Page 14 of A Not So Silent Night

His hands grip the back of my upper thighs, and he lifts me up to him. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he drives my back against the wall. He grinds his hardening length against my bare pussy, and I am unable to stifle the moan that rises from my chest.

“I think you just did, Jersey.” He smirks down at me before aggressively kissing my mouth. He kisses me so hard and deep that I am gasping for air by the time he pulls back with my lower lip between his teeth.

“That is definitely not behaving.” Kris stands at the end of the hallway, whisking a bowl of pancake batter. He disapprovingly looks at thetwo of us before winking at me, “But I do approve of the no panties thing you’ve got going.”

Nick pulls me away from the wall and carries me to the kitchen, nipping at my neck as he walks. When we reach the kitchen, he places me on the counter. The granite is like a sheet of ice under my bare ass, and I clench around him, trying to lift myself from it.

“If you’re going to wrap your legs around me that tightly, it is a distinct possibility that I’m going to lay you back on this island and give you the fuck we both know you want.” He places my ass against the edge of the counter and proceeds to start climbing on top of me.

“Breakfast.” I push him from me as I sit up on the counter. “And maybe learning a bit more about you than your professions, musical tastes, and the sizes of your cocks.”

“We fuck you. We make you come. And now you want us to talk to you while we eat breakfast.” Nick’s voice oozes with sarcasm.

“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes and toss the hand towel from the counter beside me into his face, “I fucked a total asshole.”

A contagious, deep belly laugh billows from Kris as he flips pancakes on the stove.

CHAPTER 12

Nick

“It’s not that fucking funny.” I toss the towel at the back of Kris’s head.

“It was kind of funny.” Olivia smirks at me as Kris places a kiss against her temple.

“What’s kind of funny.” I step between Olivia’s thighs and lightly kiss her jaw. “Is that I also plan to fuck an asshole.”

“After breakfast.” She waves her hands in the air trying to retract her words. “I mean, no one is fucking anything until after breakfast and getting to know each other a little.”

“So.” I nonchalantly walk across the room to get plates. “Do you like getting fucked in the ass?”

“Nick. Jesus.” Kris spins from the stove.

“What?” I shrug while putting the plates on each of the stools of the island. “I’m getting to know Olivia. I mean, you can share too if you enjoy a little ass play.”

To my displeasure, my question goes unanswered. We spend the pre-dawn hours sitting at the island enjoying coffee and pancakes as we get to know more about each other. Every time Olivia opens her mouth, I am more impressed with what an amazing woman we managed to find stranded on the side of the road.

Finding a woman this fucking perfect is like a Christmas miracle.

I can read it all across Kris’s face as well.

The two of us are in fucking trouble.

“Wow,” Olivia draws out the word in awe when she turns to see the sunrise creeping over the lake. A thick blanket of pure, white, untouched snow covers the ground and trees surrounding the lake. The orange hue of the sun rising behind the trees reflects across the lake and makes the snow look as though it is sparkling.

Olivia stands from her barstool and crosses the room to the floor-to-ceiling windows with wide eyes as she takes in the view. In turn, I’m equally as awestruck at the curve of her ass cheek peeking out the bottom of the shirt she’s wearing.

Kris promptly follows behind her as I dip down the hallway to my bedroom for a moment. When I return to the living room, a bottle of lube and handcuffs in hand, Kris has her pressed to the glass. His hands hold hers in a V over her head, her legs spread, and his lips on the back of her neck as he grinds against her.

Fuck…

“Lose the shirt,” I growl as I approach them, “Press those gorgeous tits against the icy glass. I want those tight little nipples as hard as diamonds when we suck them into our mouths.”

Kris pulls the shirt from her body and presses her toward the glass. Goosebumps prickle over her skin, and she shivers and moans when I firmly press her chest against it. As she exhales, her warm breath fogs over the window. With our hands sliding over her body, she repeatedly fogs the window faster and faster as her breathing rapidly increases.

Bending down, I ditch my sweatpants as I place the bottle of lube at her feet. Her eyes widen at the sight of it, but she doesn’t protest. My right hand pressing over hers against the glass, I rub the fingers of my left hand over her lips before pushing them into her mouth.

“So fucking eager,” I groan at her as she sucks at them, causing my cock to immediately harden, “I hope you’re equally as eager for our cocks because you’re taking both of them this morning.”

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