Page 54 of Snowbound with the Santas

Nick shifts in his seat, and Frankie bites his lip. Archer is the only one who doesn’t react. Instead, he watches me closely, following the rise of my hips as I stroke where their tongues and cocks teased the night before. My pussy throbs, and I’m so sensitive that pleasure quickly warms my lower belly.

Being watched like this brings the same unexpected excitement that burst through me last night when Archer and Frankie walked in on me and Nick. My skin overheats within seconds and the back of my neck flushes hot. I shift once more, rocking my hips up into the palm of my hand to apply pressure to my clit as I slide my fingers deep inside.

It’s not enough. I realize that now, after experiencing their cocks. My fingers just aren’t enough and my core clenches with want. I want them. Again. Constantly. I want to fuck them until their names are the only thought I have. Using this as my fuel, I close my eyes and moan softly. I don’t need to see them feel the intensity of the gazes traveling over my body. Pillows and blankets shift around me as I fuck myself with my fingers, imagining all three of them caressing me like last night.

Nick’s lips on my breasts, Frankie’s tongue delving deep into me, and Archer’s sweet words of praise in my ear.

My orgasm sweeps up quickly, and I barely have time to open my eyes before it ripples through me and I jolt up on the pillows. My men cheer, clapping as I ride my orgasm and bring the show to an end with soft pants.

“Well…” I smirk, removing my hands from my pants and very slowly sucking on my own wet fingers. “I think I win the game. Happy snow shoveling!”

20

FRANKIE

Three days later, the storm finally passes, and having grown accustomed to the sound of the wind howling and the shaking of the walls, I am woken by the silence that wakes me at three thirty in the morning. I rise and peek out the window. With no clouds to block it, the moon shines bright across a blanket of glistening snow, allowing a few minutes of beautiful sparkling as it sinks down behind the trees.

Sunrise is soon.

Sunrise.

These past few days locked up because of the storm put a wrench in my plan to show Rayne more of the land to help her feel more secure in her surroundings. This, however, isperfect.

Dressing swiftly, I tiptoe around a sleeping Nick and head for Rayne’s room. After knocking gently on the door, I let myself in and approach softly so as not to wake her too abruptly, but her eyes still fly open when I shake her shoulder.

“Whassup?” she slurs slightly, bolting upward from a nest of pillows and blankets. If I didn’t have something to show her, I would have let her sleep there forever with how comfortable she looks.

“I have a surprise for you,” I whisper. “Come on, come with me.”

“Now?” Groggily, she pushes some hair out of her face and yawns widely. “What time is it?”

“Half three?”

“In the morning?”

“You think it would be this dark in the afternoon?”

Even half asleep, her withering look makes my heart flutter slightly.

“Fine,” Rayne grumbles softly as she throws back all of the blankets keeping her warm. She dresses at record speed with minimal help from me when it comes to balance because of her leg. She’s healing well, but hiking so soon after her injury definitely hindered her.

A bubble of guilt sits just beneath my ribs because of that, even though Rayne continues to insist that she’s fine.

“It’s cold,” she murmurs, bundling up into her coat. I zip it up for her and gently tap her adorable nose.

“It will be worth it, I promise.”

Rayne yawns widely once more and nods, then she slides her hand into mine and with that touch comes an unspoken trust. She trusts me to guide her, and I feel like a teenager with how giddy that touch makes me.

We’ve only known her for a week and a half, yet she has an overwhelming effect on me. Time really does stand still here.

“Come on.” Squeezing Rayne’s hand, I lead her out of her room and through the cabin toward the single cupboard at the end of the hall. Inside, just beyond the linen and sheets, is a ladder that rattles down from the ceiling.

“We’re going up?” Rayne asks, running her thumb over the backs of my knuckles.

“Trust me,” I say with a glance over my shoulder. I climb up first and after a few solid shoves against the hatch, it finallypops open and a gust of freezing cold air washes over my face. It’s so fresh that my eyelashes even tremble, and this early in the morning, it’s almost too cold.

Still, this will be worth it.

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