“I know at some point we’ll have to take you back to your place, and I know you probably have all sorts of things that need tending to, but we’re not going back to Texas until Christmas and I think we’ve been having a lot of fun together and—”
“Yes,” Liam says. He turns to look at us both, taller than us even as we sit on the countertops. “I want more. I want to stay.”
Scarlett is so engrossed in his response that the syrup she was about to drizzle onto her finger misses and ribbons thinly over her bare thigh.
He sees it—and with a growl and a duck that serves to showcase his perfect shoulders, he licks it off her skin.
In true Scarlett fashion, she lets out a delighted giggle and then deliberately drizzles more syrup on her other thigh. Liam follows, licking her clean.
“More,” he says simply when he’s done with her thigh.
Scarlett’s eyebrow makes an impish arch as she obeys—and allows the syrup to drip all over the waxed vee between her legs. With a grunt of approval, Liam drops to his knees, slings her legs over his shoulders, and licks her to a shuddering orgasm.
He hands the syrup bottle to me once he’s satisfied Scarlett’s been seen to, but I have different plans.
I urge him up to his feet and pull him into a long kiss. He kisses differently than anyone I know, like every kiss is the last kiss he’ll ever have and he needs to savor it completely. Take it fully and leave nothing unseared by his need. We’re both breathless when we break apart, and his usual gruff expression is softened when I look up at him.
He looks down at me the way a man who cherishes a woman would—like he wants to fold me into his arms and never let me go, like he wants to fight battles for me and provide for me and spend the rest of his life with me. I mean, I consider myself fairly evolved when it comes to gender politics, but I’m shocked at how good it feels to have him looking at me this way. It’s almost like between him and Scarlett, I can have every type of adoration I ever wanted from a lover, and types of adorations I didn’t even know I wanted.
So when I carry out my little plan and tug the waistband of his pajamas down to drip syrup onto his turgid cock, it’s not with the same arch playfulness as Scarlett had, it’s with something serious and careful and aware. Our eyes don’t break from each other’s, even when I slide off the countertop to my knees, and I hope he sees in my gaze that I see him. That I see what he wants from us and I’m ready to give it to him.
That I think we could all fall in love with each other if we gave it a chance.
Chapter 8
Liam
Snow is looking up at me with everything I’ve ever wanted.
Intelligence and desire and tender concern.
Cold nights on the mountain wouldn’t be so cold if I had angels like these to come back to, I decide. And I also decide that I’m going to do everything in my power to make these angels mine—or convince them to make me theirs. Life’s too short to throw away gifts like the one the three of us share.
Scarlett follows Snow to the floor, and then I have two tongues slowly cleaning my aching cock, lapping at the syrup and sucking it off my skin. Scarlett fondles my balls as she cleans me, her clever fingers pressing behind my sack and finding all sorts of places I would have sworn weren’t for pleasure.
But in her hands, they are; she acts as if everything on my body and Snow’s body are for her pleasure. Like everything can be fun and delicious if only we’re brave enough to try.
Mine.
Or theirs.
Whatever it has to be so that I don’t have to let them go.
“Gonna come,” I grunt in warning. “Gonna come for you.”
Snow laces a hand through Scarlett’s hair and feeds the head of my cock past Scarlett’s lips. The moment I feel the wet heat of Scarlett’s mouth—so slick and silky against my bare flesh—my head falls back and my hips ram forward, shoving to the back of her throat as my balls clench and then semen erupts from my cock. I feel her swallowing around me, an exquisite squeeze as I pump her mouth full of come, and Snow’s hand on Scarlett’s head is relentless, forcing her to take more and more and more until finally I’m finished using her mouth.
“Fuck,” I mumble, sliding free from Scarlett’s lips and stumbling back. She looks up at me with wet eyes and a smile that would make the devil proud. “Holy fuck.”
She licks her lips. “I don’t know about you, but I think I’m ready for a shower. Snow?”
They help each other to their feet and then, arms laced around each other’s backs, pad gracefully back to the bedroom, their pert asses moving so temptingly beneath swaying hair.
With a muttered curse, I follow, undressing as I go, already getting hard again.
Later that day, after we fucked in the shower and again in the bed, we lie watching a fresh shower of snow move in under the cover of dusk. We’re lying in my new favorite position, with Scarlett curled into one side of me and Snow into the other, and I’m stroking their shoulders in the comfortable, snow-blanketed silence. Earlier we talked of many things—I told them about my ranch, inherited from a grandfather who didn’t give a shit if I lived or died but wanted his cattle and sheep to live on. They told me about their work in Austin, teaching restless artistic types art history. We danced around what would happen after they went back to Texas—even Snow seemed too shy to broach the subject, and she’s the bravest of us. And now that we’ve snuggled into this quiet moment, it seems harder than ever to speak about.
But I can’t bear not speaking of it. Not for another moment.
“You saved my life,” I finally say. “I would have died.”
Snow makes a noise like it hurts her to think of the possibility and burrows closer into my side.
“You saved me, and I want to give you more than sex,” I continue. “More than until Christmas. I want to be something to you both because you’re already something to me. Montana is a long way from Texas, but I’ve done harder things, and it will be worth giving you what I want to give you.”
“And what do you want to give us?” Scarlett asks.
I glance between the two angels cuddled naked and warm next to me, and then I sigh heavy and content, like a bear in truth.
“Everything,” I reply. “I want to give you everything.”
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