Page 40 of Snowy Secrets

With a deep breath, I rise, my movements slow and deliberate. I take off my sweater, and then the T-shirt. The cool air kisses my skin, sending goosebumps along my arms.

I stand before them in nothing but my underwear, the firelight dancing across my skin, highlighting every curve and hollow. My cheeks flush with heat, but I meet their gazes with a confident smile.

River's eyes darken, his gaze raking over me with a hunger that makes my breath hitch. Marcus's jaw clenches, his eyes smoldering with barely contained desire. Wyatt lets out a low whistle, his admiration evident.

"Well, damn," he breathes, his voice husky with appreciation. "You definitely know how to play this game."

A thrill of excitement courses through me, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I feel alive, empowered, desired. The game has transformed into something more, a seductive dance of temptation and surrender.

It's Marcus's turn to tease me again. This time, I choose truth.

He leans forward with a glint in his eyes. "Tell us, Bella," he murmurs, "what's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?"

I take a sip of my whiskey and wink at him. "Oh, you'll just have to wait and see," I whisper, my voice dripping with promise.

The game takes on a life of its own, fueled by the firelight, the whiskey, and the unspoken tension simmering between us. One by one, we strip away our inhibitions. River sheds his flannel shirt, his sculpted muscles rippling in the firelight. Marcus unbuttons his jeans, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his tanned skin teasing my senses.

When it's my turn again, the whiskey has loosened my inhibitions, emboldening me in ways I never thought possible.

"Dare," says Wyatt. He leans forward, a devilish grin on his face. "The way you're looking at me, you're playing with fire."

"Don't worry," I reply, leaning closer. "I can handle the heat." My eyes lock with his. "I dare you," I say, my face flushed, "to make love to me."

The room holds its breath. Wyatt's eyes darken, a primal hunger flaring in their depths. He rises. He reaches for me, his hands gentle as they cup my face. His lips descend on mine, hungry and demanding.

Everything is spinning, but I know with absolute clarity that this is what I want, to be adored by three glorious men. The next thing I know, I'm pushing Wyatt down on a chair while River and Marcus watch me climb on top of him.

18

WYATT

Bella straddles my lap, and my half-hard cock springs to life. This is not how I saw tonight going. I had hoped, of course, but the reality of having her against me again is more intoxicating than the alcohol.

When her fingers brush down the center of my torso to tug open my jeans, I'm nearly lost to her. Then her mouth finds my ear. "Spin the bottle for me." And she nips me. Just enough pain to spur me on.

With an arm locked around her waist, I lean forward to spin the bottle. It makes three rotations before it lands on River. Bella doesn't wait for it. She's got her hand wrapped around my cock and gives it a preliminary few pumps before she peeks over her shoulder.

That smile on her profile reads danger.

"River…"

The look in his eyes is all heat and wanting, exactly the same thing I'm stewing in. Besides the bonus of having Bella's attention on the most sensitive part of me.

"I dare you to sit there and watch."

His fists clench at his sides, but he nods, gaze roaming her backside as my hands slide over her scarcely covered ass. Giving her a squeeze rewards me with a soft moan. Bella turns back to me.

"Take them off me." Her words set a livewire to me.

I help her to her feet and drag the flimsy fabric off her hips, exposing that sweet, glistening pussy to the light. I want her in my mouth. As I pull the fabric down her thighs, I can't help but sink down for a taste, sliding my tongue across her wet folds, dipping the tip in to break her apart, to get more access to her.

Her moan undoes me, and my hands brace her cheeks, spreading her thighs and tipping her core toward my mouth. With another few swipes of my tongue, her hands are in my hair, and I'm eating at her like a ravenous beast. Perhaps I am one. I've been craving her since I got my first taste and was told it was a one-time thing.

She rides my face like a champ, taking the waves of pleasure as I suck her clit into my mouth.

Reaching down, I push my pants off my hips, wriggling them low enough that when I yank her back down to my lap, I can slide her right onto my cock. The cold of the wooden seat is a much-needed jolt.

I break my mouth away, taking in the spreading wetness between her thighs and the trembling in her knees.

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