Hot Toddy [Frostbite Falls Christmas 2]

by Willa Edwards

  With one word she set every nerve in his body on fire, calming the riot of fear in his stomach. The word was barely more than a squeak, but that was all he needed. Just the simple, “Okay.”

  Chapter Four

  Chase cradled her close as he ran to his bedroom like his ass was on fire. On fire for her.

  They hadn’t discussed where they would bring Lydia, so he pulled rank. It didn’t matter. But Chase would be lying if he said he didn’t like the idea of having Lydia in his bed. Her scent on his sheets. Her hair spread across his pillow.

  They’d figure out a more permanent situation later.

  Lydia curled into him, reminding him of a stray kitten desperate for love. Her arms wrapped around his neck holding him close, her face buried in his neck. She was so in need of affection. She deserved so much more than she’d been given. More than she’d accepted. When she was theirs, they’d help her work on that. No way his girl would accept bargain basement surplus anymore. She deserved the best and she was getting it. End of story.

  Her warm body rubbed against his. Her soft breasts brushed across his chest, and he fought back a groan as his cock throbbed. He still couldn’t believe any man had told Lydia she was cold. There was nothing cold about Lydia. She was all warm sweetness, like hot fudge. Every inch of her focused on everyone around her, trying to make them feel comfortable, in a way he doubted she ever did. Once she was completely theirs, it would be his life’s mission to show her how special she was until she never doubted herself again.

  He had a feeling he knew the asshole that had said it. He’d sold him the damn security system for the ranch. That was back when Lydia had still been engaged to the jerk. Chase had only bought the system from the dickwad because he thought it would help Lydia, somehow. That he’d treated her so badly had Chase fighting the urge to yank the system out of the ground so he could buy another one from someone else.

  Inside his bedroom door, he lowered her to the ground. Her bare feet met the ground, having lost her shoes somewhere around the dining room. But he didn’t release his hold around her, keeping her warm body pressed against his. Needing the feel of her next to him to make sure she was really there.

  “I don’t know what that idiot was thinking.” He placed his lips on her neck, and only sweetness met his mouth, like she bathed in sugar. A little noise fluttered from the base of her throat. Not exactly a moan but getting a lot closer. He’d have her moaning soon enough. If he had his way, she’d whimper with pleasure so many times she’d never question how hot she was ever again. And if she did, he’d be right there to tell her the truth.

  The door clicked shut, and he glanced up to see Kyle watching them from a foot away. His hungry eyes focused on the gorgeous woman in Chase’s arms. The woman they were determined to make theirs.

  “I agree, sweetheart.” Kyle walked the remaining steps to Lydia. She jumped a bit at the sound of his voice, as if she were surprised he was there, though Chase wasn’t sure why. They’d been very clear about wanting her together. Luckily, Chase’s strong hold around her waist kept her from squirming too far away. “I don’t see anything cold at all.”

  He kissed her neck as Kyle found the zipper of her dress and yanked it down. The hiss of the teeth parting sang through the air and right into his blood, jittering through his body like he’d drunk fifteen cups of coffee in one sitting. A responding shiver ran down her spine, right below his fingers.

  Her warm body snuggled up against him. All softness and fragrant and female. “No way. There isn’t anything cold about you, honey.” Not a damn thing he could see.

  A startled gasp escaped her lips, as Kyle brushed his fingers beneath the thin straps of her dress and pushed them from her shoulders. Without the support, the dress fell to a puddle around her ankles, leaving her standing in only her white lacy bra and panties. Simple and perfectly Lydia. Her breasts almost expelled from her bra. One pink nipple edged out of the cup, sending a flame of lust to his aching cock.

  He traced a finger along the cup, loving the way her pale skin flushed a pretty pink beneath his touch. She was so responsive, and she didn’t even realize it. All molten lava underneath, waiting for the right man to tap it. “Nope, all I feel is warm.” He shoved the fabric down, exposing the light pink nipple to the air. It puckered immediately, and his whole body surged forward, needing to be closer. He gusted a breath across the tight bead, teasing her with the almost touch of her breath. “No, you’re more than warm. You’re fucking hot, honey.”

  “Chase.” She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging him a fraction closer to her plump breast. His cock responded, hardening to almost painful proportions against his zipper. It hurt, but not anywhere near as much as keeping his mouth off her.

  “See what I mean,” Chase whispered against her skin, turning his cheek to brush his evening stubble against her breast. Her breath shuddered beneath the touch. “That’s not the reaction of someone cold.” But it was the reaction that had him hard as fucking steel. Everything she did set him flaming higher, and she had no idea. Which only made it more spectacular.

  “No way does a cold woman react like that.” Kyle’s lips found the edge of her ear and nibbled on it. His hands slipped around her rib cage, holding her steady. Chase took the hint and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  She whimpered beneath the touch. Her hands fisted in his hair. Her back arched, pushing her breast closer to his mouth, and he took full advantage, sucking more of her flesh between his lips. No matter what she might think. No matter what that asshole told her. There was nothing frigid about her reactions to them. Not a damn thing.

  “You have such beautiful breasts, sweetheart,” Kyle whispered against her throat, pressing long kisses to the column. He unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts to the cool room air. With a little teamwork, they negotiated the lingerie off her arms, tossing it in the neighborhood of her dress. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

  She nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip. He’d never met a woman before who could look so sweet and innocent while she was being pleasured. She was the most amazing combination of innocent and wanton, and all he wanted was to bring more out of her. To bring out the real Lydia, buried beneath insecurity and consideration, to the surface.

  White fluttered in the corner of his eye as his brother removed his shirt and tossed it aside. Kyle had always been the more determined of the two of them. It didn’t surprise Chase he wanted to get naked and down to business as fast as possible. Not that Chase blamed him. Now that he had one taste of Lydia, he only wanted more.

  “How are you doing, sweetheart?” Kyle traced his fingers over her arms. Little shivers raced across her skin and quivered beneath Chase’s lips. He’d never get over how he felt each effect of his brother’s touches. Like they were different ends of a powerful circuit. “Think you can handle more? Because I know I want more, sweetheart. I want so much more tonight,” He nibbled her neck as he grasped her other breast in his large hand. “I want all you’ll give us, and then tomorrow I’ll ask for a second round.”

  “Yes,” Lydia moaned and threw her head back on Kyle’s shoulder as he wrapped his hand around her breast and kneaded the flesh. They worked as a team, tasting and torturing her soft breasts in tandem. Chase sucked on one nipple until she panted. Then Kyle would pinch the other one, soothing the sting with a brush of his palm against her sweet flesh, until she was quivering between them.

  They functioned better together than Chase might have anticipated. And if the look on Lydia’s face said anything, they were more than accomplishing the job. This threesome thing was looking like a better idea with each passing minute. Between the two of them, he was sure they could eliminate that scared doe look from her face for good.

  That’s if his dick didn’t break in half from blood overflow.

  Kyle caught his eye, lifting one eyebrow and glancing downward. Chase picked up Kyle’s meaning. Though it wasn’t hard, considering his thoughts ran in the same direction. He nodded, all too
happy to comply.

  Stroking his fingers over her ribs to her hips, Chase traced her hourglass figure. He loved all her curves. They weren’t the most generous in town, but in proportion they were perfect. And more importantly they were on her. Though if he had anything to say about it they’d put a few more on her. Neither he nor Kyle were great cooks, but given a little work and observation, he was confident they could figure it out.

  He continued to suck on her nipple as he found the edge of her underwear. She drew in a deep breath as his fingers pushed beneath the lacy barrier, but she didn’t push away, which he took as a good sign.

  He dropped his lips from her breasts, blazing a trail of kisses over her sternum and across her stomach. He grabbed the lace on either side of her hips and tugged them down her legs. Goose bumps broke out across her skin, and he stroked her pimpled flesh. A little tremor worked through her muscles.

  “You have some gorgeous breasts, honey, but nothing compared to this ass.” Chase grabbed the fleshy mounds of her butt and kneaded them gently, loving the way she pushed back into his hold almost instinctually.

  “I don’t know.” Her eyes dipped, but she didn’t squirm away. The fight between her mind and her body painted across her face. Or more likely the battle between what she’d been told and her natural reactions.

  Chase swallowed hard, repressing the growl that wanted to rip from his throat toward that asshole she’d been engaged to. He wasn’t looking forward to his next interaction with the man. It would take all his strength not to punch his fucking lights out on sight. Now that he had learned just how much damage that creep had done to her self-esteem, he wanted to knock him out more than he had any other person in his life.

  Though it helped that Lydia was now in their home. That definitely calmed some of his anger.

  “We know, sweetheart.” Kyle brushed the hair back from her face, tucking a few strands behind her ear. “Every part of you is beautiful. And I can’t wait to explore them all.” Kyle sucked on her neck as his other hand cupped her forgotten breast.

  She clutched hard to Chase’s shoulders, holding on to him as if she needed the support to stay upright. Which he liked, probably a little too much. He wanted to be her rock, to be her support. It was a position he didn’t plan to give up anytime soon.

  The easiest way to maintain his position was to keep her off balance. To keep her shaking between them so hard she had to hold on. Given that she’d more than enjoy the experience, he didn’t figure she’d mind too much.

  Placing a few more open mouth kisses against her skin, he coasted his fingers down her hip and between her thighs. Her pussy was so soft and wet his whole body clenched at the first brush against his fingers. His dick hardened a little more. His body burnt to be inside the warm, snug heaven. Soon. Very soon. He brushed her clit, and she gasped, clenching his shoulders a little harder. Damn, he loved the soft breathy sound. And the way her legs opened a little further to let him in.

  “Isn’t that a gorgeous sight?” Kyle licked across the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “I can’t wait until it’s my turn.”

  A deep throaty moan issued from her, the kind of sound he’d dreamed about hearing. Deep, husky, and demanding. With a little work, they’d wake the sexy beast inside her. They’d create a monster if she let them, and he’d never feel a moment of regret.

  Chase withdrew his finger from her cunt, staring up into her gorgeous eyes as he lifted the digit to his lips and licked. He threw his head back and moaned at the taste of her on his skin. “I always thought she smelled sweet, but she tastes good, too.” Chase offered his brother a big grin. “Sweet and sugary, like licking frosting.”

  “I use a vanilla lotion at night.” Her voice wobbled around each word, sending another spike of need shooting through his system.

  He would have laughed at her comment if all the blood that normally filled the sense of humor part of his brain wasn’t currently in his cock. “That’s why you always smell so intoxicating.” Chase sniffed deep, bringing that syrupy smell into his lungs along with the musk of her arousal. “I’ve always wondered.”

  He couldn’t count how many times he’d lain in bed dreaming about that smell. Wondering where that sweetness came from, and how many delicious places he could find it. Behind her knees? On her neck? Between her breasts?

  Her lips pursed together as if she had a question, but if she planned to ask it, the notion evaporated when his brother pinched her nipples a little harder. She threw her head back, whimpering beneath the touch. Returning to her pussy, Chase pushed a finger inside her, joining in on the fun. She gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders, but she didn’t pull away, which he took as a good sign.

  Slowly, he thrust in and out of her, moving in tiny increments, giving her time to acclimate even though every cell in his body urged him to fuck her now. To take her hard and fast until she screamed in his arms. His cock throbbed with the idea. His balls burned at the warm wet clutch of her pussy around his finger. He could imagine how it would feel driving inside her. All her tight muscles cradled his cock. The way she’d scream as he thrust deep.

  More than being inside her, he wanted to make her come. To see her body shake as bliss exploded through her. Offering her the pleasure she deserved but clearly hadn’t received enough. Considering she deserved to come every hour on the hour, it was a safe bet she hadn’t received that from any man. He doubted between the two of them they could fill the gap, but he was willing to try.

  He thrust his fingers a little faster, gifting her with a swipe across her clit with each withdrawal. Her breathing increased. Her thigh muscles quivered around his hand. He tightened his other hand on her hip, lending her some strength as her muscles trembled. His chest constricted at the effect he had on her. Or the effect the two of them had on her. As Kyle continued to pluck and pinch her nipples until they were red and swollen.

  When she spread her legs a little wider, he had the sign he’d been looking for. He pressed a second finger inside her and she moaned at the increased fullness. He pressed on her clit and her body shuddered. She clutched at his shoulders as she rode his fingers.

  “Do you like that, sweetheart?” Kyle whispered to her as he wrapped another arm around her waist, holding her up as even more of her muscles started to shake.

  Her only response was a shaky nod before she let out a long, low moan. Though he would have liked to hear her scream out both their names, billowing them to the rafters with her passion, he understood that wasn’t in her nature. Certainly not yet. But it gave him a goal to strive for.

  Her pussy clenched hard around his finger. Her nails dug into his shoulder as the pleasure inside her started to crest. Her hips bucked against his fingers as he did his best to keep his thumb on her clit, rubbing in circles through each contraction, lengthening the orgasm as long as he could. When she slumped against Kyle, her breath rasping, Chase slipped his fingers from inside her.

  She looked so beautiful, her whole body flushed a pretty pink color. She blinked down at him, glazed with pleasure. Feeling her quiver in his arms pushed him to the edge of his control. He needed her. After nine long months of wanting and wishing and waiting, he’d reached the end of his patience. Every inch of his body flamed, and there was only one way to put out the fire. Lydia.

  * * * *

  Taking deep even breaths, Lydia tried to regain her senses. She’d never experienced anything like that before. The pleasure raced through her was so hot she worried she might spontaneously combust. Being with Jason certainly had not been like that. Not even close.

  She almost stumbled when Chase shifted away. His eyes never left her, as he jerked his shirt off, exposing his broad shoulders and sculpted chest. The body of a man who spent his life working with his hands, tending his land. Her fingers tingled to touch all those strong muscles.

  The sight of his naked torso eliminated any semblance of composure she’d managed to reclaim. Around these two, she had a feeling any attempts to regain an equi
librium would be in vain.

  “Are you all right, sweetheart?” Kyle’s warm breath gusted across her ear. His warm naked back heated her backside.

  All right wasn’t the words she would use. Amazing, overwhelmed, fantastic, all sounded closer to the truth. But she only nodded. Right now that was the best she could manage.

  “That’s good.” A curl of amusement rang through his words. At a different time she would have loved to tease him back. But right now, her mind was too muddled to joke about anything.

  Especially once Chase tugged his belt from his pant loops, before unzipping and dropping his trousers to the ground in one smooth motion. Leaving him before her in only his tighty-whiteys.

  “We like our girl to be all right.” Chase’s eyes flashed with hunger as he stepped closer to her. “But I think we can do better.” He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up in one fell swoop.

  “Why do you keep picking me up?” It was becoming a serious habit with him. And even worse, she was enjoying it. A lot.

  “Because I like to.” He dropped her on the bed. She giggled a little as she bounced across the surface. “And it’s the fastest way to get you where I want you.”

  She didn’t have a second to consider a response, before he was on top of her, kissing her so soundly she could hardly breathe. He licked and sucked at her lips until she opened for him. His tongue tangled with hers as he moaned into her mouth.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The nip of his teeth against her lip sent her spinning. Each brush of his body against hers shook through her and settled deep in her stomach. She could get used to this. To them.

  With a hard grip on her thighs, he rolled over, yanking her on top of him. The hard muscles of his thighs and abdomen rubbed against her body, sending quivers out to the tip of her little toe. Especially where those ridged muscles brushed across her damp pussy. The brush against her sensitive skin tingled through her whole body.