Page 30 of Icing on Top
Nova
Lincoln and I were consolidating the empty boxes to return to the basement when Grant came storming back into the house like a man on a mission. He stomped over to me, and I glanced at Linc nervously moments before Grant grabbed my shoulders and planted a hard kiss against my lips that instantly ignited a fire inside me. Before I could react to the kiss, he ended it.
“I fucking like you, ok?” he said, almost like an accusation.
Linc snorted beside me as he gathered the boxes and left us alone.
“I like you, too?” I was at a loss for how to respond to his energy.
“I wasn’t supposed to like you as much as I do.”
“I’m sorry?” I tried to pull out of his grasp, but he pulled me in for a hug, softly embracing me.
“I think I’m fucking this up,” he admitted.
“I don’t even know what this is,” I laughed nervously.
He leaned back as one of his hands raised to cup my face. “Why don’t I try again?” he whispered before lowering his mouth to mine.
The kiss started soft and tentative this time as his lips slid across mine, sweetly coaxing my mouth to open. I sighed and melted into him as his tongue dipped inside to play with mine. Each lazy twist of his tongue stoked the embers burning inside me. Too soon, his lips retreated, and I moaned in disappointment as mine tried to follow. His hand still cupped my face, and his thumb brushed against my lower lip as he waited for my eyes to clear and lift to his.
“I care about you more than I ever expected to, Nova Lane. You’ve gotten under my skin like no woman ever has. I don’t know what to do about it, but I’ve been advised to take it one day at a time and see where it leads us, so that’s what I plan to do.”
I had to check myself mentally before I swooned in his arms. I don’t think anyone had ever said something so sweet to me. “I care about you, too. All three of you, but I’m scared,” I admitted.
“That makes two of us, but those assholes seem to be sure everything will work out fine.”
I jumped in his arms as the front door slammed shut. “Ok, the food is on its way,” Ben announced as he returned inside.
Grant winked before releasing me. Ben watched us curiously but didn’t say anything. “Shall I start a fire?” Grant asked.
I smiled at him. “A fire sounds perfect! I’ll go make the egg nog!” I went into the kitchen, stopping briefly when Ben wrapped an arm around me to pull me in for a kiss before releasing me. I pulled out the rum, vanilla ice cream, eggnog, and milk and dumped the ingredients into the blender. As a child, my parents always used rum extract, but I found that as long as you weren’t too heavy-handed with the rum, it tasted better with alcohol.
Linc came back upstairs and helped me set the table. After we ate, I made another batch of eggnog, and we turned out all the lights until only the tree and the fire illuminated the room. The four of us snuggled on the couch, quietly sipping our drinks. My eyes bounced contentedly between the tree and the fire.
“It’s beautiful. Thank you for taking me to get a tree and spending the day with me. Today was perfect.”
“We should thank you for sharing this tradition with us,” Ben replied.
“I can think of a way to make it even more perfect,” Linc said as he reached over Grant and slid his hand up my thigh.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Grant said, slapping his hand away. “Neither of you touch her until I’ve had my fill. You can watch.”
“Oh, really?” I teased.
Grant turned toward me, took my glass, and handed it to Lincoln with his own. “Really,” he growled lightly as his knees hit the carpet before me. He leaned over me, pressing me into the couch, and kissed me. The kiss was brief as his lips trailed down my neck. His fingers quickly unbuttoned my shirt, his lips following their path as new skin was exposed. He nuzzled my breasts as he reached behind me to undo my bra. Benjamin and Lincoln helped remove the clothing until I was bare before them from the waist up.
“So fucking beautiful,” Grant murmured as his hands slid up my body to cup my breasts. “Maybe you can touch a little,” he conceded. He held my breasts for his brothers as they each sucked a nipple into their mouths. I moaned, and my back arched as pleasure zipped through my body and made my clit tingle. “You make such sweet sounds for us,” Grant praised as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them and my panties off. He pulled my ass to the edge of the couch and spread my legs open with his large hands. He kissed my inner thighs, biting into themsoftly, causing another moan to fall from my lips. “Your ex is a fucking moron to turn this body down.”
“Grant,” I pleaded.
“I’ve got you, Star,” he assured me as he attacked my pussy with a hunger that I was beginning to equate with him.
His tongue was everywhere, and having all of their mouths on me at once proved to be too much. Quickly, I felt myself spinning into the euphoria of my first orgasm of the night. Grant licked at my pussy with slow strokes as I came back down to earth. Once I had recovered, he pulled me off the couch to straddle him on the floor.
“Ride me. Show my brothers how well you take my cock,” Grant ordered.
I was so desperate to have him inside me that I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious about being naked. The fire and the tree lights reflected off our glistening skin as I lifted myself and guided Grant to my entrance. Achingly slow, I lowered myself, my pussy sliding down his shaft, making us both groan as he filled me. When I was fully seated on him, I didn’t move to let myself adjust to his cock. Grant’s hands slid up my thighs to my hips and started to lift me.
