Chapter 8
Heath
Her tits look delectable in that dark green bikini. Being close to her is intoxicating.
I’m still waiting on her answer to my question.
It was a question I probably shouldn’t have asked. Mason will be furious if he finds out we touched his daughter. It doesn’t matter that she’s an adult—he knows how we play, and he’ll hate this.
But I can’t stay away from this sweet angel. Even now, I want to press closer in the hot tub, to feel her skin, slippery and soft against mine.
She blinks up at me with those wide, brown eyes. “You want to use my toys?”
“With you, angel. I want to use your toys with you.”
“We want to use your toys with you.” Brody traces the bikini string over her shoulder. “Remember what I said? How we date women together? We also fuck them together.”
He’s going to frighten her off, the asshole.
But—no. She’s smiling. Almost laughing.
“Did I say something funny?” Brody narrows his eyes.
Violet shakes her head. “No, it’s just that I came to the cabin feeling like the worst sort of deviant. And now you two are making me feel like a sheltered virgin.”
“You aren’t a virgin, are you?” I ask sharply. It isn’t a deal-breaker, but we’d need to exercise even more care.
She gasps softly as Brody’s finger continues down the string toward her breast. “No. But Callum was my first. I haven’t been with anyone else. And there’s a lot I never tried with him.”
Brody lets go of her bikini string to nuzzle her neck instead. “We’ll do it all with you. Everything you want to try.”
Violet’s eyes flutter shut and she tilts her head back for more of Brody’s attention to her neck.
“I’m going to touch you. And kiss you.” I press my forehead against hers. “Tell me it’s okay, angel.”
“Yes.” The word is a whisper, but it holds all the fucking power in the universe. “Yes, it’s okay.”
“For both of us?” Brody pulls back slightly.
Violet nods.
His blue eyes narrow and he smiles. Like me, he’s thinking of all the dirty things we can do with her. “I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”
“Yes. It’s okay for both of you.”
“Good girl.” I tug her up and onto my lap.
She straddles me. Only a tiny slip of bikini fabric keeps me from rutting bare against her cunt.
I hold her face, brushing damp strands of hair away from her cheeks.
Her hair has tumbled out of its bun, the end of the ponytail dipping into the water. “Kiss me, Violet.”
Her brown eyes, dark with lust, stare into mine. “This is real? You’re real?”
“I’m real, angel. You can probably feel how real I am.”
Her lips curve upward in a smile and she presses them to my mouth.
Brody, not wanting to be left out, grips her ponytail and directs the kiss for a moment before moving behind her to cup her tits. He tugs down her bikini top and plays with her beneath the water, his movements hidden by the bubbles.
She gasps and pulls back from the kiss so she can grind against me. Fucking hell, I’m going to come right away if we don’t slow down. I move her so she’s straddling one of my legs instead of my cock.
I guide her hips. “Rub back and forth, little angel. Take what you need.”
“I need your cocks,” she says as she moves.
I kiss and suck at her neck, finding a place below and behind her ear that makes her shiver.
“You want our cocks?” Brody asks.
“Need them—I need them.”
“Say please, angel.” Brody’s voice is a growl.
A cold wind whips the heat away from the hot tub. Snow begins swirling over the deck.
“Please,” she gasps.
“Soon.” I pull back, sucking as I go. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough that she feels it. “The storm’s coming in. Time to go inside.”
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Violet
Brody gets out of the tub first. He grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist. Then he holds a second towel out for me. Heath helps me out of the tub and into Brody’s arms.
The freezing air yanks away all the heat I’d felt in the tub and I start to shiver.
Brody wraps the towel around me. He leads me inside while Heath replaces the hot tub cover, anchoring it down with the extra straps my dad had installed to keep it from ripping away in a storm.
The dark clouds are now overhead, snow swirling.
I’m already shivering, but I can’t leave Heath out there. “We should help Heath—”
“He’s already done,” Brody says as the door opens and Heath steps inside, carrying their clothes.
Brody passes me to Heath, who drops their clothes and wraps his big arms around me, over the towel. He rubs up and down, warming my skin. Brody goes to the fireplace and lights the logs that one of them already set up.
Brody pats the rug next to him in front of the fire. “Come over here and get warm, angel.”
I’m not an angel. But I like it when they call me that.
I sit next to Brody on the rug and allow the heat from the building fire to warm me.
“Which bag should I bring down?” Heath asks.
“The purple one,” Brody says before I can answer. “Be careful—the zipper’s broken.”
Heath grins. “Be right back.”
I watch him walk up the stairs, his back muscles flexing, the fluffy gray towel hugging his impressive ass.
Brody turns his attention to me. “Heath and I are bossy during sex. Are you okay with that?”
My legs clench involuntarily. Apparently I am very okay with that. “Yeah.”
“We want to take care of you and make you behave. We get off on the power dynamic.” He pulls apart the towel corners, where he’d tucked them together at my chest. “I think you might enjoy that power dynamic, too. Are you willing to try it?”
I can only nod, speechless, as he reaches behind my neck and tugs on my bikini tie, loosening it. The triangles that cover my breasts fall.
“You’re gorgeous.” Brody cups my breasts, but he’s staring into my eyes. “I hope you know that.”
For the first time, I really feel like it—like I’m gorgeous. Someone to be treasured.
“You’re getting started without me?” Heath returns to the living room, my purple duffel in his arms.
“Couldn’t resist.” Brody stands, helping me up with him. “Look at this gorgeous girl.”
Hot pleasure courses through my body as he traces my nipples. Bending slightly, he takes one in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it.
This has never felt so good.
Heath’s eyes lock on the two of us while Brody sucks on me and removes the rest of my top and my bikini bottoms. The towel around Heath’s waist juts forward, pushed by his erection.
“Just to be clear, angel.” Heath rubs his hand over the towel, stroking himself. “You want this. Sex with both of us. Tonight.”
“Yes.” I nod for emphasis. “I want this. Sex with both of you.”
The smile on Heath’s face is full of heat. “Which of these toys should we try out first? You’ve already played with a dildo…” He pulls out a toy still in its packaging. “Here’s a plug. Do you have any lube in here?”
Eep.
Brody is still touching me. He must feel me tense up. “Hey, we’ll be gentle. I’m sure you’re going to love it. And if you don’t, we’ll stop. Easy.”
I want to cover my face. This is a lot. Too many decisions.
“Okay, angel.” Brody places a firm hand on my shoulder. “You don’t have to decide. We’re telling you, it’s time to try the plug. You can always say stop. Understand?”
“I understand.” Relief whooshes through me. This is better. “What, um…what do I do?”
The men exchange a look.
Brody says, “You’re going to get up on Heath’s dick. We’ll get you nice and distracted. Then I’ll lube up the plug and put it in.”
I can’t help but direct my gaze toward Heath. I’m going to “get up on Heath’s dick.” Brody just said those words out loud. To me.
Heath rummages in the bag until he finds a box of condoms. Then he sits on the floor, his back against the couch, and unwraps the towel around his waist.
His cock is hard and juts upright. He looks directly at me and runs his hand up and down the length. “Do you want this, pretty angel?”