How had I not noticed there were hardly any people left up here?
I needed to haul ass. Fast. Or I'd get stuck up here when the lifts were turned off, which happened when the winds got too high.
"Wait!" I yelled out to the lift attendants, who were packing up the signs and bollards ahead of the imminent storm. "Sorry, I got carried away and didn't notice the time." I puffed as I jogged up the few steps and scooted through the door to the empty gondola that had just arrived.
"Good timing! We're closing up soon. Wind is getting too dangerous to keep operating." The girl attendant clapped her gloves together and bounced on her toes to keep warm.
"Good luck!" I yelled back, and took my seat facing down the mountain, waiting for the doors to close and the carriage to begin its descent. Just as I'd settled in, the little bubble thumped and rocked as more passengers joined me.
Damn it, now I have to make awkward polite small talk for twenty minutes.
"Mila. I thought that was you." The deep voice jolted through me, and my eyes snapped up to meet Blaze's piercing green ones.
Of course, out of all the possible people in this entire fucking village …
"Blaze," I muttered in greeting, then nodded at his dark-haired companion, "Slade. What are you two still doing up here? Didn't you know a storm is coming?"
"Huh, so you do know my name." Blaze smirked, tilting his head to look at me curiously. "That hardly seems fair when I had to track yours down. Drex only knew you as Blitzen, which I was relatively sure wasn't right."
"I'm amazed you even remember meeting me," I remarked in a dry tone, "given how much entertainment you had lined up last night."
"Jealous, Mila?" Blaze grinned, and winked one sexy as fuck eye at me.
"Not on your life, Blaze," I growled, remembering my disgust and anger toward these wankers, and letting it override the panty-wetting lust I seemed to be overcome with whenever I was in close contact with any of the four of them.
"Did you have any more trouble last night, Mila?" Slade asked, breaking the stare down I was engaging in with his teammate, as if we were freaking teenagers.
"After you left me in my room and I locked the door?" I arched a brow at him and a small smile pulled the corner of my mouth against my better judgement. "No, I was fine. Thank you, by the way. If you and Ryder hadn't come along when you did …" A shudder ran through me as one of the many, many scenarios ran through my brain again, just as they had all damn night long.
"Hold up." Blaze grinned broadly, looking between Slade and me like the cat that had caught the fucking canary. "Slade, you didn't tell me you went into Mila's bedroom. What did you two do in there, huh?"
I rolled my eyes.
"Just because you're all walking STDs doesn't mean every girl you encounter is just gagging to drop her knickers for you. Slade just saw me back to my room in case that douche came after me."
"Two things here." Blaze raised two fingers in the air and gave me an amused look that told me he wasn't letting this go so easily. "Firstly, we're most certainly not walking STDs, thank you very much. We all get tested regularly and always, always cover our load. Secondly, Slade is just as big of a ladies man as I am so you can save that judgmental look you're wearing right now. Slade Knightbridge does not simply see a woman to her room without getting something in return." Blaze paused, his green eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Also, did you say 'knickers'? What are you, like British or something?"
"Bro, cut it out," Slade growled, making himself comfortable on the bench seat beside Blaze who was, unfortunately, directly opposite me. "It wasn't like that; Ryder was there, too."
"Oh, well then. That's less exciting than I'd thought." Blaze pouted like he'd been expecting a story of all the dirty things his buddy had done to me. As fucking if. I for one would not fall for the Kings of Snow and their womanizing ways.
"Hold up." I frowned, just clicking on what they'd said. "So what if Ryder was there too? I find it very hard to believe the Winter Wankers have never had a threesome before."
"Of course we have," Slade scowled, all dark and brooding, my attention snagging on the piece of metal through his eyebrow. "We just prefer our threesomes to be more female focused."
A grin spread across my face as I looked between the two of them, checking if they were fucking with me or not. They actually seemed genuine though …
"Well, color me surprised," I muttered under my breath, but not quietly enough.
"Are you saying you would have had a threesome with both Slade and Ryder?" Blaze prodded, looking half teasing and half … curious?
"I—" My indignant response was cut short by the gondola jolting to a stop.
For a moment, no one spoke. The carriage sat there, swinging a little as the roaring wind buffeted it, and I peered out the window to see that the whole gondola had stopped moving.
Fuck, we are really high up.
"Attention please," the little emergency radio crackled to life over Slade's head, and we all turned to look at it. "All lifts have been stopped due to exceptionally high winds, making it dangerous to continue. Please do not panic. Remain within your gondola or chairlift and do not attempt to leave. We will be back up and running as soon as these winds drop off in around ten to twenty minutes … hopefully …" The last bit was muttered as an afterthought and was probably not intended to be broadcast over the speaker as it cut off immediately after, filling the small space with deafening silence.
"So, you were saying?" Blaze prompted, snapping my attention back to his beautiful eyes.
"Huh?" I asked, confused. Heights were far from my favorite thing, and now that the gondola was at a standstill, it was all I could focus on … how high we were.
"You were about to tell us if you would've had a threesome with Ryder and Slade last night," he reminded me and I rolled my eyes again.
"Not if they were the last men on earth. But I personally find it much more fascinating that a group of guys so very well-known for their womanizing ways have never had a guy-guy-girl threesome before." I turned the tables on Blaze with a mocking grin of my own, using it to distract myself from the vivid mental picture of our gondola falling from the wire and crashing into the mountainside below.
"Why would we?" Slade answered, looking confused, and I swear, I had to hold back a laugh. "Women share us, not the other way around."
"Exactly that," Blaze nodded. "When we have as many chicks throwing themselves at us as we do, why the hell would we want to share when we don't have to?"
"Guess you've just never met the right woman then," I smirked, then kicked myself mentally. That had sounded way too much like flirting.
"You sound like you have experience in this field, Mila," Slade murmured, running his thumb over his lower lip while his gaze seemed to strip me naked.
Not one to ever outright lie, I simply shrugged in response. My own relationship history was none of these wankers' business—especially considering they were the reason that relationship had imploded. Looking around for a change of subject, my attention was drawn once more to how high up we were and my palms started sweating within my woolen gloves. Yanking them off, I stuffed them into my coat pocket and sneakily wiped my palms while they were in there.
"Can we come back to the fact that you wouldn't fuck Slade if he was the last man on earth?" Blaze snickered, and I was actually glad for the distraction.
"Yeah, I'd like to hear this one too," Slade remarked, arching his pierced eyebrow at me and making me shift nervously. God-fucking-damn my traitorous body for being turned-on right now.
"What's so hard to believe about that? Your reputation precedes you, and excuse me for having a little more dignity than to become another in the long, long line of faceless pussy you all use and then discard like toilet paper." I paused, pursing my lips. "Besides, I'm not even remotely attracted to any of you, so there's that."
It was such a barefaced lie, I actually started laughing at myself on the inside. I was so ridiculously attracted to the Wi
nter Wankers, it was insane. My whole body was flushed with heat as I sat there under their intense perusal, and when a sly smile spread across Blaze's sexy lips I knew I was in trouble.
"Oh, you're not?" He flicked a quick look at Slade, who raised his eyebrows in some sort of unspoken challenge.
Shit.
"Sure seemed like you were last night on the dance floor," he pulled his lip piercing into his mouth and played with it while he watched me. The look in his eyes was unmistakable. Unless this fucking gondola started moving again soon, I was not going to make it out with my dignity intact.
"I was drunk." I shrugged and looked out the window to avoid the two sexy as sin snowboarders who were watching me like a pair of hungry lions. Unfortunately, that only reminded me that we were trapped in a gently swaying capsule some fifty feet above a rocky snow covered ravine.
"Right." Blaze smirked, pushing off his bench seat and leaning into my personal space. One hand braced either side of my thighs on the seat and his knee bumped the inside of mine as I reflexively moved away. The smooth bastard must have anticipated that though, as he took the space and leaned closer.
I held his gaze stubbornly as his warm, minty breath feathered over my lips and he grinned down at me.
"So you want to tell me you’re completely and totally unaffected right now?" He challenged me with his eyes, then dipped his head to press a light, teasing kiss to the side of my neck. The movement forced me to tilt my face, and Slade’s burning gaze captured mine from across the small space.
"Totally," I gasped, but my stupid body betrayed me with a visible shiver. Blaze’s lips curved into a smile against my neck and I ground my teeth together.
Damn him. Them. Ugh, how is it even possible that Slade’s blue eyes are turning me on just as much as Blaze’s mouth right now?
Blaze dragged his lips up the length of my neck to my ear, then bit my lobe gently between his teeth. A lusty sigh slipped past my lips and Slade’s eyes seemed to brighten with excitement.
It was such a damn shame snowboarding clothing was so bulky, or I was sure I’d be seeing excitement in more than just his eyes.
Blaze lifted a hand off the bench seat and used his index finger to turn my face back to him. Lips barely an inch from my mouth, his rich green eyes met mine with not a single trace of joking in them.
"Tell me to stop and I will," he whispered, stroking his finger along my jaw and then cupping the back of my head, as if to pull me closer.
"Stop," I whispered back, thankfully finding my brain before my body got too damn carried away.
For a second, the silence lay thick in the carriage until it was broken by the sound of Slade snorting a laugh at his friend’s expense.
"Can’t say I was expecting that, but fair enough." Blaze pushed back and sat in his seat once more. The close confines of the gondola meant our knees were still practically touching though.
"I feel like I need to thank you, Mila." Slade grinned sharply. "Pretty sure that’s the first time a girl has ever turned him down. It’ll do his ego good to get a bit dented." He clapped Blaze on the shoulder but the ego in question had his eyes glued to my face with the most ridiculous puppy dog expression.
Despite my better judgement, I was finding it increasingly hard to maintain my anger toward the Kings of Snow. Yes, I still blamed them for the worst day of my life, but they had no idea. And really, they probably did me a favor …
Fuck. Being trapped in such a small space with these two … unnaturally gorgeous men … if nothing else it was distracting me from how high up we were.
The way Slade’s blue-green eyes had lit up when Blaze was kissing my neck … It'd been a really long time since my previous ménage relationship, and just seeing how responsive Slade had been … I’d be lying if I said my panties were still dry.
My gaze flickered back to Slade, with his chiseled jaw shaded with dark stubble, his designer hair-do and his intense blue eyes. Then to Blaze, with his smoldering, sin-filled eyes and that sexy fucking lip piercing that I wanted nothing more than to—
"Fuck it," I muttered, and before I could even breathe—let alone second-guess what was undoubtedly a stupid fucking move on my part—I was across the gondola with my lips pressed to Blaze’s.
Credit where credit was due, he recovered quicker than me and turned the tables fast. Expertly coaxing my lips apart, his tongue met mine in a fevered tangle while his huge hands gripped my waist. Never had I hated the bulk of winter clothes so much as I did right in that moment.
Relaxing into his hold, I allowed Blaze to take charge while his minty scent washed over me and left me feeling dizzy. As he kissed me, my lashes fluttered open almost of their own accord. To my delight, Slade’s gaze was glued to mine while I kissed his friend, and a long forgotten spike of excitement jolted through me.
Aw shit, Mila. This has to be one of your worst ideas. You hate these assholes, remember? My thoughts battled. Don’t I deserve a little fun? It’s not like I’m totally abandoning all my sensibilities. Just using them like they’ve probably used hundreds of women.
"What was that?" Blaze panted when I broke our kiss, and I smirked at him.
"I’m afraid of heights. You either distract me, or I'll end up in a panic attack until the gondola starts moving again." I shrugged, like I couldn’t give a shit either way. Meanwhile, my nipples were so damn hard underneath my heavy sweater, they were almost painful. On second thought, maybe the bulky winter clothing wasn't so bad after all.
"And by you," I clarified, "I mean both of you." I raised my gaze back to Slade and his brows shot up. "Unless, of course, you have a problem with sharing."
Yes, I was throwing their own words back at them. Just because I was turned-on as all fuck didn’t mean I was going to start fawning all over them like some sort of simpering idiot.
"Uh …" Blaze flicked a look at Slade that said he had no idea how to handle this question. Slade rolled his eyes at Blaze, then held out a hand to me.
Fighting a smile, I took the hand he offered and let him pull me into his lap.
"I think we can make an exception," he murmured, tucking a long black and purple lock of hair behind my ear. "Just this once." He threaded that hand through my hair and used it to pull my face down to his.
The way Slade Knightbridge kissed was totally unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It was unhurried, careful, and deliberate but with a raw passion and possessiveness that sent a ripple of excitement coursing through me. I was playing with fire, making out with these two, and I knew it.
A tentative hand settled on my waist, and I resisted the urge to laugh. Who’d have ever thought the Kings of Snow would need direction in a three-way make-out? Sadly, that was probably all this could amount to, given that the lifts could start up again at any moment. Although … it’d be fun to race the clock …
Breaking from Slade’s possessive kiss, I stayed where I was in his lap but turned my face to capture Blaze’s lips with my own. While I quickly adjusted to his hot, demanding style of kissing, my hands snaked under the heavy waterproof fabric of Slade’s snow jacket until I reached the burning hot skin of his belly. He sucked in a sharp hiss, and I guessed my fingers were pretty damn cold since I had no gloves on.
Shifting my weight so that I straddled Slade, I kept my lips engaged with Blaze. Thankfully, he was a quick learner and slipped his hands beneath my own woolen clothing, grasping my breast through the thin lace of my bra as I moaned appreciatively.
My hands made quick work of Slade’s snowboard pants, and within moments I had his hot, hard length in my palms while his lips sucked and bit at the side of my neck.
"Fuck, Mila," he groaned as my hand began to move up and down his shaft.
"Oh shit," Blaze muttered, having pulled back from our kiss at the sound of his buddy’s voice. His attention was sharp on my hand as I lazily jacked another man off in front of him.
"Problem, Blaze?" I asked, like the cheeky shit I was. My voice was breathy and thick with lust, so I re
ally hoped there wasn’t a problem here. I had zero intention of ever repeating this liaison so wanted it to end in a satisfying way.
Blaze shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes from Slade’s dick in my hand for a second until his teammate reached up and cuffed him in the head to snap him out of it.
"If there’s no problem, then what are you doing gaping?" Slade growled, then sucked a sharp breath as my hand tightened around his shaft.
"Good point," Blaze replied, snapping out of his daze and recapturing my mouth. This time he kissed with a passion that made me worry we were going to set the whole damn gondola on fire. His hand slipped from my breast down my belly to the waistband of my jeans, and I gave a slight arch of my hips to encourage him to continue.
With a growled curse, Blaze pulled back from our kiss and pushed Slade’s shoulder so that he turned ninety degrees on the bench seat, hooking a knee up and allowing Blaze access to press his chest to my back. Reaching around from this new position it was almost laughable how easily he flicked open the fly on my jeans and slipped an inked up hand inside.
An over-sexualized noise sighed out of me, and I dropped my head back onto Blaze’s chest while his fingers found my already wet and aching pussy. He danced around the edges for a moment, deliberately teasing me before sinking two fingers inside, all the way to the knuckles. I moaned with the sudden intrusion, and my fingers tightened around Slade’s cock. While I was more than ready for it, I also hadn’t had any sort of sexual contact in quite some time.
"Holy shit, you’re tight," Blaze murmured with his lips against my ear, and I stifled the urge to laugh. No shit.
"Mila, babe …" Slade groaned, and I put my hand back into motion. Lazily, I stroked up and down his shaft while Blaze’s fingers pumped in and out of me. His fingertips just managed to brush the edge of my G-spot each time and it was driving me freaking wild.
With flawless synchronization, Slade’s hands slid inside my top to grasp my breasts, while Blaze’s other arm wrapped around my waist, his hand sliding inside my jeans to tease at my clit.
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