by Jayne Rylon
“Thank you,” she said to Kate.
“Anytime.”
6
“How’d we get stuck with this job?” James grumbled as he trudged through the knee-deep snow in his cold-weather gear, which was better suited for looking hot than for actually staying warm. “Dave is practically a lumberjack, for God’s sake. He should be the one out here swinging an axe and felling trees.”
“You know his leg wouldn’t like hiking out here for long. It would stiffen up in the cold.” Devon patted him on the butt. “And I’m not settling for some less-than-perfect tree from the fringes of the forest.”
“No kidding. We’ve been walking for almost an hour. What if we get lost out here?” He gestured to the woods surrounding them, despite the fact that they all had GPS on their phones and compasses in their backpacks.
Neil rolled his eyes at James’s dramatic streak.
“I’ll let you eat me to stay alive.” Devon winked at them.
“Now, that doesn’t sound so bad.” Neil dropped the rope attached to the sled he was dragging behind them and tackled her, turning so that she landed on top of him in a snow bank.
Laughing, they wrestled until the last thing he was, was cold. Stiff, though… Well, he was getting there. Not much of a shock since he spent most of his life hard and lusting after his mates.
“Ah, fine. Be all cute and happy and shit.” James retired his bad attitude in favor of piling on top of them. He landed loud, smacking kisses on both their cheeks until they dissolved into a fit of laughter.
When they’d caught their breath, and defrosted some, Neil began to look around.
“Do you see what I see?” he asked as he pointed across the clearing.
James broke into the Christmas carol, dancing his way over to the spot where a single ray of light pierced the clouds and shone onto the perfect motherfucking tree.
Neil got to his feet and held his hand out to Devon.
“That’s the one.” She squealed, then clapped her hands and charged toward it like a bunny bounding through the snow. He followed behind at a steadier pace, hauling the sled and their gear with him. As he approached, he realized the tree was bigger than he’d originally thought.
“How tall do you think it is?” Neil asked, scratching his chin as he eyed the top of the tree.
“Don’t worry. It’ll fit.” Devon waved him off.
James couldn’t help himself. “That’s what she said.”
“Don’t you mean that’s what he said?” She poked him in the ribs. Everyone knew James didn’t let a good dick go to waste.
Their teasing devolved into chasing, which resulted in the two of them crashing through the bottom branches of the tree. They disappeared in a puff of snow.
“Are you guys okay?” Neil lifted a bough to peer at the place they’d tumbled into. It was surprisingly cozy out of the wind and flurries. James and Devon sat near the trunk of the tree, peeking around their makeshift fort.
“Wow, I feel like we found a secret room in the forest,” she whispered, as if she might break some kind of spell if they were heard.
Except there wasn’t anyone around for miles.
Neil looked from her awed expression to James, who perched on a thick pad of dry pine needles behind Devon. He was grinning. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Exactly how long does it take to get frostbite if your dick is exposed to the air in here?” Neil wondered.
“That is what I was thinking, yes.” James was already reaching for his zipper.
“And suddenly you love hunting for Christmas trees.” Neil chuckled.
“Nobody told me there would be outdoor sex.” He shrugged. “It’s been at least three months since we’ve done that.”
“As fun as this is, we’re going to have to be quick.” Devon shivered as she started ditching her boots and insulated pants. Wisely, she left her jacket, gloves, and scarf on. “You two always keep me hot, but I don’t want anyone’s dick turning black and falling off. That’s a hard stop.”
“You first, James.” Neil yanked his lover’s pants to his knees, then pointed to the ground. “Lay on your back, let her ride you.”
When Devon swung her leg over James’s hips to straddle him, Neil stopped her. “Not that way. Reverse.”
He had no intentions of leaving her exposed.
She hummed when she realized what he intended. Bracing her palms behind her on James’s chest, she spread her legs wide. Neil crawled between them and licked the entire length of her slit.
Devon cried out, “Hurry, James! Hurry.”
Neil was still bundling Devon’s bared legs in his scarf, covering as much of her as possible when James got himself hard enough to penetrate the tight muscles of her pussy. She squealed when he jabbed up into her with less finesse than usual. Not in pain, but in shock.
“Wow, James. You really do like this, huh?” She didn’t have time to sass them anymore because Neil went on the offensive. He trapped Devon between James’s cock and his own mouth, which got to work blowing hot breath over her soft flesh before devouring her outright.
“She likes that,” James told Neil. “She’s hugging me so hard.”
“Mmm.” Devon moaned her agreement.
Neil reached up to hold James’s hand. “You’d better concentrate on yourself for a minute. Don’t hold back, you hear me? The faster you come, the happier you’ll make me. Understand?”
“Yes.” James’s voice sounded raspier by the second.
Neil felt a little selfish for his coaching. After all, the instant James finished, they were going to switch places, and his cock was eager to be smothered in Devon’s warmth.
Neither one of his partners seemed to mind, though.
Devon got busy, working James as hard as he was doing to her. She loved riding him, especially outdoors, it seemed. Neil matched the tempo of his licks around her clit to the pumping of her hips. His mouth wandered to the spot where she and James were joined, kissing James’s shaft and running his tongue around the seam between them before returning to Devon’s clit.
He only sucked her a few times before she quaked. Neil lifted his mouth just enough to command, “That’s it. Come on him. Take him with you.”
With that, he sucked harder, just the way she liked it.
Devon screamed, startling birds in the top of the tree into taking flight. He watched the involuntary flexing of her pussy around James’s cock and couldn’t wait to feel it for himself.
James gripped her hips, holding her tightly to his pelvis. His balls drew up to his body and pulsed as they emptied into Devon.
While normally he’d have given them time to recover and built their passion up from the embers of such a powerful orgasm, Neil didn’t hesitate.
He got on his back next to James, yanked his pants down just enough to bare his cock, then lifted Devon onto it. She groaned as he took James’s place within her, using their mingled fluids to ease his way.
It took a couple seconds for James to button back up, but before long he was there, using his masterful oral abilities to make sure Devon enjoyed herself as much as Neil was about to. She got aggressive with James, yanking him into place even as Neil thrust upward into her still-undulating channel.
He’d bet James came a little more in his pants when she treated him roughly.
The thought alone only served to arouse him further, making him fuck her harder. It was a glorious cycle of unending pleasure that he planned to enjoy for the rest of his life. Or at least the next two minutes of it.
Devon grunted as she worked herself low onto his cock then up again as she rode James’s mouth every bit as fiercely. Neil wished he could see the expression on his husband’s face as he lapped at Devon’s messy pussy.
Imagining it had him poised on the brink of rapture.
“What happened to ‘don’t hold back’?” James asked a moment before he diverted from Devon to suck on Neil’s balls.
That was all it took.
Neil groaned. His head thrashed on the bed of pine needles. And just as he felt the first rush of come flying from his cock, Devon joined him.
Whatever James did to her must have felt equally as good as what he’d done to Neil. She tensed all over, then exploded in a flurry of motion and carnal sounds he wouldn’t soon forget.
They shattered together, aided by the warm wetness of James’s tongue lashing them both. Even after they’d finished coming, he kept licking, cleaning them both and enjoying the taste of the three of them together.
Only when he’d been fully satisfied did he withdraw, his face glistening until he wiped it on his sleeve, grinning down at Neil. “Is this what you meant the other day when you promised I’d get everything I ever wanted under the tree?”
“Not exactly, but I guess I’m smarter than I thought.” He didn’t waste any time tucking himself back into his snow pants.
“Damn straight, since you picked us to spend the rest of your life with.” Devon patted his cheek with her mitten before bundling herself back up and stomping her feet into her boots.
“Want to know the only bad thing about having sex in the forest before chopping down a Christmas tree?” James asked Neil.
The other guy grinned. “I don’t think there is anything bad about that.”
“Except now we’ve got to get to work and all I want to do is curl up and sleep in front of a fire after downing a big mug of hot chocolate.” James patted his stomach.
Neil groaned. “Damn, that does sound good.”
While they were bitching, Devon crawled out from beneath the tree. She’d already returned, axe in hand, by the time they’d finished lamenting their fate.
“Get out of my way, boys. I have all the energy in the world right now. Besides, the sooner we cut this bitch down, the sooner we can get home and finish this the right way.” She didn’t hesitate. Petite enough to manage a full motion despite the short space, she swung the axe in smooth, graceful arcs. The blade bit into the trunk of the tree, sending chips flying.
Neil and James stood shoulder-to-shoulder and admired her chopping the shit out of the tree. Strong, sexy women did it for them both.
Oh yeah, they were going to make record time hauling this thing back to the resort.
It wasn’t long before Devon called, “Timber!”
They bundled up the tree and lashed it to the sled. James hopped on top and straddled the thing like it was a bucking bronco. He snapped an invisible whip at them. “Mush!”
Neil and Devon looped the rope around their chests, then leaned into it. It took a few tries and some shoving from the rear, but once they got the sled going, it wasn’t hard to maintain their progress, even with James on top of the slightly oversized tree.
While they did the hard work, he began to serenade them. “Jingle balls, jingle balls—”
“Not again.” Neil stared up at the sky as pure white flakes drifted down onto his upturned face.
“But Devon didn’t get to hear my masterpiece last time…” James started over from the beginning, refusing to let anyone squash his cheer.
Devon began to skip in time to the beat as they pulled the sled, the tree, and James, laughing all the way.
7
“I’m so glad you decided to come into town with me,” Kayla said as she peeked over at Dave from the passenger side of the 1934 Ford Model A truck the Hot Rods had modified and gifted to him after his accident. He still loved the thing. Though he didn’t plan to admit it, the hand controls were a welcome break for his leg, even now.
“You know I love you because I even enjoy shopping with you,” he teased her. “You can pay me back later for all the packages I’m about to carry for you.”
“Oh, I plan to.” Kayla grinned as she shot him a look scorching enough to fog up the windshield.
“I meant by giving me a massage after walking around on hard pavement and concrete store floors for hours, but…hey, whatever you’re thinking works too.” He chuckled when she blushed. “So where exactly am I going?”
“You can pull into the lot behind Roe Brother’s.”
“You’re taking me to a hardware store?” He shot her a wide-eyed glance. “Now we’re talking.”
“Well, no. Sorry. You have enough tools at home.”
“You’ve never complained about my tool before, baby.”
She laughed at that and squeezed his knee, careful not to hit any of the places that caused him pain.
“But I guess that makes sense, since it’s not like you’re going to be shopping for my gift when I’m with you.” He shrugged. Maybe they could swing through on their way home. Not that he really needed anything, but it never hurt to browse or soak in the smell of a solid old hardware store. You never knew what useful treasure you were going to find in there.
“Okay, so…actually…” Kayla sputtered, toying with her lip ring. It was a habit she often fell into when she was searching for the right way to say something.
Dave pulled into an empty spot, then turned to look at his gorgeous, tattooed, and pierced wife. She might not be traditionally beautiful, but she was the most incredible woman he’d ever seen. Exotic, unique, and colorful. Even her hair was dyed in rainbow streaks at the moment. He adjusted his cock in his jeans, wondering how bad it would be if they got caught making out like reckless teenagers in the hardware store lot. The old man who owned the place, Albert, would probably never let him live it down. He didn’t care.
“What I mean…”
What was she up to? “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. I just hope you don’t freak out.”
“I’m not really the kind of man who flies off the handle, am I?” He’d learned early that he came off a little too much like the Hulk if he lost his temper. He was too big and tall for raging. “I’m more the broody type.”
Kayla choked at that, then she nodded. “Right. So, I made an appointment for you to get your first tattoo. Merry Christmas.”
“I’m getting a tattoo?” He tipped his head as if that would help him see her point better. “You know I love your ink and all our piercings, but I’ve never…”
Except that one time he’d mentioned his crazy idea recently, after a few too many drinks with the rest of the crew.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t remember or that maybe you weren’t serious.” She deflated, her shoulders slumping.
“No, I do.” He rubbed his leg. “It’s just that… Did they say it would be okay? Over scar tissue?”
“They wanted you to come in so they can look at it in person before they make a final determination, but I showed them pictures. They think they can pull it off. Especially since your design sort of works with the damage instead of trying to fight it.” Kayla smiled softly. “I just want you to know I’m not doing this because I don’t like the way your leg looks now. I love all of you. But if it makes you less self conscious about it, then I think you should go for it.”
“Let’s do it.” He flung open his door and started marching, as much as he could with his limp, toward the back door of the tattoo parlor next to the hardware store. It was where his wife got all her work done. He’d admired the artists’ skills up close on many occasions. They were geniuses at what they did.
He should trust them. And his wife.
Maybe his gut instincts had been right on this one.
It was time to take another step on the road to recovery. This one more mental than physical, but progress just the same.
It took more than an hour to do a full consult, trace the area of his leg he wanted to cover, and come up with a plan that would work given the unique situation. The entire time, no one flinched or gasped or—worst of all—sent him pitying stares after looking at the damage. That alone made Dave feel better. Hell, maybe he’d buy a pair of shorts on the way home. It had been years since he’d worn anything but jeans or sweatpants in public.
Thank god the pair he had on today were loose and wide at the bottom or he’d have been sitting around here bare-assed.
Not that he minded after living at a naturist resort, but the other customers might not appreciate his lack of modesty.
“Get comfy. This is going to take a while,” the artist said as Dave settled onto the table.
The guy drew on latex gloves that only reminded Dave of the nurses at the hospital and rehab facility. Not what he needed to think about right then. The buzz of the tattoo gun had him shifting in his seat. Kayla reached out, taking his hand in hers.
Funny, since he’d done the same for her during numerous sessions before.
“I’ll draw a line with no ink first, right here in the worst part.” The artist jerked his chin toward the gnarly bit of melted flesh just above Dave’s knee. “If it’s unbearable, let me know. Every scar is different and there’s no shame in telling me if it’s not going to work for you after all.”
Dave nodded. He braced himself, remembering the agony he’d endured in the months after his accident. But when the needle sank into his skin, he hardly noticed. In fact, the sensation paired with the vibration kind of felt good. He squirmed a bit on the table, wondering if he’d be able to hide it if he got hard. Either way, he’d have to be still when it came to the real thing or he’d end up with shaky lines, and no one wanted that.
Kayla leveled a wicked grin at him. Had it turned her on to get her own tattoos? No wonder she loved them so much. It was a rush. Endorphins flooded Dave’s system, helping him make it through the nearly eight-hour session.
“That’s it. We’re done.” The artist evaluated his work as he wiped the area with some kind of glistening goop, cleaning away the last of the ink and blood. “Go take a look in the mirror and then I’m going to snap a few pictures if you don’t mind. I think this might be my favorite piece I’ve ever done.”
Dave looked down at his leg, speechless.
“Do you love it?” Kayla asked.
The artist looked at him too, waiting for his reaction.
They helped him off the table. He flung an arm around Kayla’s shoulders, not afraid to lean on her after sitting still for so long. His leg had stiffened up, but he didn’t even remember to feel self-conscious about that when he spied the artwork hugging his leg in the full-length mirror he stopped in front of.
