Chapter 15 - Dean
She does have a system.
Every night, she switches which room she sleeps in.
Well, “sleep” being the questionable term.
How she can function by living wholly on orgasms is incredible.
The even larger surprise is how easy it was for Reece and I to adapt to it.
Any tinge of jealousy seems to have fled by the first day.
She doesn’t show any sign of favoritism, but brings us both to her, engaging our strengths effortlessly.
It’s strange how it has almost brought him and I closer.
With a tiny sigh, her lashes flutter across her cheek as she turns to me in her sleep.
Today is Christmas. A bittersweet reminder that this tryst is nearing its end.
I don’t want to get out of bed.
Sweeping a lock of her silken hair from her temple, I pull her closer without waking her. It’s desperation, a need to memorize every dimple and freckle, so I can harbor these fleeting images long after she’s gone.
Time can stop now. Let us off the spinning globe to float in blissful stasis for eternity.
Her breathing changes as her arm drapes over my ribs.
“Merry Christmas, handsome,” she murmurs, her exhale tickling the small hairs of my chest.
We both startle when the ceiling fan motor kicks on and the clock on the nightstand starts to flash.
She sits up quickly, her bare torso escaping the blanket in her surprise. “The power’s back on!” Wide eyed, her mouth forms an “O”, then she starts to giggle. “I’d almost forgotten what it was like to not live by candlelight.”
I don’t know if it’s the threat of losing her, or her genuine joy at something so innocent, but it makes my cock fill with need.
“Come here and celebrate,” I groan, pulling her over me.
Her beauty shines in the morning sun as she straddles me, sinking me into her with a roll of her hips.
“Show me how happy you are.” My fingers grip her thighs, coaxing her sensual ride.
When she leans back, arching her breasts to the sky, I can’t stop myself from rising with her.
I have to taste those beaded nipples, savor them like a holiday feast.
Her supple body undulates, grinding me harder to rub against her womb.
Fuck, I want to keep her.
Impregnate her to make her mine.
Ours.
I don’t even care if it’s Reece, or me, that succeeds.
I just need to be near her.
Her nails rake through my hair as she clings to me, her rhythmic movements growing faster.
Reaching around her, I push two soaked fingers into her clenching ass.
She’s mine, every piece of her.
A cry rips from her throat as it tips her over the edge. Her body convulses over me as her inner muscles squeeze me like a vise, vaulting me into my own release.
“Holy shit,” she pants, hanging from my shoulders. “I’ve never had that…I didn’t know it’d feel like that.”
“You’ve never been fucked in the ass?” I growl against her racing pulse. “Such a good little whore like you, still with a virgin hole?”
Her soft laugh makes her pussy contract around my softening cock. “Before this week, I was the most vanilla of all the wallflowers.”
“I’m going to fix that.” I get her the last night we’re here. “Your going away present is going to be me filling you up, front to back.”
Pink flushes its way up her smooth skin as her palms frame my jaw. “Promise you’ll be gentle?”
“Your pleasure is my only goal in life,” I whisper against her lips.
It’s true.
She doesn’t know it, but I’d promise her the world for one more week in this cabin.
“How long do you think before the water is hot enough for a shower?” Rolling off me, she stretches against the pillows.
Damn her and her beauty.
“Long enough for a cup of coffee and a snuggle by the fire.” I reach over and wrap my teeth around her alluring nipple until she shrieks, then dive away to get dressed.
A frigid gust of wind meets me when I make it to the living room.
Then Reece’s large body blocks the door, dragging an entire tree?
“We have to have one, it’s Christmas.” His grin splits his dark beard as he tugs in his snowy prize.
Glancing to the ceiling, he pauses. “Oh, the power’s back on?”
“Yep,” I say morosely.
It’s a signal that real life is looming over us.
He must feel it too. His smile falters and his shoulders droop. “That sucks.”
“It does. Wild, huh?” I start the coffee, pouring it out of habit from the tea kettle by the fire instead of heating it on the electric stove.
Propping the fir into the corner, he steps back to admire his work. “It’s kinda perfect, though. Think she’ll like it?”
Her squeal erupts through the living room, sending a hot flash through me.
“Oh my god, it’s amazing!” She rushes in, wrapping Reece in a hug, then erupts into giggles. “You’re covered in snow,” she shrieks.
But he tugs her closer, laughing as scoops a cold handful from the bough to sprinkle over her.
Shit, it makes me chuckle watching them.
My two favorite people in the throes of delight.
It isn’t long until she’s curled on his lap, staring at the green addition. “It needs some decorations.” Her lower lip pokes out as it always does when she’s thinking.
Soon that tip of her tongue follows.
I love watching her think.
It’s explosive when she leaps up. “I have an idea!” she yells, running for my room where most of her luggage still resides.
In moments, she returns with a sketch pad and a bundle of markers. “We can use string or something to hang them.”
As she folds over the pages, I catch glimpses of drawings in pastels and earth tones.
For some strange reason, anger flares through me.
“Let me see that,” I growl at her, holding out my palm.
“I thought we could make some ornaments.” Her lips purse as her forehead furrows, but she obediently hands me the pad.
Within seconds I’ve flipped through some of her artwork. “Stacy,” I exhale in awe. “These are incredible. Why didn’t you show me?”
She shrugs, turning to the blank end when I pass it back to her. “They aren’t very good, I was just playing around.”
Tearing off a sheet for each of us, she sprinkles the markers on the table.
“I can’t draw worth a shit,” Reece chuckles. “I do better with a lens.” His dark eyes meet mine as he sits next to her.
We still haven’t revealed what we really do. At first it was to protect ourselves.
Now, it’s to pretend that world doesn’t exist.
“Here.” She quickly sketches a candy cane and pushes it towards him. “Let’s see how good you are at staying in the lines.” Her teasing smirk is laced with affection as she hands him the red pen.
All I can focus on is her deft strokes, the confidence with which she blazes stars and wreathes in spaces around the blank canvas.
After a moment she stops, fixing me with her blue eyes. “Do you want me to draw you something to color too?” Under the table, her palm lands on my knee to squeeze it.
Without waiting for my answer, she fires off another candy, nearly identical to Reece’s. “There, two big canes for my two big men.”
Her giggle turns into a snort as she then sketches out a cup of hot cocoa.
But then she falls quiet, propping her elbow on the oak to stare at me.
Something has changed in her mood.
“Dean? Remember what we were talking about this morning?” she asks quietly, nibbling again on that pouty lower lip.
“Quite clearly,” I reply, finding myself getting hard just thinking about it.
Reece pauses, watching us closely. Curiosity raises his brows.
“What if—” She pauses, a pink flush working into her cheeks. “—I want both of them—” She glances down, tracing her nail around the rim of her two dimensional mug. “—in my ‘cup’ at the same time?”
Reece swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, then clears his throat. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I’m frozen, waiting for her to clarify.
Her nervous smile turns between us. “I mean, it is Christmas. Why shouldn’t we all get a present at the same time?”
His groan shakes the table. “Fuck, I’m game.” He throws up his hands and starts to unbutton his shirt.
“Let me shower first,” she giggles, turning to me. “Dean? Are you okay with this?”
When we’re alone, I can live in the delusion that she’s mine and mine alone.
After this, there will always be a new thread, a shared image of her with someone else besides me.
But it’s Reece.
He’s ever-present in my life anyways. How will this be a change?
Why does the idea of watching him fuck her turn me on, especially when I want her to be mine?
“I’m looking forward to it,” I say quietly.
Truthfully.
She jumps up, skidding her chair across the floor, then bends to give Reece a deep kiss.
His palm works up her side, pulling her closer.
Fuck, it makes my cock ache watching them lose focus onto each other.
When she pulls away, she leans in to me next.
At first, I almost want to shy away. But when I taste his coffee on her lips, it forces a low groan out of me.
What the hell is happening?
She whisks out of the room, disappearing into the bathroom, leaving us to stare wide-eyed at each other.
“Have you ever—” Reece starts.
I shake my head to his hanging question.
“Me neither,” he finishes, running his fingers through his curly hair. “You were talking about this?” His brows raise as he lifts his mug for a sip.
“Eh.” I tilt my head. “I learned she’s never been fucked in the ass.”
He sputters, wiping his mouth.
“What?” I smirk at him. “You neither?”
His amber eyes blink at me, twice. Then he breaks into deep laughter. “There’s a first time for everything I suppose.”
Now that’s interesting.