Chapter 26 - Adrian
Adrian
The storm outside was a furious, unrelenting blur, and in the confines of Ethan’s car, it felt like we’d been swallowed whole.
The heat had been cranked up while driving but after we crashed, Ethan switched to turning it on for a few minutes at a time to save it from dying on us before we got out of here.
We were in an ‘off’ spell, when I muttered, “How about now?”
He held his phone up to the uppermost part of the windshield, searching for bars. “Still nothing, and in anticipation of the next time you ask in two minutes, still nothing. I don’t think that’s changing at all tonight. Not in this.”
“Hey, man, we’ve been stuck here for an hour. Can we keep the snark to a minimum?”
He threw up his hands. “I can’t believe I’m the only one who thought to bring my phone.”
Maren’s knees pushed into the gap between our seats. She’d been sitting like that for a while, trying to stay close to the heat when it came on. Now she pulled her worried gaze off the swirling snow outside.
“This was supposed to be a ten minute round trip,” she said, teeth chattering. “Why would I bring my phone?”
“What she said.” I tapped her knee, and leaned back into my seat. “Also, we should’ve gone outside from the start. There would’ve been less snow to get through. We could’ve easily—”
“I’ve seen you sprain your wrist while doing gorilla squats,” Ethan deadpanned. “Forgive me for doubting your ability to help me drag two tons of metal from a snowbank.”
Maren burst out laughing, then quickly tried to swallow it back when I spun round in my seat to glare at her. “Sorry. I was just picturing you and the gorilla squat.”
Which got Ethan laughing too and soon, what could’ve been all of us freaking out about being stuck, turned into a spontaneous round of truth or dare.
The game lasted all of five rounds before it got weird. I blamed the cold. And the fact that I could no longer feel my toes.
I rubbed my hands together. “I’m calling it. This game sucks. My joints are staging a coup.”
Ethan checked the dashboard like he could will the battery into cooperating. “Heat goes back on in… three minutes.”
“Three minutes is a war crime,” I said.
“We don’t have a choice.” He sounded maddeningly reasonable. “Unless you’ve got a shovel hidden in your coat that you haven’t mentioned, we have to wait it out.”
I slumped deeper into my seat, nudging Maren’s knee again. “Explain to him that my suffering matters.”
Her voice cut through the dark between the seats. “I can think of something to keep us warm.”
Ethan glanced at her in the rearview mirror. Then at me. Then back to her. I caught only the curve of her mouth, picked out by the faint cabin lights, but it knocked something loose in my chest.
She pushed up on her knees, leaning between the seats. My brain tried to catch up. My body was already way ahead. She touched a finger under my chin, and guided me toward her like she’d been waiting all night for an excuse to do this.
Her mouth was warm compared to the icy air, and she kissed me with a kind of certainty that rewired the entire car.
She caught my lower lip before I could even think, and the way she pulled at it made heat punch down my spine in one clean line.
I’d been shivering from the cold, but that disappeared fast. My hands went to her waist on instinct, trying to draw her closer even though there wasn’t really anywhere to go.
But she didn’t care about angles or the cramped space. She cupped my jaw and tilted my face exactly where she wanted it, and I swear my knees almost hit the glove compartment. Her mouth opened against mine, slow but deliberate, like she intended to taste every part of me she could reach.
I kissed her back harder, greedier, because something about her made every nerve in my body forget the storm, the ice, the fact that we were stuck in the middle of nowhere.
Her tongue swept against mine, and my head went blank.
My fingers dug into her coat, hunting for skin under all the layers and cursing every button and zipper in her wardrobe.
She gave this deep, delicious sound in her throat that landed squarely in my crotch, and I had to bite back the urge to climb into the backseat right then and there.
By the time she pulled away, I was breathing hard. My whole body felt wired, like she’d thrown a match on dry tinder and stepped back to watch what happened next.
She didn’t give me long to recover. Her hand left my jaw and found Ethan’s collar. He jerked a little, startled, then let her pull him in. Watching them hit me harder than the crash had.
When she released him, she sat back in the rear seat, knees apart, breath unsteady, watching both of us like she’d issued a challenge.
She curled her finger at us in a come-here motion.
Ethan and I just sat there for a beat like idiots caught between survival instincts and a fantasy we hadn’t let ourselves name. The storm rattled against the SUV, wind shoving at the frame, but inside it was all warmth and breath and the lingering taste of her on my tongue.
I shifted first. The center console suddenly felt like the only path to oxygen. “Guess we’re going back there,” I said, trying to sound casual and missing by a mile.
Ethan’s jaw flexed. He reached down and dragged his jacket off, then his shirt. I followed suit. The front seats turned into a discarded pile of fabric and the heater kicked on just long enough to remind me how freezing it would be once it went off again.
I caught a glimpse of her through the gap. Maren had already peeled out of half her layers, knees tucked under her, bare skin catching the faint overhead light. She looked like she’d been waiting for us to catch up.
“After you,” Ethan said.
I moved first, sliding between the seats, shoulders scraping the edges. The car groaned from the wind outside, but the warmth rising off her made the air inside feel thick. By the time I made it into the back, Ethan was right behind me, one hand braced on the headrest as he climbed through.
The windows were already hazing from our combined heat. Every breath drew another cloud across the glass until the storm outside turned into nothing but shadow and noise.
When Ethan and I finally settled on either side of her, the whole car felt smaller, like we’d pulled the night in with us.
She reached for Ethan first, drawing him in until their mouths met. His moan vibrated against her lips and straight into me, and I leaned in without thinking. We shifted until she was bracketed between us, her back pressed to my chest, her breasts pressed to him.
The heater clicked off again. Warmth had to come from bodies now.
I kissed her shoulder, then her neck, tasting the heat rising off her skin. She tilted back into me while keeping Ethan close, one hand slipping down to trace the line of his abdomen. He swallowed hard against her mouth, fingers flexing at her waist like he was holding on just to keep his balance.
Her other hand reached behind and found me. She gripped my cock firmly with this confident, slow sweep that nearly made my knees go out. I had to brace a hand on the window to keep from sinking.
“Jesus, Maren,” I murmured against her throat.
Ethan dragged his lips along her jaw while she worked him with her hand, and I could feel the shift in her body when he finally kissed her again. She arched between us, caught at two different angles, giving as much as she took.
I slid my hands up her sides, palms following every line of her until I reached her breasts.
She let her head fall back on my shoulder, offering her neck, offering everything, and I dipped in to taste her again.
Ethan kissed her harder, his thumb sweeping her cheek as if he needed to feel every inch he was touching.
Her hands never stopped. One stroking Ethan, the other squeezing me, switching pressure, testing reactions like she already knew our tells.
The windows blurred with our breath. The storm battered outside.
Through it all, the three of us stayed locked together, greedy hands, mouths finding new places to land in the dim light.
She turned her head toward me then, guiding my mouth to hers. Ethan kept kissing down her collar bone while she kissed me, her fingers tightening around both of us.
When she broke the kiss, she kept both hands on us, breath shaking its way out of her as she looked between us. “I want you now. Both of you.”
And we were only happy to oblige.
Ethan stretched out on his back, his legs taking up most of the seat. Maren lifted her chin and crawled over him, planting her hands on his chest. The sight hit me low and hard, making my cock twitch. She moved with intention, steady and sure, hair spilling forward as she aligned herself above him.
I fit myself behind her, one leg on the floor, the other bent between both hers and Ethan’s.
I circled her hips with my palms, and slapped her ass hard.
The sharp sound mixed with her cry of surprise, and made me even harder.
Her skin burned under my hands compared to the icy air trying to seep through the doors.
Ethan exhaled under her, eyes gone dark as he slid his fingers over her clit.
The windows fogged thicker. Heat climbed. Maren pushed her ass back into me and leaned down toward him. She wanted us both. At the same time. And the sound she made when I teased her hole damn near shorted out what little restraint I had left.
Even in the low light, I could make out the way her pussy juice slicked her thighs. I took two fingers and played with her, taking turns circling her entrance and sliding between her folds. Until I was soaked with her.
“Hmm, you’re so fucking wet.” I slipped the tip of my finger into her ass, leaving behind most of her wetness. The rest I coated over my dick as I brought it up against her.
She leaned back and sank down at the same time, a long, ragged moan filling the cabin as she took Ethan’s cock.
He lifted his hips and thrust in all the way, holding her at the perfect angle for me.
I bit down on my lip, fingertips buried into the soft flesh of her hips, as all my focus and restraint pooled into the slow, careful push that the moment asked for.
God, she was so tight, I almost came the instant my tip slid inside. Ethan filling her pussy didn’t help, or helped a hell of a lot, depending on who was asked. I groaned loudly, willing myself to keep it together long enough so we could all enjoy this.
“With me,” Ethan grunted, and he wasn’t talking to Maren.
I nodded abruptly, my breath coming in quick, hard pants.
She put her arms out, palms flat on the window to steady herself as we pulled out at the same time, and a breath later, thrust into her again.
It took one more try, and we’d found our rhythm, moving in tandem as Maren whimpered and beat at the window.
Taking both of us like this meant she didn’t have much freedom to move like she wanted, but goddamn the slight roll of her hips that she did manage…
“FFFuuuck…”
Her body was fire under my hands, the heat radiating off her skin making the car feel impossibly small.
Every arch, every shiver, pressed her closer into me, and I could feel the way she responded to Ethan too, subtle movements that drew me in tighter.
Her breath hitched, catching in strangled little bursts that vibrated through me.
She let out a soft, gasping laugh, a sound that made my stomach clench and my pulse spike in the best kind of way.
Her fingers curled into my shoulders, dragging, pressing, urging, and I had to fight not to lose myself in the sensation of her, the way she moved instinctively, unselfconsciously, letting us read her body like an invitation we’d been given without words.
My hands mapped the planes of her body, memorizing every curve, every tremor, every sigh she let slip.
I had to grit my teeth, fight the coil tightening low in my stomach, because feeling her like this, hearing her breathe, sensing how close she was, was almost unbearable.
I had to slow my own responses, pace myself, or I’d lose control too soon.
Her heat was contagious, the way she moved against both of us making it impossible to think straight.
I swallowed against a groan, trying to ground myself in the sensations without letting them topple me entirely.
It was a fight I wasn’t sure I could win.
The storm outside pounded against the glass, but inside, it was just her, just us, and the pressure building between restraint and surrender.
She shivered again, and I leaned in, letting my mouth ghost along her shoulder, nipping, tasting, feeling her respond.
The decadent sounds spilling out of her drove me, pulled me taut, and I realized that there was no controlling it, no holding back.
Not when she was right here, all of her fire and want pressed into me.
Her shivers became wracking, unstoppable, and the soft whimpers she’d been letting slip escalated into cries that rattled the small space of the SUV.
Her body arched, a wild, urgent tremor pulsing through her, and instinctively, she clamped down around me.
I groaned, teeth clenched, the tension coiling in my stomach and unraveling all at once as she dragged me over the edge with her.
Ethan’s grunt vibrated through the space, his own release mirrored in the heat that pressed against me.
The three of us shuddered together, the world narrowing to the slick press of skin, the frantic rhythm of her movements, and the storm battering the windows.
Breath clouded the glass, mingling with the sound of our ragged exhalations, the heat inside the car clinging to every inch of us.
When it passed, it left a raw, pulsing aftershock in my veins, our bodies slick, trembling, and pressed close.
Every nerve felt alive, hypersensitive to the faintest shift, every heartbeat a reminder of how utterly she’d pulled us in, and how completely we’d given ourselves over in that tight, enclosed space.