Let it Snow

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

  Leo had dropped the towel as well at some point. She hadn’t even noticed. But she sure as hell noticed now. His broad shoulders filled her vision, peppered with swooping curves of his back tattoo peeking over his shoulders. Lean muscles flexed with his movements.

  The two men flanked her, creating an erotic scene that she could have died from and been exceptionally happy in the process. Nerves fired through her body as Garrett leaned over her and kissed her gently. “You all right, doll?”

  She nodded as he ran a hand up and down her leg. Just like him. Always thinking of her and her comfort. She loved him so much. She was nervous, but he’d made her so aroused that she didn’t really feel it anymore.

  “Good,” he smiled, “Because I need you to suck my cock again.”

  There was no missing the way Leo licked his lips as Garrett straddled her body, his cock almost touching her lips. She grasped his cock and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. She would do this for him anytime, tasting the salty skin, licking the long staff like icing off a cake.

  “That’s a good girl,” he groaned and pushed forward, then back. His hips matched the sucking rhythm she established. He gripped the headboard to steady himself. “Leo’s going to fuck you, baby. You want him to do that?”

  She didn’t care which one fucked her. She was so far gone, so far beyond rational thought that any inhibitions left her. She needed to be fucked, to find her climax. She hollowed out her cheeks, sucking down her husband’s cock as much as she could. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she still felt apprehensive, but one look at Garrett’s pleasure-ridden face and she knew this was what she wanted.

  “Fuck!” Garrett groaned. “That feels amazing.”

  She let his cock leave her mouth as she looked up at Garrett. “Do you want him to fuck me, honey?”

  Garrett’s eyes rolled back as she resumed her task at hand, a loud groan leaving his lips. The action stretched out the meaty column of his neck, veins bulging on either side of it.

  .Leo grinned and pressed a condom into Garrett’s hand. Garrett stopped, and stared down at the foil package in his hand. A frown furrowed over his features. “What’s this for?”

  “Uh, it’s a condom, honey,” Brianna strained out the words. “He doesn’t know.”

  “Know what?” Leo blinked.

  “Well,” Brianna swallowed, not sure how to phrase all the reasons why she and Garrett didn’t use condoms anymore. “We’re trying for a baby.”

  “What?”

  Self-conscious, Brianna bit her lower lip. “We didn’t bring any…”

  Leo stared at them both. He seemed suddenly conflicted about the whole thing now. Would he decide against it? She’d just been getting accustomed to the idea of him fucking her. Was he going to stop this whole thing now?

  He looked about ready to bolt.

  “I should use one.” His voice broke the awkward silence finally.

  “You don’t have to…” She tried to say, but he tore open the package and sheathed himself. He pumped his cock a few times before he knelt between her legs.

  “It’s safer this way.”

  “I know,” she whispered. “But maybe I don’t want it.”

  He smiled up at her, but didn’t answer. His finger swiped across her folds and she forgot any protest she had.

  “Ooh, she’s wet as hell, G. I didn’t think you guys had enough time for that while I was in the shower.”

  Garrett glanced to her, a sly grin crossing over his face. “It was a long car ride. And she’s a tease.” Brianna stuck out her tongue at him and rolled her eyes.

  “I bet.” Leo chuckled. Bri felt his breath against her pussy. He blew out against her core, and she arched her back again, her body shuddering with an unsated lust rushing in her blood. She fisted her hands in the bed sheets, straining with every movement.

  “Oh, my fucking God!” she screamed when his tongue circled her clit.

  “Oh, she is a screamer. That could be fun.”

  Garrett groaned. “Fuck. Leo, stop fooling around.” He sat up by the side of her head, squeezing her hand in soft reassurance. Even in the midst of heavy sexual play, he was mindful of her feelings. “Love you.”

  She glanced up at him and smiled. “Love you too.”

  Leo laughed. “Fine. But I’ll play down here before the week is out.” He flicked her clit as if to punctuate the promise. “Hand me some pillows.”

  Garrett grabbed a couple of the throw pillows and tossed them over. Leo’s hands closed on the flesh of her ass as he lifted her. She tried to help by pushing up on her hips while he placed the pillows beneath her.

  A moment later, his probing, two fingers slid into her entrance. Then they left and the next thing she felt was his sheathed cock pressing against her. It slipped inside her, so deep. It was such a relief after Garrett’s teasing that she let out a sigh of relief as he filled her. She gripped the sheets tighter, wanting to feel him as deeply as she could.

  His slow, agonizing thrust of his hips drove her batty. She reached for her husband, grasping his cock in her hands. Standing over her, his knees by her shoulder, she took him in her mouth again, wrapping one arm around his legs to get a better angle.

  Leo stilled. “Fuck, man. I’m not going to last. She’s so freaking tight.”

  “I’m about to lose it too,” Garrett agreed.

  “I’ll have that mouth this week too,” Leo promised, almost muttering it to himself.

  “What am I, a fucking grocery list?” She snapped. She spread her legs wider, taking Leo’s cock deeper into her body. The repetitive motion of his penis inside her just inflamed her arousal, driving her higher and higher.

  “Fuck, baby,” Leo replied. “I just wanna eat you all up.”

  Bri closed her eyes, trying to keep it together as Leo pistoned inside her and Garrett fucked her mouth. Used within an inch of her breath, she adored the pressure they created within her. She could have felt like a slut, sucking one man off while the other fucked her. But the way they touched her, the way Leo’s hands were soft and caressing… the way Garrett stroked her hair… they let her know in their own ways how they felt about her.

  She was already on the edge. As soon as they found a rhythm together, she came undone. The pressure inside her burst and she moaned around her husband’s cock. Her muscles tightened around Leo, who groaned like he was going to die.

  She cried out loudly as she came, her whole body tensing. White-hot pleasure coursed through her entire being. Leo slammed into her hard, shaking the entire bed as Garrett took over from her, thrusting into her mouth. It was rough and raw, her grasp on reality tenuous at best.

  Sweat coated Leo’s tanned skin as he placed his hands on the bed, still thrusting into her. He raised his head, his neck muscles straining and bit into Garrett’s butt cheek.

  “Fuck!” Garrett yelled and shoved his hips forward. His cock pumped its release in her mouth, pulsing and throbbing. Leo shouted something about it being hot, followed by a guttural growl as he filled the condom.

  For a moment, no one moved. Brianna splayed out on the bed. Garrett knelt over her, his face looking like a train had just hit him. Leo’s chest rose and fell rapidly. If she looked closely, she was sure she’d see his wild pulse. She couldn’t blame him. Garrett stood and retrieved Leo’s discarded towel. He pulled off the condom and tossed it in the small wicker basket by the nightstand and cleaned himself off.

  She watched him as he did, his muscles flexing with each movement. The natural curve of his spine wasn’t prominent but the way it accentuated his ass was art in itself. That was one way where he and Leo were somewhat similar, though Garrett’s was much paler in comparison.

  Garrett leaned over, and kissed her gently. “Look at that. Not even a drop spilled.”

  She giggled, making Leo moan as he slipped free of her as well. “I like your messes, baby.”

  “Suck up,” Garrett smiled. “You’re jus
t saying that.”

  She turned to Leo, but he’d already started moving. Before she could say a word, he’d vanished into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him.

  Garrett glanced over as the door shut. “You okay? We didn’t hurt you, did we?”

  She shook her head. “That was amazing.”

  “Good, because I think Leo’s going to want to do that again now that he’s had a taste of you.”

  Though he was smiling, Brianna saw the way he glanced back at the bathroom door. Leo had disappeared quickly, and she knew it had to do with Garrett. Something had changed the dynamics between them, and it had happened before she’d gotten out of the shower. That wasn’t the exit of a man who’d just had mind-blazing sex. It was one of a man who was ashamed of himself.

  Chapter Four

  Garrett cleaned up a little in the bedroom, and tucked Brianna into the bed for a nap. It wasn’t late, but it had been a long day. Hours-long car ride, spur of the moment sex on the side of the road, threesome with his best friend… It took its toll on her.

  She wasn’t conscious for long. As soon as she’d fallen asleep, he headed for the kitchen. Leo was already dressed in sweatpants that rode low on his hips. He’d probably snuck out the other door in the bathroom. He faced away from Garrett, working on something in the kitchen as he approached.

  The living room lights were turned off, the glow of multi-colored Christmas lights illuminating the room in a warm, wintery atmosphere. The Christmas tree was framed by the bay window, which had a perfect view of snow falling. Garrett was glad they’d not taken longer. The snow was getting heavier.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Making eggs.” Leo didn’t look up. “I thought our naughty girl in there might be hungry after all that.”

  Garrett leaned against the counter and crossed his arms. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” he replied. It was a cold, matter-of-fact way to say it. Garrett wasn’t sure whether to kiss him or strangle the man.

  “Brianna’s taking a nap,” Garrett told him. The whisk seemed to slow, just a little bit before picking up the rhythm again.

  Silence passed between them, broken only by the scrape of the metal whisk against the ceramic bowl, and the gentle slosh of the eggs. Leo was stubborn, not willing to break the silence first, but Garrett had the crown on stubbornness. He could wait him out if he had to. He just didn’t like it. This was Leo.

  Leo set the bowl down and turned to face Garrett, his expression unreadable. “Did you tell her about us? Is that why the ambush in the bedroom?”

  “No,” he said and straightened up. This wasn’t the conversation he wanted to have, even though he’d known it would be inevitable once they brought Leo into their relationship. Still, talking about the past was something Garrett tried to avoid. They had been young.

  “So, she came up with this threesome idea herself?” He asked, watching Garrett closely.

  Garrett felt like he had just been put under a microscope. “Yes. She knew we shared before. We were upfront about our sexual pasts. We got started talking one night, and she admitted she found you attractive.” He cleared his throat. He was afraid to tell her everything, that he and Leo had been exclusive at one point. Both of them liked women, but they’d loved each other. Until he’d gotten scared. Until Leo had gotten drafted by the Highlanders. Until their relationship could have destroyed everything they’d built. Until he found Brianna.

  What if she didn’t like the idea though? Or worse, didn’t love him anymore because of his past relationship with Leo? Not every woman got on well with the idea that their husband had fucked a man before, let alone had an exclusive relationship with one.

  “And?”

  “So I told her we’d done threesomes before and she said she’d be interested to try it.” He glanced at Leo, whose entire body had gone rigid. “I didn’t think you’d mind. Bri’s hot.”

  “She’s no hardship to fuck around with, no,” Leo agreed. He sighed. “But is she going to be okay with us? With our history?”

  Garrett shrugged. “I don’t know, to be honest. I didn’t tell her about that part.” It wasn’t quite shame that filtered into his thoughts. Fear was more like it. A decade-long lie to his wife was going to come up this week. Somehow, Brianna was going to find out that he’d been in a gay relationship.

  “You afraid? Afraid she wouldn’t love a bisexual man? It’s been ten years. You’ve been married to and never thought to tell her I wasn’t just your best friend? Don’t you feel like you’re lying to her?” Leo’s voice was almost a growl of angry words. He was spitting them out with a passion he’d never considered that Leo might have.

  “No,” Garrett snapped. “It’s never come up. If she asked, I would tell her. I didn’t see you telling anyone.” He’d always been about hockey. He’d never thought that Leo would think about Brianna’s feelings like that. Maybe she was right. Maybe there was something more here.

  “My situation is different. You know that.”

  “Why? Because a bunch of jocks say so?”

  “Goddammit, Garrett. I wanted to touch you in there. I didn’t want to just bite your ass. I wanted to kiss you, suck on your cock after it had been in her. Let you fuck me. Make you feel amazing.” Leo’s face filled with the passion Garrett remembered. His veins bulged on the sides of his neck. His face reddened with unleashed fury.

  Garrett felt his cock stir in his Their bags jeans. Leo was right, though. Part of the fun of their threesomes in the past was being able to touch each other as well as the girl. But Brianna wasn’t just another girl. She was his wife. How could he touch someone else that wasn’t her? Would she mind? Would she like it?

  But then, he’d watched Leo touch his wife, even fuck her. Wasn’t turnabout fair play? It wasn’t something that he’d discussed with her. Now, he was sorry he hadn’t, but the truth was, he was scared she wouldn’t like it, that she wouldn’t accept that he had those feelings for his best friend.

  Leo ran his hand down Garrett’s bare arm, his eyes following the movement. He stepped closer, pressed close to him, his cock against Garrett’s hip. He breathed in his ear. “I’ve missed touching you, feeling your hard body against mine. Tell me that you don’t feel it too.”

  He swallowed as Leo put his hand on his jeans, right over his crotch and gently squeezed. His cock’s response was almost instantaneous, hardening inside his clothes even though he’d already come twice that day.

  “I do,” he said as his voice broke.

  Leo kissed along his collarbone. “Let’s tell her then.”

  “What if she doesn’t like it? What if she hates it? What if she hates me?” His voice was soft, laced with only a trace of the pain he’d feel if Brianna left him because of this.

  “Is that why you ran, Garrett? Were you afraid of us? Or her?” Leo stopped his soft kisses to look up at his once lover. “I want you this week too, Garrett. I’m not going to be satisfied with just one of my favorite couple. I want you both. If I can’t have you both, then this—” he squeezed Garrett’s covered cock again as he ground his own against his hip, “—isn’t going to happen.”

  Garrett closed his eyes, the delicious sensations blossoming in his consciousness. Leo kissed upwards on his neck, and nibbled on his ear. “Fuck, okay. Okay! We’ll tell her the truth.” Leo stepped back, leaving him much needed space and air.

  Leo nodded as he went back to his bowl. “Good. Let me finish this and we’ll go in there.”

  He should have felt liberated for deciding to tell her the truth, but really, he still felt trapped. And as the snow fell outside, covering the outside in a blanket of white, trapped wasn’t quite enough of a descriptor anymore.

  ~*~*~

  Brianna stepped out of the bathroom in one of Leo’s black towels. Hands gripped her roughly, spinning her body and pressed face first against the wall. She squealed in surprise as two sets of manly hands held her fast. Her heart beat with excitement as G
arrett’s rumbly voice whispered in her ear.

  “Oh, look, Leo, we’ve caught us a vixen.”

  “That we have.” Fingers gripped her towel and untucked it, causing it to pool at her feet. “Oh, and look, she’s naked.”

  “Let me go!” she giggled as they started kissing along her arms and shoulders. Lips were everywhere, or it felt like it as they lavished attention on her.

  “In a minute,” Garrett replied. “We wanted to talk to you, Bri.”

  “This is not talking,” she laughed.

  “Well, sort of talk, and sort of play,” Leo said. His finger slid into the crack of her ass, down to her pussy and back up. “Wow, can you believe she’s already wet, Garrett?”

  “I’m right here!” She struggled, but they had an iron grip on her. Heat pooled between her legs, the cool air a sharp contrast on her skin.

  “I believe it. I’ve long thought that maybe she likes being restrained. Don’t you, baby?” He licked the rim of her ear. She shivered, the sensation sending electrical arousal straight to her core.

  “Shut up and let me go!” she giggled.

  “How do you feel about upping the ante on our time for the next few days, honey?” She loved the rumbly cadence of her husband’s voice.

  “Depends,” she said, wriggling her ass against Leo’s finger, which was still barely pressing against her ass. “What did you have in mind?” She couldn’t deny she liked what he was doing back there, as much as she’d thought she wouldn’t like a man in her back door. But he wasn’t forcing anything, just lazily playing. Being play-assaulted by two gorgeous men just ratcheted up her arousal factor.

  “Well,” Garrett said, pulling her away from the wall and into his arms. He was very naked, his cock pressed between them. Leo was equally naked as he pressed in behind her. His dick nestled itself into the crack of her ass and he gently rocked back and forth.

  She couldn’t see Leo from where she was. Garrett’s strong arms held her tightly. Her nipples, hard and erect from the cool air against her moist skin, scraped against his chiseled chest.