Let it Snow

by Suzan Butler, Emily Ryan-Davis, Cari Quinn, Vivienne Westlake, Sadie Haller, Holley Trent

  “None,” she said. “I don’t think we’ll need to get him drunk. You’ve done this with him before.”

  “I know we’ve done it before,” he said. “Just thinking of how to break the news. It’s been ten years, and we’ve always been single when we shared. This is different.”

  “How about… ‘Hey, Leo, my wife is fantasizing about you. Wanna fuck her?’”

  Garrett chuckled, easing the tension his nerves were putting into the air. “You’re fantasizing about him? Are you that turned on by the idea?”

  “You know it.” Her voice sounded so much more confident than she felt. In fact, her face heated up as she spoke.

  “Do you think about him when I fuck you?”

  She frowned. That was an odd thing to say. Glancing at her husband, she was surprised to see his face was so serious, vulnerable. It broke her heart for him to think that he’d consider the idea that she would want his best friend while she was making love to him.

  “Garrett, I think about you when you drill your cock into my wet pussy.” She took her voice down a sultry octave. “But sometimes, when we play with the toys, I think about what it would be like to have both of you inside me, like all those times you told me about.” She didn’t mention the dozens of times she’d fingered herself thinking about it, either.

  “That’s hot, baby. I almost want to park the car and do you right here.” His hand clenched around her thigh, his need pouring into the contracted muscle. “But then we’ll get in late and Leo will worry when it gets dark.” It almost looked like he had to force himself to let go of her thigh and relax his hand again.

  She grinned, mischief skipping through her body. “Well, let’s see what trouble I can get into then.” She brushed her hand over Garrett’s crotch.

  “Don’t start something you can’t finish, hon,” he growled. She responded by giving his covered balls a soft squeeze and the car jerked forward. She giggled.

  “Bri, hon, you’re going to make us crash.”

  There was the sensible Garrett. She loved that Garrett, because he could budget, and keep her from spending their life savings on shoes. But right then? She didn’t want that Garrett. She wanted the impulsive one. The one who pulled her into the bushes in the park to strip her naked. The one not afraid to jump out of an airplane. She ran her hand over his covered bulge again. “Oh? Maybe we should stop.”

  His response was a groan as she slipped the button free from his jeans and slid her hand into his boxers. She slid the zipper the rest of the way down with her other hand and pulled his cock free of his boxers. She stroked the hard flesh now that it was free, wetness glistening from the tip.

  “Do you like that, baby?” she asked. His answer was a low rumbling moan. She giggled, and leaned over to lick the tip, the salty taste of his pre-come hitting her tongue. She wasn’t a huge fan of the taste, but the way Garrett’s grip on the steering wheel tightened when she did it made her hot.

  “Fuck!” He jerked the wheel to the right. “Seriously, you’re going to get us killed.” The vein on the side of his reddened neck bulged out. She didn’t want them to crash, but it made her feel so powerfully feminine to know that she’d brought him that reaction.

  He turned the wheel so they pulled off the road and parked the car. He reached for her as soon as he turned the engine off, but she didn’t let him move her.

  “Baby…” He growled his warning, a low rumbly sound that only stroked her arousal.

  Instead, she unbuckled and crawled over the center console, putting her knees on the passenger seat and her ass in the air. Anyone coming by would see her ass, but she didn’t care.

  Slowly, she licked his cock’s head like a lollipop, moaning a little as she squeezed her own thighs together. The smooth skin was so tight over flesh as hard as diamonds.

  “God, babe, that’s good,” he breathed. “Fuck me, that’s good.”

  His hand rested on her head, stroking her hair reverently as she slid his cock into her mouth. He was so hard she saw the vein on the side, angry and purple. His other hand caressed her ass, rubbing circles around the globe of her cheek.

  “Stop,” he whispered, then repeated louder. “Stop!” He took a moment to blow out a calming breath before he opened the driver’s side door. He held his jeans up around his hips as he walked around the car. She giggled as he pulled her door open.

  “Out, now,” he ordered. She loved it when he took control. There was something about the subtle confidence in his voice, and the way he still managed to let her know he loved her at the same time.

  She stepped out slowly, deliberately slow, intending to take her sweet time, but he would have none of it. His fingers pressed into her hips as he hauled her up and set her on the hood of the car. He wasted no time, yanking down her yoga pants to the ground, her black panties lumped in with the pants. The heat of the metal hood, combined with the biting cold air bit into her skin. The metal bent with her weight. Her ass burned in direct contact with the metal, her body covered in goosebumps from the falling snow, but she wasn’t about to stop him. She needed everything he had to give.

  His jeans slipped halfway down his hips, his cock sticking out at her like it knew exactly where she was. He pushed her knees apart and his finger slid along her slit. “Fuck, baby, you are so wet. Did it excite you to suck on my cock? Doing it where anyone passing by could have seen you?” His finger slid into her, pushing up inside her entrance. She arched her back, holding onto his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the firm muscles. “So fucking wet. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

  She nodded, her voice gone, overtaken by her need to make love to him right there, and reached for his dick again, but he shook his head. “Oh, no, honey. This cock is done with your mouth for now.” He gripped her hips so hard she knew she’d have bruises as he positioned her on the side of the car. He pressed inside her in one thrust of his hips, and finally she found her voice, crying out in beautiful ecstasy. She didn’t care that they were in broad daylight, that anyone driving by would see Garrett fucking her on the hood of the car. No, that wasn’t true. She did care. It fucking aroused the hell out of her.

  His face was tense and concentrated as he slammed into her over and over. She slid a few times, unable to grip anything to stay on the car with the snow falling around them, but he didn’t give an inch.

  The cold of the snow hitting her bare legs would have made her shiver if she wasn’t already burning with sexual heat. He let go of her hips and balanced his arms on the car as he doubled his thrusts. He fucked her thoroughly, and when she climaxed, he pounded her faster as she squeezed his hard flesh within her. Within a few moments, he grunted loudly and then his thrusts became erratic as his orgasm took him.

  A moment later, he braced his arms on either side of her and kissed her gently. This was what she loved about him. His need led him to lose control, but her Garrett always came back to her, always showed her how much he loved her. He always took care of her.

  “I love you,” he said against her lips. “So much, you little vixen. But one of these days, you’re going to kill us with a stunt like that.”

  She giggled, and then moaned in disappointment as he pulled out of her. Fluids tickled her as he retrieved her underwear from where they’d fallen and handed them to her. She opted not to put them back on, since they were wet from the snow.

  “Leo’s going to know exactly what a dirty girl you are when he gets his chance.”

  Her legs felt like spaghetti as she pushed him off and jumped off the hood. She leaned against the car door for a moment before she opened the back door and rummaged through the bags to find a clean, dry pair of pants. It was another pair of yoga pants, these black with pink stripes down the length of the legs. She glanced at the small silver watch he’d given her for their anniversary the week before. “Ten minutes. See, baby? It didn’t take that long.”

  He glared at her and playfully tried to reach for her, but she slipped aroun
d him. His eyes narrowed as he walked back around the car, buttoning his pants back up. “Trouble maker.”

  He grinned and got in the car.

  “You don’t seem to mind my troublemaking ways.”

  When he got in the car, he wagged a warning finger at her. “No more, missy. Behave yourself until we get to the cabin.”

  She stuck her tongue out at him as he started the car, giggling as he tried to grab it.

  As he pulled back onto the road, she leaned back, her entire body relaxed and sated. For the moment. But the week was young, and Leo waited at the cabin.

  Chapter Two

  Daylight had begun to fade as they pulled up to the cabin, casting an orange glow over the snowy landscape. The sun’s rays framed the trees and the cabin from behind. It was picturesque, straight out of a resort magazine. Garrett could see why Leo would love this place so much.

  He glanced to the passenger seat. Poor Bri had crashed after their sudden stop, which made him feel both guilty and elated because he liked wearing her out. He also liked when she slept in the car, because then she didn’t criticize his driving or try to touch him. He’d stopped briefly to get a blanket for her from the back, but otherwise he’d enjoyed the quiet, relaxing afterglow of sex.

  Garrett turned off the car and leaned over. He touched her cheek, a soft sigh escaped her lips. God, that was sexy too. He’d been surprised when she admitted to fantasizing about Leo. He didn’t think she’d had that level of kink in her. Sure, she liked to try new things with him, but letting another man touch her? He hadn’t thought it would happen.

  “Bri, honey,” he whispered against her ear. “We’re here.”

  She moaned sleepily and stretched out, her sweatshirt lifting with her shoulders to reveal her toned tummy. He couldn’t resist. He splayed his hand over her abdomen and tickled her. She shrieked and sat up. “Garrett!”

  The glare she leveled at him should have made him explode. He laughed and got out of the car. She pushed her door open and the two of them grabbed a bag each. Hers was bigger, probably filled with her three tons of skin care products, so he took it from her as they walked up to the door and knocked.

  Leo’s face lit up as he opened the door and saw the two standing there. “You made it!”

  “Barely,” Garrett grumbled. “She tried to kill us.”

  “Oh, shush!” Bri smacked his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around Leo’s neck. “How are you, Leo?”

  She kissed his cheek as he pulled her into the cabin. Garrett followed and dropped the bags by the door as Leo held out his right hand.

  “Sorry about the mess, guys.” Leo said as he shook Garrett’s hand and then pulled him in for a one-armed hug. “I was going to clean but then I took a nap.”

  Garrett inhaled, smelling the cinnamon scent that was unique to Leo. He wore a soft terry cloth bathrobe that felt as soft as one of the washcloths Bri insisted on using.

  They separated, but Leo’s eyes lingered on Garrett’s just a little longer than he’d thought they would. His heart pounded with the knowledge of what they were doing there, both dread and anticipation roaring through his veins. Leo had no idea what was in store for him. As they stepped apart, Garrett looked at the main living area with disgust. “Mess?”

  “Yeah,” Leo pursed his lips in mock offense.

  The room was wall-to-wall hardwood flooring with area rugs under the two couches. Wood paneling covered the walls, which were lined with Leo’s hockey pictures. The couches were black leather and surrounded a dark cherry coffee table that probably cost more than a small car. The only thing that disturbed the cabin-esque atmosphere was the surround sound home entertainment center.

  Again, the space was very Leo. But a mess? There was not one scrap of trash in the place.

  “It’s lovely, Leo,” Brianna said, always the peacemaker. “You’ve redecorated since the last time we came up here.”

  She glanced around, her eyes landing on the one corner of the cabin that Garrett had known they would—the corner with the tree. A soft smile crossed her lips. He’d never been huge with the holidays, but Brianna loved every second. He hated the pine needles on the floor. He disliked the multitude of annoying commercials on the TV. She said the pine needles gave the holiday authenticity. But she was like that with everything. A breath of fresh air and positivity.

  “Yeah,” Leo said. He caught her wrist and held it up, the silver watch reflecting the light of the cabin. “What’s this? Shiny.”

  “Like it? Garrett bought it for me.”

  “Oh?” He grinned as he looked at Garrett. “You piss her off?”

  “Fuck off,” Garrett growled. “Our tenth anniversary was last week.”

  “Oh.” Leo seemed disappointed it wasn’t something to pacify Brianna’s very hot temper. “I guess we’ll need to have a celebration in honor of the ten years you’ve had to put up with Garrett. That deserves a fucking medal.”

  Brianna giggled. “It does, Leo.”

  Bri took his arm and led him over to the kitchen, where he proceeded to tell her about all the new recipes he’d learned and what he planned on cooking for Christmas dinner.

  Garrett wandered around the living room. The door to the main bedroom was open, and probably spotless since that was where he and Bri usually stayed when they came out. The guest room was across the house from the main room, which was where Leo usually slept. He was hoping that room didn’t get used. He wasn’t sure how Leo would take the news, or if he would even want to fall back into old habits. But the man hadn’t said anything about a girlfriend, so they had to assume he was single… and had those feelings towards Garrett.

  Garrett let out a breath as he turned back to his best friend and his wife. Bri had hooked her arm in Leo’s and leaned her head against his shoulder. Her boob brushed against Leo’s upper arm every once in a while, which Garrett thought might have been purposeful on her part. What would Leo say when they laid their intentions on the table? Would he be cool with it? Would he be all in? How hot would it be to watch Leo thrust his dick into Bri, to watch her as her back would arch and her teeth clench from an overload of pleasure? He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed watching Leo work a woman. And this wouldn’t be any woman. This was Brianna. Would Leo lose it when Bri’s pussy clamped down on him?

  Fuck. This was already killing him. He looked up to make sure they weren’t watching and adjusted his hardening dick. He hadn’t thought he could get it up so soon after their fuck on the side of the road, but the idea of Brianna and Leo just did him in.

  “The hockey season is on Christmas break so I have the next four days off,” Leo was telling her as Garrett rejoined them. “So this week I’m all yours!”

  Bri’s eyes shot to Garrett, so full of desire that he wanted to take her right then. It was lucky that he’d already come once today or otherwise he might have. She tucked her black hair behind her ears, a soft pink tint on her cheeks. God, she was adorable.

  ~*~*~

  Brianna sequestered herself in the shower as soon as she was able to, leaving Leo and alone with Garrett in the living room. He knelt by the fireplace to put another log on. Watching the glow of the fire made his face warm, a sharp contrast to the biting, cold snow falling outside.

  He knew Garrett was behind him even before he sat down on the rug. His whole body was attuned to him, the fine hairs on his body standing on end. Garrett’s hands rested on his shoulders. After ten years, there shouldn’t be this awkwardness he felt around his best friend.

  “You all right?” Garrett’s voice was like a purr across his body. His muscles relaxed. Years of taking his aggression and resentment out on the ice vanished in light of that single touch.

  “I’m good.” His breath shuddered on the exhale.

  How long had it been since he’d been so close to Garrett? It was since before Brianna. Ten years? Eleven? They’d not dated long before getting married.

  Leo had stepped aside, let Garrett hav
e the fantasy life he so deserved. The hockey community was not as forgiving of his bisexual nature anyway, and they liked infidelity even less.

  “Liar,” Garrett replied softly, his breath hot on Leo’s neck.

  “What are you doing, Garrett?” He didn’t turn toward the man, because seeing him would have done him in. He’d made the choice long ago to let Garrett go.

  “Remembering what I want,” the other man replied. Leo groaned when Garrett’s lips touched his neck, a war brewing within him between what his body wanted and what his mind could handle.

  He wanted Garrett as soon as the couple had walked through the door. But he didn’t want to hurt Brianna. He respected her too much for that.

  “We can’t do this, Garrett. Brianna—”

  “Brianna knows,” his best friend replied. Leo frowned and tried to move away. She knew, and she was okay with this? What exactly had Garrett told his wife?

  Garrett palmed Leo’s cheek and turned him until they were face to face. Leo’s heart pounded, his breathing shallow. Garrett leaned forward and took his mouth, no hesitancy, no restraint. He would have let him keep going, pressing on, but Garrett broke the kiss, like they had all the time in the world. His arms trembled as he leaned away from Garrett.

  “This isn’t right, Garrett,” he whispered. “Even if Brianna knows…”

  “It is right. Brianna wants this, too. I’m hoping you’ll realize that this week.” Garrett pressed his lips to Leo’s briefly before standing. What did that mean? Was he saying that he wanted it to be like old times, with the woman in the middle? It seemed that was the only way he and Garrett would ever be together now. Did he dare even ask the man what he was thinking?

  Leo stared at him. He wanted that man more than he’d ever wanted another human being, ever. He wanted him to speak so his voice could sink into his blood and his bones, to memorize every inch of his face, from his bright eyes down to the dimples on his cheeks.

  He stood up carefully, still shaking like crazy, and stumbled over to the kitchen bar. He picked up the glass of wine he’d left there and downed it in one sip. When he looked back at Garrett, the man’s eyes were focused on his mouth, following his tongue as he swiped it across his lips. His eyes were hot and filled with desire. Oh, this is not how he’d expected to spend the first night with his best friends this year.