by Lucy Smoke
I bolted over and slapped his hand away, grabbing it before he could go in for another grab. “But only if you don’t touch my Jack again. This is mine, get your own!”
I took a victory swig and plopped down on the edge of the couch, happy to have won at least one battle today.
5
“A Quick Taste”
The next day, the guys decided since I agreed to do the show, it was best to go ahead and get my costume together. They figured if I got used to dancing in it now while practicing with them, then maybe I wouldn’t feel as exposed come showtime. I was a bit worried about what exactly they had in mind to put me in, so I continually repeated over and over to myself that I’d only have to show cleavage and legs.
I felt a little better when they informed me that only Ezra would accompany me, while Tobi and Jasper went to speak with the owner of the venue, where the show would be take place. This meant we were going into the city.
I hadn’t gone to the more populated area of Telluride in a while, so I was kind of excited. I used to go almost every weekend with Sara during our party years, but those times were long over. Between my reclusiveness and her new baby, we just didn’t feel the need anymore. She had stepped up in her adulting, while I leapt like thirty years forward into life. I was basically an old person with how little I did anymore, and I’d only be twenty-eight come February. Maybe doing this with the guys would bring me back to myself a little and make me realize it was okay to still go a little wild.
The drive from the cabin to the city was about thirty minutes tops, but with the snow gathering higher, it took a bit longer. I had been a bit intimidated by Tobi’s monster of a truck and worried I wasn’t going to be able to hop in. Thankfully, we all decided to take separate vehicles. Ezra and I took mine, while Tobi and Jasper took their truck. Ezra took my keys from me and offered to drive, since I had no idea where we were going. I wasn’t thrilled about someone else driving, but he looked like he’d be the safest driver out of the three.
“So, why stay at the cabin if you guys are actually from here?” I asked Ezra as we reached the city. The question had been on my mind and I’d been waiting to get the details on why they bothered to stay there when they obviously had money to live somewhere much nicer.
“The commute back and forth just seemed like a waste,” Ezra explained as he drove. “We have to get the changes done on the cabin before the end of December and get ready for this show all at once, so adding in all that drive time just seemed ridiculous.” He paused and gave me a devilish smile. “Besides, we wouldn’t have gotten to spend so much time with you had we not. So, I for one am thankful these roads are harder to drive through.”
I didn’t know which melted faster after that; my panties or my heart. I wasn’t used to feeling so hot and bothered or being flirted with, so my body was a little confused on what the hell to do. Maybe both at this point.
“So, Jasper. He really has no shame in his flirtations, does he?”
Ezra smiled and shook his head. “No, he does not. But, Jasper means well. I’ve never seen him this bad before. Usually its cheesy one liners that are completely obvious and that’s about it. With you, he pulls out all the stops.”
That actually surprised me. I figured him to be the always flirting type to pretty much any woman he thought was attractive.
“Really? Why does he take it so much further with me?” It was kind of strange talking about Jasper’s attraction to me with Ezra. Especially because I was attracted to all of them and was pretty sure Ezra and Tobi felt about the same as Jasper did.
“You are unlike any woman we’ve met. You’re strong and resourceful. You don’t take any shit and you have no idea who the hell we are. Add in that you’re the best-looking woman we’ve seen in a long time, and you’re pretty much stuck with us. Jasper won’t stop flirting now, and I don’t think me or Tobi are backing down anytime soon either.”
Yet again, I was taken back. I surmised they all were attracted to me, since they begged so hard for me to be in the show, but they also seemed so casual about being mutually attracted to me. Was it possible these guys have shared women before? They seemed the types from how close they were to each other. There were never jealous looks or any trying to one up the other. They just went with it and didn’t care that the others did too.
I mulled it all over as Ezra gave me directions to wherever he planned to get my outfit, occasionally peeking out of the corner of my eye at him.
Ezra had this sweetness to him that you didn’t find very often. He gave off the vibe that he was always honest about everything. I never actually felt like I was a stranger with him. I relaxed around him a little more than I did the other two. He even looked sweet; well, when he was clothed. Then he was sexy.
But looking at him now as he drove, he radiated warmth and friendliness. His long sleeve, light blue sweater complimented his smiling eyes. He wore jeans with holes at the knees and light blue converse that matched his shirt. His white hoodie didn’t have a single stain on it. His appearance was always well kept and light. His lips always set in a happy expression.
I admired Ezra. I wished I could be as light and happy as he was all the time.
“You’re doing an awful lot of thinking and staring over there, Low.”
I snapped my eyes up to his eyes, realizing I probably looked like I was staring at somewhere other than the holes in his jeans. Whoops.
“Just wondering if your knees were cold. That’s all,” I replied casually.
He barked out a laugh. “Yeah, I bet that’s what you were thinking. You’re as bad as Jasper.”
I shrugged, neither confirming or denying that he was right. I couldn’t help that even the sweet looking side of Ezra turned me on. I surprisingly wasn’t embarrassed that he caught me eye screwing him. I decided to change the subject and ask something that had been on my mind.
“You guys mentioned foster care. I don’t mean to pry, but how’d you all end up there?” It seemed easier to ask Ezra this, since he seemed the most forthcoming. I also hadn’t wanted to ask them all at the same time. I was a chicken like that.
“Their stories they’ll have to tell you. But for me, it was after I lost my parents.”
“Shit. I’m so sorry. I know how that feels,” I replied, now feeling like a jerk for even bringing it up.
“Eh, don’t worry. It was a long time ago. It was a house fire when I was ten. Faulty wiring was the cause from what I was told. I’d been at a friends for a sleepover, so I wasn’t there. They didn’t make it out, though. I didn’t have any remaining family, so I was placed in foster care. The first family I was set up with was where I met Tobi and Jasper. Jasper wasn’t there when I got there, but Tobi and I became fast friends. He knew what it was like in his own way to feel what I was feeling.”
It was heartbreaking hearing his story, but I suddenly felt a little bit more comfortable with Ezra. He shared pain of loss like I did, just on a different level.
“I’m glad you had each other.”
He gave me a warm smile. “I am too. It worked out, though. The family was great and ended up adopting us all. We just wanted to keep our last names. All our interests kind of intertwined into making the business, but it was what happened to my parents that made me decide on what part I took. Now in every building we do, I make sure everything is perfectly up to code and there aren’t any shortcuts taken just to save a buck. I don’t want anyone having to go through what I did.”
“That’s actually really great. Sounds like you love your job,” I replied.
“I do,” he said happily. “Oh, here’s the building. Just park there.”
He pointed to a parking space in front of a little shop I’d never noticed before. It was a tiny and made from a cottage home. Neon signs flashed and glowed in the windows that pretty much spelled out what this place was; and what it definitely wasn’t.
“Uh, Ez, this isn’t a costume shop.”
He turned to me and gave me a wicked grin. �
�That’s because you aren’t getting a costume, Lowen. You’re getting wrapped up like a sexy little present to be unwrapped later.”
I didn’t miss the lustful gaze he gave me when he said this, making me think he meant that in a way like he’d be the one unwrapping me.
“Well, okay then,” was all I could think to say, and I jumped out of the Jeep.
It turned out this was actually a sex shop. I didn’t even know we had a sex shop in Telluride or I’d have come here a long time ago. Most of the outfits here were purely revealing, but luckily Ezra spotted a small section that had outfits with more coverage.
I had tried on several little outfits that were Christmas themed in some way, but this was the first one I hadn’t managed to get on by myself. The first two outfits were sexy elf ones. However, Ezra felt they just weren’t right. He said something about them not showing off my form the right way and not meshing with the guys. He quickly shifted to the sexy Santa outfits and shoved me back into the dressing room to give this third outfit a try.
It was a bright red baby doll slip. It hugged my breasts just right while also dramatically lifting them. I was easily a large C-cup in size, but this made them look much bigger. The lining above my breasts and the straps were lace and only about an inch thick. The rest of the material was silk and thankfully not see-through at all. The slip dress billowed out from beneath my breasts and barely reached the bottom of my butt cheeks. It also came with a short, red-velvet robe that had the white cotton puffs on the sleeves, the bottom and the hood that came with it. A black belt buckle helped fasten it closed.
While I was excited about the robe part because of how soft it was, I was getting aggravated with the small zipper at the back. It was just out of reach and almost impossible to move an inch with how tiny the little handle was on it. I tried continuously to fasten it myself, but finally gave up and let out a loud groan.
“Shit!” I shouted, placing my hands on my hips and glaring at my reflection in the changing room.
“What’s wrong?” Ezra asked from the other side of the door.
“I cannot for the life of me get this fucking zipper up and I’m about to go World War III on it if it doesn’t cooperate!”
Ezra laughed. “Does it not fit? I can grab a different size for you.”
“It fits perfect, at least it would if I could reach the fucking zipper,” I huffed.
“I’m coming in,” he responded, not giving me a chance to argue.
He stepped in and closed the door behind him, coming to an abrupt stop when he saw me. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. I watched him through the mirror as his eyes slid from the tops of my breasts slowly down the length of my body and back up. When he finally set his eyes on mine, I saw them light up with pure heat. His mouth closed, and he stepped slowly forward, not taking his eyes off mine.
As he stopped behind me, his fingertips touched just below my neck before he gently slid them down my spine. I watched him through the mirror, wanting to see his reaction as he touched me. His Adam’s apple jumped as he swallowed hard and his fingers kept slowly sliding down until finding the zipper.
His touch felt so good, my eyes closed of their own volition and a soft sigh left my lips.
I felt him edge closer to me, the temperature of his body so hot I didn’t even need it to touch me to feel the heat of it. I heard the zipper and shivered as he skimmed his knuckles up while zipping me up.
“You have no idea what seeing you in this does to me,” Ezra whispered huskily before his hand slipped up to my shoulder. He dragged his knuckles from my shoulder and down my arm, raising goosebumps along the trail they took.
I was so turned on I began to shake. How could such simple touches from any of them burn my very core like this?
His hand left my arm just before both came down on my hips. I moaned when he shifted me backwards so my back was leaned against his chest. He slid his hands forward simultaneously along the fabric until he palmed my stomach.
The smell of his minty breath and the feel of it along my sensitive skin made me lean my head to the side, giving him more access to that area. His lips pressed into the spot between my shoulder and neck before gliding upwards; his tongue flicked out softly as if he just wanted a quick taste.
His hands slid upwards to my ribs just under my breasts. He trailed light kisses down my neck then nipped at it, making me jump in both surprise and arousal.
“Shit … you are so damn tempting right now,” he said with a lustful groan.
I was so riled up by his lips and his touch, I couldn’t help turning quickly around and throwing myself at him. It had just been so long since I’d been touched like this, I lost control of myself.
My arms wrapped around his neck and I slammed my lips to his. He was forced against the wall of the changing room and responded immediately; his sweet tongue thrusted into my mouth and caressed my own. He yanked me hard into him, grabbing one of my legs and pulling it up to wrap around him. His hands slid up the dress to my sides, then my back and my stomach. They were everywhere as he kissed me harder, faster, deeper. I was his willing puppet to do with as he pleased. So long as he didn’t stop touching me, I’d submit to his every will.
He pulled his hands from my dress and grabbed my face just below my jaw on either side, pushing me slightly back to look at me as his breathing heaved as hard as mine.
My eyes flicked back and forth between his sky-blue eyes, weighing if this was a good idea or not. I wasn’t given a chance to reply, though. “Fuck!” He whisper shouted before turning me, slamming me against the wall; my leg still hooked around his.
His mouth quickly fastened back on mine, taking any doubt that I had about this idea. I just wanted him. I wanted him inside me without a single care about where we were. One of his hands slid into my hair at the nape of my neck; the other went up my dress once again, only this time, his fingers skimmed the lining of my underwear. Thank God, I’d chosen to wear one of my sexier lace pairs today.
“Oh god,” I moaned quietly and grasped his shoulders in a vice grip when I felt where his fingers were going. “Don’t stop. Fuck, just touch me, please,” I pleaded to him, close to climax just from his kiss and touch alone.
He needed no other persuading before he kissed me harder and his fingers dipped into my underwear. He slid a finger along my wet folds, gliding back and forth before diving in. My nails clawed into his back. His lips found my neck once again, kissing and sucking the flesh there as his fingers worked their magic inside me.
It just wasn’t enough, though. I needed more. I needed him. Consequences be damned, if he didn't take me here and now, I’d combust from the desire. My hands shot to his pants, immediately prying apart the button and zipper. I wasted no time grasping him, making him gasp in surprise.
“Fuck!” He bellowed into my neck. “I’ve wanted your hands on me since the moment I saw you.”
I smiled with satisfaction as my hand slip up and down his hard length. It excited me that he wanted me just as badly as I did him.
“I need more, Ezra,” I whispered breathily as his fingers moved faster.
That was all he needed to pull his fingers from me. I heard the sound of material tearing just before my panties were ripped away. He hiked my leg up higher and thrusted into me so fast, I barely had time to react. He swallowed my moan with his mouth to mine, kissing me passionately as moved in and out.
Out of every sexual partner I’ve had, none had pleased me quite as quickly and thoroughly as Ezra did against the wall of the dressing room. He was fast and hard, not letting up for a single second.
We both came quickly and at the same time, not able to hold it in any longer. His free hand shot up and over my mouth quickly as I climaxed, muffling the loud moan that escaped me.
“You are so damn beautiful when you come apart like that,” he whispered with a sexy smile before kissing me again gently.
I smiled and breathed in and out slowly, trying to catch my breath. I shifted him out of me
then quickly bent over and grabbed some Kleenex from my purse, glad to have been prepared for flu season. They may not have been in there for this reason, but I finally could pat myself on the back for having them.
After we both cleaned up, he grabbed me and hugged me tight, laying a quick kiss on my temple. It was such a comforting and sweet gesture, I actually blushed from it. It amazed me how sex couldn't do that to me, but small affections could.
“We should probably leave before we make the other two mad that we’re taking a bit longer than we promised.”
“Oh my god, I completely forgot,” I sighed out. I ran my hands into my hair then down my face.
He adjusted himself back into his pants quickly before eyeing me with a look still full of lust. “You should definitely change back into your clothes or we won’t be leaving here at all. That’s definitely the winning outfit.”
I nodded my head quickly. “Yeah. Definitely a good idea.”
He laughed then nodded before exiting the dressing room.
I had to sit on the bench for a moment before I dressed. I couldn’t believe that just happened. I thought I was turned on when Jasper had cornered me, but this? This was so much more. If humans could spontaneously self-combust, I would’ve done that six times over after what Ezra just made me feel with that quickie. The way he moved was like magic, making me want him all over again. He was so rough, yet so damn gentle all at once. The fire in his caress alone could practically keep any woman toasty warm in even subzero temperatures.
I looked at my appearance in the mirror and shook my head. How the fuck was I going to face the other two without them seeing how completely disheveled I was? I was a walking red flag that I just had sex in here.
“I’m in so much trouble …” I mumbled to myself, before quickly grabbing my torn underwear from the floor and stuffing them in my pocket.
