Page 14 of Their Little Snow Angel
“What kind of toys did you bring?” Heath’s voice is deep, his mouth close to my ear. “Other than that little dildo I saw?”
I shake my head, too embarrassed to say.
Brody takes my hand in his. “I saw dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, nipple clamps, flavored condoms. If it exists in a sex store, our little angel bought it.”
Heath grins. “Well, Violet…how about we use the toys with you?”
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Her tits look delectable in that dark green bikini. Being close to her is intoxicating.
I’m still waiting on her answer to my question.
It was a question I probably shouldn’t have asked. Mason will be furious if he finds out we touched his daughter. It doesn’t matter that she’s an adult—he knows how we play, and he’ll hate this.
But I can’t stay away from this sweet angel. Even now, I want to press closer in the hot tub, to feel her skin, slippery and soft against mine.
She blinks up at me with those wide, brown eyes. “You want to use my toys?”
“With you, angel. I want to use your toys with you.”
“We want to use your toys with you.” Brody traces the bikini string over her shoulder. “Remember what I said? How we date women together? We also fuck them together.”
He’s going to frighten her off, the asshole.
But—no. She’s smiling. Almost laughing.
“Did I say something funny?” Brody narrows his eyes.
Violet shakes her head. “No, it’s just that I came to the cabin feeling like the worst sort of deviant. And now you two are making me feel like a sheltered virgin.”
“You aren’t a virgin, are you?” I ask sharply. It isn’t a deal-breaker, but we’d need to exercise even more care.
She gasps softly as Brody’s finger continues down the string toward her breast. “No. But Callum was my first. I haven’t been with anyone else. And there’s a lot I never tried with him.”
Brody lets go of her bikini string to nuzzle her neck instead. “We’ll do it all with you. Everything you want to try.”
Violet’s eyes flutter shut and she tilts her head back for more of Brody’s attention to her neck.
“I’m going to touch you. And kiss you.” I press my forehead against hers. “Tell me it’s okay, angel.”
“Yes.” The word is a whisper, but it holds all the fucking power in the universe. “Yes, it’s okay.”
“For both of us?” Brody pulls back slightly.
Violet nods.
His blue eyes narrow and he smiles. Like me, he’s thinking of all the dirty things we can do with her. “I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”
“Yes. It’s okay for both of you.”
“Good girl.” I tug her up and onto my lap. She straddles me. Only a tiny slip of bikini fabric keeps me from rutting bare against her cunt. I hold her face, brushing damp strands of hair away from her cheeks. Her hair has tumbled out of its bun, the end of the ponytail dipping into the water. “Kiss me, Violet.”
Her brown eyes, dark with lust, stare into mine. “This is real? You’re real?”
“I’m real, angel. You can probably feel how real I am.”
