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“We are building a snowman!” she protests. “This isn’t a sexual thing.”

He puts her down. “We can always make it one.”

“You’re a pervert.”

Tino waggles his eyebrows. “And you love it.”

Her shoulders shudder and she hunches, giving herself a hug. She rubs her gloved hands together and blows on them. She’s getting cold.

I pick up the carrot from where I’d left it near the porch and hand it to Mackenzie. “You do the honors.”

She takes it from me. We’ve already done the eyes and mouth with the blackened wood for the fire and wrapped an old scarf around the snowman’s non-existent neck. With care, she wedges the fat end of the carrot where the nose should be, and then steps back to admire our work.

“Perfect.”

She grins, her whole face lighting up. The tip of her nose is red from the cold, and her eyes are shining. Locks of honey-blonde hair escape from the woolen hat she has pulled over her head and spill over her shoulders. She’s absolutely beautiful. I know this can’t be easy for her, being away from our child, but she’s thrown herself into our time together one hundred percent. She’s so fucking resilient. After everything she’s been through, she seems to have come back from it even stronger.

CHAPTER 7

Mackenzie

We bundle back inside,leaving our snowman to guard the cabin.

We strip back down to our inside clothes, hanging up coats and leaving snowy shoes by the door. Dom goes straight to the fire and adds another couple of logs. The fire had already burned down to red embers, and we need the warmth.

I stand as close to it as possible, putting out my hands, palms exposed, to absorb the heat. Building the snowman had been fun, but the cold seems to have seeped right down to my bones.

Tino moves behind me and wraps his arms around me.

“You’re cold,” he says, kissing the side of my neck.

“I’ll warm up quickly enough.”

One of his hands trails down the front of my body. “I know how to generate some heat.”

He continues to kiss the side of my neck as his hand slips beneath the waistband of my sweatpants. I make no effort to stop him, and, within seconds, his fingers are inside my panties and sliding between my folds. I let out a sigh of pleasure and lean back against him. I love the solid bulk of his muscle and glance down to watch his tattooed arm work inside my pants.

He pushes a finger inside me, and then adds a second, stretching me. I let out a whimper, and he adds a third. I cry outat that, bucking my hips against his hand. Fuck, there’s a slight sting, but it feels incredible.

“You know this pussy is made for our cocks,” he says against my ear. “Ever wonder if you can take all three of us?”

That sounds completely impossible to me. I’ve taken two of them inside me, and a third in my ass all at once, but I’m not sure all three would be something I could manage. It’s not as though they’re small.

The other two have noticed what’s going on.

Kirill has his hand down his pants and is working his cock.

His light blue eyes darken at Tino’s suggestion. “Imagine all three of us coming inside you at the same time. There would be so much cum, just flooding out of you.”

“And then I’d photograph you,” Tino says. “Your legs spread and your pussy gaping, with all our cum dripping out of you.”

He strums my clit, and I whimper. My second orgasm of the day builds, tightening low in my core. My legs shake, and I’m sure if I didn’t have Tino’s support, I’d fall to the floor. The muscles in my stomach and thighs tighten, and my pussy flutters around Tino’s fingers.

Dom stands from the fire, his gaze glued to us. “I want to fuck your mouth, your pussy and your ass.”

I’m confident the guys brought lube with them, and probably some toys as well. We’ve never been shy about using things like that in the bedroom.

I’m on the brink of my climax, about to let it wash me away. “Oh, God. Oh, fuck!”

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