Page 15 of Their Little Snow Angel
Her lips curve upward in a smile and she presses them to my mouth.
Brody, not wanting to be left out, grips her ponytail and directs the kiss for a moment before moving behind her to cup her tits. He tugs down her bikini top and plays with her beneath the water, his movements hidden by the bubbles.
She gasps and pulls back from the kiss so she can grind against me. Fucking hell, I’m going to come right away if we don’t slow down. I move her so she’s straddling one of my legs instead of my cock.
I guide her hips. “Rub back and forth, little angel. Take what you need.”
“I need your cocks,” she says as she moves.
I kiss and suck at her neck, finding a place below and behind her ear that makes her shiver.
“You want our cocks?” Brody asks.
“Need them—I need them.”
“Say please, angel.” Brody’s voice is a growl.
A cold wind whips the heat away from the hot tub. Snow begins swirling over the deck.
“Please,” she gasps.
“Soon.” I pull back, sucking as I go. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough that she feels it. “The storm’s coming in. Time to go inside.”
Violet
Brody gets out of the tub first. He grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist. Then he holds a second towel out for me. Heath helps me out of the tub and into Brody’s arms.
The freezing air yanks away all the heat I’d felt in the tub and I start to shiver.
Brody wraps the towel around me. He leads me inside while Heath replaces the hot tub cover, anchoring it down with the extra straps my dad had installed to keep it from ripping away in a storm.
The dark clouds are now overhead, snow swirling.
I’m already shivering, but I can’t leave Heath out there. “We should help Heath?—”
“He’s already done,” Brody says as the door opens and Heath steps inside, carrying their clothes.
Brody passes me to Heath, who drops their clothes and wraps his big arms around me, over the towel. He rubs up and down, warming my skin. Brody goes to the fireplace and lights the logs that one of them already set up.
Brody pats the rug next to him in front of the fire. “Come over here and get warm, angel.”
I’m not an angel. But I like it when they call me that.
I sit next to Brody on the rug and allow the heat from the building fire to warm me.
“Which bag should I bring down?” Heath asks.
“The purple one,” Brody says before I can answer. “Be careful—the zipper’s broken.”
Heath grins. “Be right back.”
I watch him walk up the stairs, his back muscles flexing, the fluffy gray towel hugging his impressive ass.
Brody turns his attention to me. “Heath and I are bossy during sex. Are you okay with that?”
My legs clench involuntarily. Apparently I am very okay with that. “Yeah.”
“We want to take care of you and make you behave. We get off on the power dynamic.” He pulls apart the towel corners, where he’d tucked them together at my chest. “I think you might enjoy that power dynamic, too. Are you willing to try it?”
