Straight Up [Frostbite Falls Christmas 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Willa Edwards

  She focused on not clenching as the burn of his entry sizzled through her, reminding each muscle in her body to relax and let him in. This was what she wanted. She was Victoria Willis. She could handle anything they dished out and more.

  “Are you okay, Vic?” Sam’s brushed the hair back from her face in comforting strokes, tugging at someplace deep in her chest.

  She smiled at him, even as her heart constricted. “As long as you keep calling me that, I’ll be fine.”

  “Then that’s what I’ll do.” He placed small kisses across her eyes, down her cheeks, and along the freckles on her nose. The curse of being a redhead. She was covered in freckles. But when he kissed them, exploring each one like a newly discovered treasure, she didn’t hate them so much. If she’d known this could be a response to those little imperfections, she wouldn’t have spent so much of her life covering them with concealers and powders.

  Fully inside her, Trevor stilled, leaning his head against her shoulder as he waited, giving her time to adjust to the sensation. She finally released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, trying her best to adapt to the sensation of having him stuffed deep inside her. The burn in her anus sizzled through her, yet the twist of pain had every other nerve in her body shaking, not sure what to anticipate next.

  “I’m going to move now. If you’re not ready, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

  She nodded. She wasn’t sure she was ready, but she didn’t know if she ever would be. This was all so foreign, she still wasn’t sure how to process it. But she knew she didn’t want him to stop.

  And she trusted them. They’d take care of her. She knew it with every fiber of her being.

  Trevor pulled back, and every nerve in her ass came to life, tingling beneath the long sensual slide of his cock retreating from her body. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was aware of Sam whispering to her, soft, sweet, comforting words, though she couldn’t understand what he said. The pound of her blood was so loud it muffled every other sound around her.

  “Oh god.” Trevor’s voice sounded more animal than man. “Your ass feels amazing. Every inch is clinging to me like you don’t want me to leave.”

  She shook beneath the erotic words. Her body flamed as he pushed back inside her. This time it didn’t burn as much, as if her body adjusted to his invasion, happily taking the pleasure he offered and so much more.

  Sam groaned, his hands gripping her hips harder. “Are you trying to torture me, cous?”

  Trevor only laughed and picked up speed, as Sam started to move beneath her, as well. They developed a rhythm together that sent her spinning. One would thrust into her, while the other pulled back, and then they’d reverse. The friction of their cocks gliding inside her curled out to the very tips of her fingers and toes.

  She grabbed the sheets on either side of Sam’s head, holding on for dear life as each plunge had her eyes crossing and her whole body shaking. She breathed deep, letting her body do what it was born to do. Love these men.

  “You’re so amazing, baby.” Trevor kissed her neck, flicking his tongue across his ear as he held on to her hips.

  “Beautiful.” The clench of his jaw was nothing compared to the love shining in his eyes. He hadn’t said it, but she didn’t have to hear those three words to know how he felt. They loved her. And she loved them. Even if neither of them were ready to say it. She felt it.

  They pushed inside her, driving deeper, and she threw her head back as pleasure battered against her fragile control. Trevor held her hips, thrusting into her ass, as Sam shifted his hips up, impaling her on his cock. They moved quickly, slamming in and out of her at such a rapid speed she had no respite. Never leaving her alone for a second, overwhelming her with sensation.

  “God, baby, you’re clenching on me so hard,” Trevor buried his face in her shoulder. His hot breath stroked across her skin. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.”

  “I hear you, cous,” Sam groaned beneath her.

  Reaching his hand between their bodies, Sam found her clit and pressed down. It was too much. The extra cherry on the sundae that collapsed the whole bar. She screamed out, pleasure stealing over her so fast she couldn’t breathe. Lights danced before her eyes, nearly blinding her with their brightness. Her whole body shook beneath the bliss threatening to overtake her.

  But she refused to be deterred. Nothing got between Victoria Willis and what she wanted. She leaned into it, letting wave after wave rebound through her as she held on to her men. The two of them kept her tethered to the world, when she feared she might just float away.

  Behind her, Trevor released his own growl, speeding up his last three thrusts before his body went still. His muscles twitched against hers, sending the pulsing energy back into her like they were a long circuit. All connected in a never-ending loop of pleasure.

  Sam screamed out, slammed hard into her twice more, and let go. He stilled, holding her tight as he sank into the mattress. She slumped into the mountain of sweaty man beneath her. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close, making her feel precious, and prized and more valued than she’d ever had been before.

  Right here, right now, it was just the three of them. There were no expectations, no failures or demands. Just their hearts pounding along with hers, their gentle hands along her skin. That’s all that mattered.

  Trevor eased back, his cock slipping from her body as he lay beside her. She moaned at the loss, but she was far too exhausted to do more than whimper. At the rate they were going she could probably cancel her Zumba classes for good. She would burn more than enough calories with them to stay fit. She’d keep up the yoga lessons though. She had a feeling she’d need the flexibility.

  “That was amazing, Vic.” Sam placed soft kisses across her temple, her forehead, her eyes as he rolled onto his side. She sighed, melting into him a little more, loving the way her chest rose and fell with his, their deep breaths in matching cantor.

  She nodded, not feeling the need to say more. It was evident.

  “You’re incredible, baby.” Trevor’s hot breath breezed across her cheek. “And you’re all ours.”

  They sounded so damn good. “And you’re mine.” Which sounded even better.

  “Completely,” they whispered together.

  She smiled, nestling deeper into the tangle of male flesh surrounding her. The warm arms holding her. Soft lips kissing her. They were all hers. For good this time. No more running. No more hiding. Not anymore. Not ever again if she had anything to say about it.

  “Since we’re definitely not opening the store today—” Sam leaned up on his arm, shifting only far enough away to stare into her eyes, as if he didn’t want to move any further back from her than he had to. Which she really liked, since she felt the same. “—what do you say to a little celebration?”

  It was only nine in the morning, but it still sounded like a good idea. If a celebration were ever warranted, now was it. Especially since she didn’t plan to let them out of this bed today. “What did you have in mind?”

  “I think I have a bottle of whiskey around here somewhere,” Sam offered up. “I can’t think of a better reason to crack it open.”

  “Yuck, I can’t stand whiskey.” The words fell from her lips before she even realized it.

  That wasn’t like her. She never blurted out. She was always controlled. But she hadn’t even thought to stop herself. Sam and Trevor made her feel more relaxed than she’d ever been before. She should have hated it, but she didn’t. It felt good—really good.

  “What?” They both spoke almost on top of each other.

  She fought back a laugh at their startled expressions. This was going to be fun. If one little fib about her favorite drink surprised them this much, she couldn’t imagine what they’d think of all the other secrets they had yet to discover.

  “I thought you didn’t like those frilly drinks.” Trevor stared at her.

  “You said you’re a whiskey girl,” Sam added o
n.

  She tried her best to look sheepish. “I had to find a way to convince you guys to come upstairs with me.”

  “You arranged for there to be no decent drinks at the ball, so you’d have a reason to lure us away?”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe.”

  “You are a devilish little vixen.” Sam tickled her. She squealed beneath his fingers, trying to wiggle away even as she loved every second. It felt good to be silly. To laugh, and joke, and cuddle. She wasn’t the imposing Victoria Willis with them. She was just a girl. A girl in love with two amazing men.

  “I was lucky you guys never came to the Two Step. My cover would have been blown for sure.”

  “We’re going to have to keep an eye on you. That was downright sneaky.” Trevor nuzzled into her neck, placing quick kisses on the skin he found.

  “Don’t give me a reason to be sneaky again, and you won’t have to worry about it.”

  “I very much doubt that, honey.” Sam kissed her quick on the lips, just a little peck, but it was enough to have her body tingling all over. It was becoming clear she’d never have enough of these two men. And that didn’t sound like such a bad thing.

  “But we did force your hand a little, so we’ll let this one go.” His eyes hardened, sending a shiver through her. “But only this time. No more scheming. At least not on us.”

  No one had ever talked to her that harshly before. Not even her father, who like many single parents preferred to convince, bribe, and occasionally beg her to behave. But Sam wasn’t begging, or asking. He demanded. And his stern tone had a new heat flaring to life in her stomach.

  “I’ll leave you two out of my plans. But there’s no way I’m giving up my scheming altogether. It’s half the fun of living in Frostbite Falls.”

  Both men laughed.

  “That’s fine, honey.” Sam kissed her cheek, “We don’t want you to be anyone other than the Vic we love.”

  “I guess we’ll have to find a way to get used to frilly drinks.” Trevor jumped out of bed, unheeded by his nakedness, and she let herself look her fill. Why not? He was all hers now. And given the wink he offered her, he didn’t mind her gaze. “Mistletoe Mimosas all around.”

  Nothing had ever sounded better.

  THE END

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