Page 51 of Snowbound with the Santas

“Archer, where are we going?” I ask, pressing my face into his chest and breathing in his calming, wood-smoke scent.

“I told you,” Archer says softly. “It’s my turn.”

And he isn’t kidding.

The bed he drops me onto isn’t mine, but the chill of the sheets is welcome against my overheating skin. He crawls over the top of me, kissing a path from my hip to my breasts and then up to claim my lips. His thick beard tickles, and I giggle softly into the kiss while winding my arms around his shoulders. Exhaustion makes my limbs weak and lazy, but Archer doesn’t seem to mind. With each kiss, he strips off his clothes and then pulls the blankets over the top of us to conserve heat.

I barely notice. I’m so hot that I’m certain I could keep the entire cabin heated at this rate. Under the covers, Archer lavishes me with attention. He kisses and strokes my thighs, licks over my pussy with his tongue, and kisses over my belly button with little biting kisses that leave spots of heat on my skin. His rough hands toy with my breasts, squeezing andpulling at my nipples, then soothing his bites with flat strokes of his tongue.

And then he slides inside me, and I completely melt into him. His cock isn’t as thick as Nick’s, but it’s long. Inch after solid inch slides into me, and I become like butter in his hands, molding to him just so he will stay right there with me.

“That’s it,” he says in that deep, gravelly voice of his that sends flutters through my heart. “That’s my girl.”

Archer fucks like he talks. He makes it count. His thrusts are powerful but slow and controlled. He makes me feel each one and rewards me with continual little kisses along my lips and down my jaw. He praises me with whispers and nuzzles against me, caressing my body with his hands. He takes complete control, holding my leg up against his hips to give himself a deeper angle to drive into me.

My mind is empty, utterly thoughtless. There’s only sensation, heat and tightness, trembling excitement, and utter hunger for more. Every time he withdraws his cock from inside me, I clench down to entice him back in. I kiss him back, lazily biting his lower lip and drawing soft groans and grunts from his throat.

“It’s too much,” I whimper. “I can’t hold back… I can’t?—”

“Then don’t.” Archer kisses me deeply, and the pace of his thrusts increases. “Come for me, Rayne. I know you can. I want to feel you. I want to feel every inch of you as my cock makes you fall apart. I want to feel the way your body shifts, taste your desire in your sweat, hear the pleasure pour from you because of me. Come on, Rayne. Come for me, there’s a good girl.”

I can’t hold back any longer. I’m so sensitive that I’ve been on the cusp of orgasm since his cock entered me, and I finally give in. Ecstasy courses through me as I arch up into his body and yell out my pleasure, and he continues to fuck me through it. Hekisses me, drags his tongue over my throat, and whispers sweet praise in my ear.

By the time he climaxes inside me, I’m utterly spent and I sag down into the bed with not a single drop of energy left. Archer doesn’t mind, though. He kisses me repeatedly as we lie together, soaking up each other’s presence. Nick arrives sometime later with water and towels to help me clean up, and I let Archer do that for me. I have no strength left.

They’re still beside me, talking in low voices, but it becomes a calming, distant noise to me.

Tucked up in Archer’s bed, warm and content, sleep takes me quickly and ends the best night of my life.

19

RAYNE

“Okay, I want to play a game.” I walk into the lounge, hot cocoa in hand, and eye each of the guys in turn.

“A game?” Frankie glances up from his book and squints at me. “By candlelight?”

“Well…” I weave past the chairs and lower down onto the nest I created by the fireplace. I’ve spent the entire day resting after the excitement of last night, and with the storm howling outside, we’ve mostly been engaged in solo activities like reading or painting. Or wood carving, in Archer’s case. “I thought we could get to know each other better.”

“I think I know you pretty intimately,” Archer replies. His head is still bowed as he works his knife against a small chunk of wood, but after completing a shaving, he glances up.

“Maybe so,” I remark, “but since I’ve slept with all of you, I think it might be fun to get to know each other beyond the basics.”

“Doesn’t that usually come before the sex?” Nick asks from the couch. He has a newspaper in one hand but it’s quickly discarded, and he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Sure, but this is hardly a normal situation, so we’ll do things a little differently,” I say.

“What game?” asks Frankie, shoving a bookmark into his book.

“Truth or Dare.”

That gets everyone’s attention and I can’t control my smile when three pairs of eyes lock onto me.

“Amazing.” Frankie grins, and he slides off his chair to join me on the floor. Nick does the same—after he hurries into the kitchen to whip up some more hot cocoa for everyone else. By the time he returns, Archer has joined us and the fire is stoked enough to keep us all warm.

“Alright!” Frankie rubs his hands together. “Who goes first?”

“Well, I was thinking it could be me versus all of you since you three already know each other.” I glance between them. “Does that make sense?”

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