Page 45 of Frost Bitten
“Let’s get these bags into the bedroom on the right, Sunshine. Cam almost has dinner ready, and you can go collect Dom,” Corey whispers into my ear. A shiver runs down my spine, quickly followed by Corey’s light touch.
“Mm-hmm,” I mumble, before withdrawing from both men. They smirk at me as I try to stabilize myself for a moment. “Whatever,” I grumble. “We just drove three hours. I’m taking my things to the bedroom and then using the restroom.”
They both chuckle as I struggle with my suitcase. Not at my struggle with the luggage, but I think more at my stubbornness and pride. That’s ok, that proud moment easily passed, and I’m excited about the night. I smelled tomato sauce in the air when we walked in, and I can’t wait to see what Cameron has made.
Once I’ve settled my luggage and my body, I go out in search of Dominic. Passing the kitchen, I realize Cam is making homemade pizzas in a wood-burning oven, and immediately my mouth salivates. I look longingly at all the sliced toppings on the counter, and the one pizza already done. I can’t help the groan that pours from my lips at the sausage, pepper, and onion pizza cooling on the counter. And that’s just the food. Cam, on the other hand, is dressed down, with gray sweats and a fitted black t-shirt that does nothing to hide the toned abdominal muscles he rocks from all the workouts for the jumps he does. I watch as he works the pizza stone into the oven before closing the door and standing up. My eyes widen as he spins quickly, catching me staring.
I mumble a hello before I continue on, ready to wipe my mouth if need be. Hearing him chuckle as I walk past stirs my insides, and I can’t help but want to hear that sound more often.
Just down the hall, I find the back porch door, and in the distance, I hear someone chopping wood.No,I think to myself. That can’t be Dom. Why would anyone be chopping wood in this weather?
I put on a jacket that hangs by the door and throw it open, quick to close it and keep the heat in. I wrap the jacket around me tightly and hurry down the path, determined to get back to the cabin as quickly as possible. When I turn the corner of the path, I find the woodpile, and Dom spitting logs like a professional lumberjack. He has a beanie on his head, and a thick, dark blue flannel over a pair of work corduroys, but no outer layers, and the muscles in his arms threaten the stitches in the seams of his flannel. I stare for a good three to four swings just watching the art of splitting wood. Sweat drips from his hair curling out from under the beanie, and with each swing of the ax, the grunts falling from his lips only add to the obscene imagery. Bast and Corey already turned me on by sandwiching me inside the cabin just after I walked inside, then I found Cam looking delectable in the kitchen. And now Dominic is tempting me with all the older man fantasies I’ve ever read or seen. That one influencer on the video app has nothing on Dom.
Finally, when my stomach growls, I call out to him.
“Dom,” I say loudly, “the guys sent me to bring you in for dinner.”
With a look over his shoulder at me, he smirks at my presence. “I bet they did. You go back inside, I’ll start loading this up to bring to the porch, and I’ll be inside in a minute,” he replies gruffly.
I tilt my head, trying to understand his words, but when I don’t immediately move, he lowers his tone.
“Cait. Go on, please. I’ll be right there. You go get warm.”
Alright,fine, I think as I turn wordlessly and stalk toward the cabin. Mr. Bossy needs to figure out a way to speak nicely.But he did say please, so I don’t know what to think.It’s so confusing with all the guys here, and Dom giving orders like he’s in charge sends a thrill through my body. Who knows at this point, but being looked after by all these guys is kind of nice. A girl could get used to it.
TWENTY
BAST
Waking up Friday morning in a different bed isn’t all that abnormal, but it takes me a minute to figure out what actually woke me. As I lie in bed, half awake, I think about Thursday. I drove Cam up to the cabin, and we actually beat Dom, which really threw him for a loop. Something held him up, so for him to run late screwed with his whole day. Cam and I didn’t care. We were here and had plenty of food. Cam actually brought ingredients for homemade pizzas, and we’re lucky he decided to make a travel-friendly dough, as he made it before we left so it could rise throughout the trip in the warm SUV.
By the time Corey arrived with Cait, I was immensely anxious. I couldn’t get her off my mind. It gutted me to walk away from her Tuesday, but I had to get back to Mother. She started calling me frantically, and when I texted her back, she told me Nicole was injured at cheerleading practice, and she was so upset. I knew it wasn’t bad, but I still had to go calm her down. When I took that last gaze at her smooth, creamy skin and her vibrant pink hair flared out on the pillow, my gut twinged from having to make the choice to go.
We had a blast last night. After dinner, we sat around the indoor fire pit and just chatted and told stories all night. A lot of bourbon was poured as stories about the guys and me growing up were told. Some were about snowboarding, and other stories were about the pure chaos Corey got into as a kid. Cait sat and laughed at all the stories, and when she yawned for the third time, Corey decided it was time to take her to bed. I sat around and drank another two glasses, waiting to make sure she was asleep. I didn’t want the first night to be awkward, as we had three nights here.
Once I did finally drag my sorry ass up and into the bedroom, I couldn’t help but glance over and take in both their sleeping forms. Corey wrapped himself around Cait like a koala, and it was incredibly cute. I couldn’t help but wonder if she might stay with me in my bed one night. I’ll have to ask her…
Sheets rustling catches my attention, and I immediately open my eyes. It’s definitely morning, with light filtering through the blinds and curtains, but it’s still somewhat early based on the strength of the light. When whispers reach my ears, I tilt my head slightly, just to see what is going on.
What I didn’t expect to see is Cait looking like a goddess and riding Corey’s dick. She is grinding on him, her head tilted back, eyes closed, and mouth open in a silent gasp of passion. I lie quietly on my own bed while she continues to explore the sensations his dick is providing her. Goddamn, I woke up with morning wood as usual, but the deep ache that now throbs through my balls is unbearable. I don’t dare move, though.
At the thought, my eyes slide over and lock with Corey’s. The light that flashes in his own eyes communicates his amusement and some sort of secret, maybe? Something is going on in his head that makes me think he’s not going to allow me to just lie back and watch. My hard-as-granite dick tends to agree. He gently sits up, and laves one nipple with his tongue while he reaches around, grasping her ass, and then slowly dragging a finger further down.
A low moan rumbles from her throat like she is trying to hide it, but I felt it all the way to my balls, nonetheless. When he slips the finger into her ass, the gasp she makes takes my breath away. Corey grunts, before mumbling in her ear. “Sunshine, you failed at keeping quiet.”
Her eyes pop open, and her head turns toward me. She freezes, waiting for a split second to consider the situation. The entire time she studies me, I’m frozen, not wanting to overwhelm her. It’s all I can do to not jump up and gather her hair in my fist to turn her so I can claim her lips. As she stares at me, Corey gently starts kissing up her neck. Again, he whispers in her ear.
“You said he made you feel good. What if we could make you feel good together? He wants you, Sunshine. He wants to see you come undone under his tongue.” Corey still works her over by swiveling his hips and flicking that finger, and she gasps out the breath that she was holding.
Her eyes fall half closed, but she half-turns on Corey’s lap, drawing another grunt from him. The movement shows her gloriously naked body to me. My own hooded eyes trace every delicious curve while I wait for her decision. We’ve only been together once, and it was only three days ago. I just can’t help but imagine what Corey and I could do together. We could make her body sing.
Right as my eyes fall to where she is propped up on his legs, Cait raises her hand, drawing my attention as she curves that slender finger of hers. It’s a siren’s call; I have no choice. My body moves before I even think, and suddenly I throw the covers back. I climb out of bed and stalk across the room. The knit sleep pants I bought for this trip aren’t hiding my dick at all; his enthusiasm for the situation is well evident. I don’t care. Cait knows what I’m bringing to the table.
As I near the bed, I ask quietly, “Are you sure, Angel? Are you ok with me participating, with my own needs that are combative to yours?” When she peers up at me, reaching a hand around my neck to pull me in for a kiss, I reach my own hand around her throat and take control of the kiss. I drink from her lips as if they are the spout of the sweetest nectar. I explore her soft, luscious lips with my own, learning just how soft she likes to be kissed and saving it to memory. My other hand grabs a handful of her tit, plucking at the pink peak and causing her to groan into my mouth.
As I break the kiss, I look her directly in the eye. “Angel, I can see Corey’s begun working with your ass. We will be continuing this because I can’t wait to take you there, too. But we’ll hold off on that right now. What I’d like is for you to be a good girl and let me lick your dripping pussy while you swallow his cock down your throat. Can you do that? Will you be good for us?”
The whimper that pours from her throat and vibrates through the hand necklace I’ve given her is illicit and poisonous, luring me in with each second that she’s caught me in her trap. I’m hers, whether she knows it or not, and I will forever admire and cherish her. This woman has endured so much, and here she is, allowing both of us into her life.
