Page 48 of Frost Bitten
”Mmmmm.” The low growl in my ear resonates down my spine and spurs me to twist in his arms. Reaching up, I loop my arms around his neck and immediately pull him down to meet my lips. I will never get tired of kissing this man; I literally get lost in the heat and electricity from the passion in the strokes of his tongue. Adrift in the lust that swirls in the steam, I don’t recognize that Bast is backing me into the stream from the shower. The warm water only enhances the bursts of white-hot electricity flowing down my arms and legs.
A gasp rockets from my chest when I pull away suddenly, the cold shock of the tile on my back. I pant as I jump up, clinging to Bast in order to feel him closer, touch him more. He instantly wraps his hands under my thighs, and I cinch my ankles just over his tight, athletic ass, allowing me to steady myself between his hot, firm chest and the cool shower wall. Just as I’m about to ask what he needs from me, his tip presses against my center, and I know he needs me again. He leans in to swallow my cries of ecstasy as I sink down onto his rock-hard length. “Angel, I don’t have a condom in here,” he grunts when he pulls away, finally.
“I don’t care, I’m here with you, that’s all that matters. Thank you, though,” I whisper against his lips.
I didn’t imagine a second round so quickly, but I relax and allow him to thrust his hard cock into me deeper and deeper. I’m tender from before, but I don’t care. The pain spurs me on, and I begin grinding on him. Circling my hips, I find a spot where my movements spark the sensitive endings of the little bundle of nerves between my legs. A moan escapes me, and just as I’m climbing in pleasure, I feel pressure on my back entrance. I stutter in my movements, and Bast takes the moment to nudge my head to the side.
”That’s it, Angel. I’ve got my finger on your ass, ready to test the theory that you like a little ass play. Do you, Angel?” His low words turn into grunts as he continues to rut into me, and those dirty words are every incentive to allow him to push me higher and higher. “Take it. You can do this. I’m going to push in now, and I want to feel you clench around my finger and my cock. I know you’re right there. I can feel you. Go ahead, let go.”
When his finger slips through the ring of muscles that surround my tight hole, the sensation gives me pause, but then the rush of my orgasm sends shockwaves of euphoria throughout my body. Bast groans as my body pulses around his as he continues his hard strokes. He falls over the edge of his release, emptying himself deep inside me, and collapses against the wall, bracing on his arms to not crush me. The feeling of his hard cock twitching inside me gives me a heady feeling. Knowing I’ve brought this man over the precipice twice in such a short time thrills me, but as he withdraws, lowers me to the tile, and turns to clean up, a knot forms in my stomach.
As I shuffle to move out of his way as he showers, thoughts creep into my head that maybe this isn’t real. Could this be my imagination? Our connection? Or maybe this is just about sex. I can’t help but cover myself, attempting to warm my suddenly chilled body, despite the warm water and steam surrounding us. Memories of my past boyfriends flash before my eyes, and seeing Bast turn around, my fears that I’ll always be just a hookup haunts my subconscious.
Just as quickly as the negative thoughts invade my head, they disappear when Bast turns around and reaches out to pull me close. He wraps his corded arms around me and gazes down into my eyes. “Angel,” he whispers, “thank you. That was brave, and I appreciate you taking that leap with me. I hope you’ll trust me to lead you through other new experiences because I will always be there for you.”
As I peer up into his solemn gaze, I can see the truth in his eyes. This isn’t casual for him, and it only goes to prove I have a lot to learn. Mainly, my displaced fear of rejection. This man has done nothing to trigger that, and I need to place my trust in him, as he has in me. I wrap my arms around him, allowing the water to run over us again. However, this time, my heart is more content and my body is more satisfied than ever before. I just hope it stays that way.
* * *
I spent the rest of Friday on the mountain. We went out after Cam fixed a full brunch, and we had a blast taking brief runs through the backcountry. What sucked was the hike back up the mountain in the snow. I think I survived maybe three runs before I gave up. I hiked back to the cabin, took a warm shower, and bundled up in a blanket on the couch with my Kindle.
When it started to get dark outside, I figured they’d be home soon, so I got up and rummaged through the kitchen. I found some leftover chicken, so I decided to make some soup. I was just finishing adding the ingredients to the pot when they all trudged in, laughing and wrestling.
“Bro, get off me,” Cam protests loudly, stifling a chuckle. Corey is jumping all over Cam, trying to shove a snowball down his jacket. Bast just follows, grinning broadly at Corey’s antics, while Dom enters last, laughing and shaking his head. While the younger guys head back to their rooms to wait for their turn to shower, Dominic glances curiously my way as he hangs up his jacket. After he kicks off his boots, he saunters toward me, investigating the aroma wafting from the kitchen.
“Mmm, this smells delicious,” he says, leaning back against the counter next to the stove. “I’m glad you found the wild rice I’d stocked. I wasn’t planning on using it for soup, but it works, and now I don’t have to cook.”
I peer up at him with a smirk. “Oh, I see,” I snark, “you all stayed out so late, hoping to just be able to sit down to eat.” I wink at him, letting him know I’m just teasing, but the fire in his eyes sends a flood of heat through my body, surging south, and I know I messed up.
“Baby Girl, I’ll eat whatever you serve me,” he mumbles while staring deep into my eyes. My breath escapes my lungs for a few seconds, and I forget how to breathe at his daring words. Did he mean that double meaning? Before I can react, though, he turns and heads down the hall, calling back, “I’ll be out as soon as the boys are done with the shower.”
I lay the ladle on the spoon rest, and brace myself against the countertop. Am I imagining things? I know Corey said they all thought I was hot but did Dom just make a move? I’m so confused.
Should I talk to Corey? No, that would just make things awkward. Me, talking to him about his pseudo-older brother putting moves on me. No way. It was bad enough having conversations with him and Bast aboutourrelationship.
We end up eating out of soup mugs Dom has stored in the back of the pantry and sitting around the indoor fire pit again. It’s so cozy, and the circular pit warms the entire living area, unlike a fireplace in a wall. Soon, though, the warmth begins to make me sleepy, and I head back to get ready for bed.
As I change and brush my teeth, I make the contented decision to climb into Bast’s bed tonight. He mentioned something earlier, and it just feels right, knowing I’m dating both of these men, and I want to share both of their beds. I undoubtedly know I’ve made the right decision when I’m rustled awake a short time later by an arm snaking over my waist, pulling me back into Bast’s warm chest and the familiar cedar wood and amber scent. Drifting back off, I wonder if life can get any better than this.
* * *
Saturday dawns bright and cheery with Bast bringing me coffee in bed. I don’t want to get up, but the smell of the deliciously sweet aroma of the chocolate he added to my coffee lures me out from under the covers. Once we eat, we squeeze into Corey’s truck and drive down to a ranch closer to the valley. Dom arranged for us to take some horses out for a ride. We don’t stay out long, as it is still chilly, but the views are spectacular. The bright sun glints off the peaks of the mountains blanketed with snow. That stark white scenery only accentuates the evergreens scattered across the terrain as they show more of their foliage the further down the mountain you look. A winter wonderland is slowly enveloping this land, and I vow I need to see it completely transformed. I just don’t know if I’ll get the chance. My time is slowly running out.
By the time we make it back to the cabin, Bast ropes Corey into helping make tacos while Cameron escapes to the bedroom to handle some Plein Air business. I decide to start the fire pit for the day, as the warmth from the fire last night had long since escaped the room.
As I started building the logs and layering on the kindling, Dom stoops down next to me. “Mind if I help?” he asks.
“Not at all,” I respond with a smile. He’s sweet, and he seems like he always wants to help.
“I actually, um, had an ulterior motive for helping,” he mumbles. “I have a question to ask you.” He instantly has my attention, and I drop the log I’d just picked up as I turn to face him.
“Is everything ok?” I ask, with concern lacing my voice. I can’t stand when something is wrong, and I always try to help if someone is in need.
“I’m fine, I was just curious – and I’m sorry if this is intruding – but I was curious how this situation is working with you, Bast, and Corey. You all are seemingly happy, and I know it’s been a while since you started dating Bast, too. I just, I don’t know, I feel like this situation is special. How do you decide if you want to date someone else?”
He glances in my direction as he asks that last question, and I can’t help the small smile that lifts the corners of my mouth. He’s trying to be respectful, but he doesn’t want to push, and that in itself is something I love. This man is so different from all the others I’ve met. He’s kind, smart, and caring, and he gives off a protective vibe that makes me want to snuggle up under his arm and be safe from all the dangers in my world.
“Dom,” I begin softly, “around the time that I started officially dating both Corey and Bast, we had a conversation. The conversation entailed how this relationship would work. That night, both Corey and Bast told me they were willing for the other to date me if I wanted, but they also included you and Cameron, as well. They said that they were all brothers and that I would already be shared every other way that mattered, and that they’d shared women previously, so it all depended on if you wanted to join in. It wouldn’t be a situation where I would eventually decide between them and someone else. If the relationship between someone ended, we’d take that as it comes, but they insisted I wouldn’t have to choose. If it came to something starting between you and me, per se,” I pause, catching his gaze, “you would need to be ok with me being with them, still. And the same goes for Cam. But Bast and Corey already expressed their acceptance of you.
