, buttery ass,” Nate groaned in my ear.
“Harder,” I begged, gritting my teeth as I wait for the burn that I knew would come as he fucked me. “Like that, yes,” I howled as his thrusts got stronger into my tight backside.
Rex’s large hand wrapped around my neck, holding me still. “Choke me,” I said.
His eyes darted to mine in surprise—I wasn’t really into that sort of thing, but that night, coated in butter, being fucked by both of them at the same time in the middle of nowhere, I felt no limits. And, I trusted them fully, completely.
“You kinky girl,” Rex said as his lips found mine.
I came yet again with both of his hands around my neck and his tongue down my throat. We finally did make it back to baking cookies, but not before both men spilled into me, quaking from the force of their own climaxes.
That afternoon, I saw a woman from the kitchen window. I was cleaning up the cookie mess, but I definitely saw her. The snow was coming down harder than ever—the radio said it was a snow emergency and to prepare for the biggest storm the area had seen in decades. The car was completely covered—and as Rex and Nate snoozed in the giant bed, I accepted the fact that we weren’t getting out of there that afternoon.
I hurried to the door and flung it open. Her head turned to me as I called out through the white blanket of falling snow, “Hi! Come on in and get warm. I have tea!”
I wanted to thank her for the butter—she must be our neighbor from the nearest cabin, after all. The neighbor whose footprints I saw in the snow next to Rex’s; the neighbor he for some reason neglected to mention meeting. Instead of heading toward me, she ran. Not just walked away, not didn’t hear me, but ran.
“Oh, sorry to scare you,” I yelled again into the howling wind. She never turned back.
“Odd,” I said aloud, looking back toward the bed.
“What is?” Rex asked with a yawn.
“The neighbor chick was out there—I yelled to her and she ran off.”
Rex sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Neighbor? Huh?”
I clos
ed the door and walked over to the bed and sat at the end of it.
“Yeah, the uh…” Suddenly I decided to not say any more. Rex would only lie to me, and I knew the mysterious fur-clad woman I just saw was the secret he’d been keeping.
“Penny, what?” He crawled over and kissed my forehead.
“It’s nothing,” I lied as he held me.
That evening after dinner, the snow stopped coming down long enough for us to sit by the firepit outside the cabin. Armed with red wine for myself and whiskey for the boys, we snacked on my sugar cookies and enjoyed being outside.
“Who is this guy who lent us the cabin?” Nate asked as he warmed his hands near the crackling fire.
“Another doc—we went through med school together. We haven’t really kept in touch, but when I mentioned in some chat box we wanted to head toward snow, he volunteered his cabin.”
“Interesting,” Nate said. “Just out of the blue, happened to have a place near where you suggested we go.” I looked over to Nate—he was starting to see holes in Rex’s story, too.
“Yeah, I guess. Hey, I know what I said about Christmas and all, but the baking thing sure wasn’t so bad.” He winked at me and crunched on a cookie.
“I’ll admit I’ve never quite made sugar cookies like that before.” I reached over and squeezed Nate’s thigh—something inside of me screamed to let it all go, give Rex some space, at least for tonight.
I reached for another cookie. “You must have some good Christmas memories, Rex. Cling to those a little.”
“Oh we had great Christmases,” Rex said as he raised the cheap dollar-store type tumbler to his lips. “The best ones were in the unwanted children’s shelter. Fun times.”
“I’m sorry,” was all I could say. I refilled my wine glass. I’d hoped sitting outside in the snow around the firepit would make him feel festive. It didn’t.
“Seriously, Penny, those were the better ones. All the guilty fucks from town would bring us loads of unwanted toys and leftover dinner—those were way better than the ones where I got the shit beat out of me or worse.”
