Page 34 of Icing on Top
I brushed myself off and then looked at the hill with a sigh. The path was well-worn and easily trekked, but it was uphill, and I wasn’t looking forward to another trip up. I was out of shape and feeling the burn in my legs.
“Hop on,” Ben said, bending down before me.
“Are you crazy?” I asked incredulously. “There is no way in hell you can--”
“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you,” Grant growled in my ear.
I sighed in defeat as I climbed on Ben’s back. This was ridiculous. He looped his arms under my knees and stood. I clung to him tightly. “I don’t want to hear it if you can’t walk tomorrow,” I mumbled.
Crack.
“Son of a bitch!” I yelped.
“We warned you,” Grant replied as Lincoln snickered.
Ben bounced me on his back. “This is nothing. Stop worrying,” he instructed as he climbed the hill with Grant and Lincoln trailing behind us.
“I gotta say, I’m loving this view,” Lincoln commented.
When we reached the top, Ben set me down. He was barely winded. “See,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah. I need hot chocolate.” We started walking toward the lodge, and I slowed my pace enough to let them get ahead. Stooping down, I grabbed a handful of snow and formed a ball. Considering my options, I decided to throw it at Grant for slapping my ass earlier.
The snowball landed in the center of his back with a wet plop. He froze and turned toward me slowly, eyes narrowed. When Ben and Linc saw the snow on his back, they laughed.
“You’re dead,” he stated. I scrambled behind a safety guidelines sign as a snowball just missed me and slammed into it.
I scooped snow into balls as Lincoln landed beside me, making me scream. I went to mash snow in his face, but he caught my hand.
“I come in peace!” he yelled. “I’m on your side!”
I accepted his answer and peeked around the sign to see that Grant, and Ben had worked quickly to pile snow to hide behind. Once we had some snowballs built up, I launched one toward them and laughed in glee as it landed where they were crouched.
“Nice shot!” Lincoln commended.
Because of where we were hidden, Linc and I had the advantage. They managed to get some over the top of the sign, but most didn’t make it. After trading several volleys, things went quiet. I peeked around the sign and screeched when I saw they were almost on us, opting for hand-to-hand combat. I scurried from behind the sign but didn’t make it far before I was tackled into the snow.
I laughed as the three men tickled me relentlessly as we rolled around in the snow. “Traitor!” I sputtered at Lincoln through a face full of snow as I crawled away from them on all fours.
“Sorry, Sugar. When it comes to rolling around with you, I can’t resist,” Linc replied as he tackled me again, grinding hishardening cock against my ass. If we didn’t take this somewhere private, we would put on a show none of us planned.
“Truce!” I yelled when I escaped his clutches again. I was out of breath as I rolled to my back and stared at the blue sky. The others collapsed around me, breathing heavily as well.
“Can we do that again, but in the privacy of your backyard?” Lincoln asked.
“Ours would be more private,” Grant replied.
“You want to have a snowball fight in your backyard?” I asked.
“Not exactly, Sugar,” Linc laughed.
“But there will be balls,” Ben commented. There was a beat of silence before we all started laughing.
“I’m picking up what you’re throwing down now,” I replied. They wanted to have snow sex. It sounded cold, but it might be fun if we ensure nobody gets frostbite.
“Nova?”
I groaned at the sound of Paul’s voice. Of course, he was here. Two sets of feet appeared next to my head as he blocked my view of the sky. One set was female. The guys jumped to their feet, immediately helping me up and brushing me off.
