Page 56 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

“Don’t listen to him,” Dalton tells me. “It’s just some snow.”

“Bloody hell, I forgot,” Gavin says, kissing me on the top of my head. “Sorry, love.”

I make a face, though he can’t see it since I’m squashed up against his warm, muscled shoulder.

“I’m fine,” I say.

As if on cue, the wind whips around a corner outside, shaking one of the storm shutters and howling. Despite myself, I squeeze Dalton’s hand and burrow further into Gavin’s shoulder.

“I promise the hotel won’t fall down,” Gavin says. “It’s stood for ages, why should a little snow bother it now?”

“Maybe all the previous snow has just weakened it,” I say, eyeing the covered windows suspiciously. “You know, after a hundred years of standing up to the elements, something’s got to gi—”

Dalton leans in and kisses me, right in the middle of my sentence, and it shuts me up instantly and instead of thinking about the cold snow outside, I’m thinking about his warm mouth, his hot hand that’s suddenly on my thigh, sliding up to my waist, Gavin’s arm behind my head.

“You seemed like you could use a distraction,” Dalton says, his voice hitting rock bottom.

“That’s a good one,” I admit, already a little breathless.

He kisses me again, pulling me toward him, his strong hands around my waist. I’m wearing fleece leggings and a baggy sweater, but Dalton ignores all that as he finds my skin under all those layers, overheating me instantly.

We kiss long and slow, my nerves gradually unwinding as we do. Behind me, Gavin brushes my hair from my neck, and then his lips are on me as well, brushing delicate kisses down from my ear to the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. Slowly, he pushes my sweater off my shoulder, taking my bra strap with his finger, finally scraping his teeth against me, his other hand under my shirt.

I come up for air, already short of breath. Dalton doesn’t stop, just trails his kisses along my jaw, stopping to nip at my ear before he finds my neck.

I turn, kiss Gavin, his thumb against my cheek, his other hand now on my thigh. He traces small circles with his fingers on the soft inner part, each circle higher than the last.

I’m hot, and it’s not just the fire. I’ve already forgotten about the storm outside, and all I can think about is my inner storm as Gavin swipes my lower lip with his tongue and then slides it into my mouth where I meet it with my own.

Together, they take my sweater off, then the tank top I’ve got beneath it. I’m back to Dalton, kissing him as Gavin’s hot hands move up my body, slipping my tank top off over my head, quickly undoing the clasps of my bra.

Just like that, I’m half-naked. I turn back to Gavin, my head spinning, and he takes my hips in his hands as Dalton pinches my nipples from behind, caressing the swell of my breasts.

Maybe now’s the time, I think.

Take them both at once.

God knows you’ve been practicing enough.

The thought alone ties my stomach in a knot. Letting them take both my holes at once is simultaneously the dirtiest and hottest thought I’ve ever had, and even as I think it right now, I can tell my face is turning scarlet.

I don’t even know if it’s possible. Well — I know it’spossible. I’ve done some late-night googling and found some very informative videos on the internet. I just don’t know if it’s possible for me, a non-professional, to fit two men at once.

But I want to try.

Dear God, do I want to try.

Dalton pulls me back, captures my mouth again as Gavin works my leggings off, then sucks one nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it expertly. I moan out loud, lifting my hips from the sofa so he can get my panties off, too, and then I’m completely naked on the couch, between them, and they’re still clothed.

This keeps happening to me.

“Come on,” I gasp to Gavin, tugging on his shirt. I shift to me knees, Dalton’s hand already between my legs.

“I see you’re ready for us,” he growls, his fingers stroking my slick lips.

“You too,” I manage, as both of them remove their shirts. I lean forward, kissing Gavin as Dalton slides his fingers into me, fucking me slow and gentle. Gavin joins him, his fingers on my clit as we move into a rhythm and I ride them, kissing one and then the other.

“Seems like the best way to take your mind off things is to give you a good proper fucking,” Gavin growls, his fingers moving faster and faster. “Isn’t that—"

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