Page 75 of Winter Wishlist
The grin splitting Henri’s face is pure wickedness. Reid’s hand sinks into his hair, tugging on the roots as he takes a moment to recalibrate. His focus zeros in on the place where I keep my knees firmly shut, but allow my ankles to slide together. It’s not hard to pretend. I truly am squirming; the ache between my thighs has my pussy clenching in response.
“I think we might need you to show us some options,” Henri says, voice gone husky.
That’s my man. Immediately playing along with my game, knowing that this is going to be one hell of a good time, not only when it comes to spoiling Reid for Christmas, but also for the two of us.
Giving them a studious look, I flip my book shut and slip off the couch. “Well, I suppose it all depends on what you’re in the mood for.” Crossing the room to where those giant bookshelves are filled with an array of spines, it gives me the perfect setting to play out this game. “Are you seeking for something of a certainlength…” I reach out and run my fingers along the neatly ordered row of dust jackets. “Or are you more interested indepth?”
As I choose to linger on a particular book, my fingertip tugs at the top, gently pulling it toward me, before I slowly push it back in. My lashes flutter heavily, my gaze drops to the side, andI take a moment to slowly wet my lips. I’m no skilled seductress or natural vixen, but they make me feel like I’m putting on the perfect show. Their massive frames crowd me from both sides, eagerness and attentiveness rolling off them as their heat surrounds me.
One thing about our relationship is that we’re forever at risk of overheating. These two are like their own twin-furnace situation. I’ve lost count of the number of nights I’ve woken up drenched in sweat with their heavy limbs draped over me, gasping for a drink of cold water and needing to fling the windows open.
I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Here and now, they set my pulse racing in record time. Henri leans one arm up high on the solid wooden shelves, and Reid is so close I’m sure his fingers just grazed the soft frilly hem of my skirt. I’m already a mess, my stomach filled with fluttering wings, desire blossoming into a throbbing ache at my core.
There’s no end to how deeply I love both of them, how I love the way they love each other.
“I think the big guy would like something thick… the perfect girth to hit that spot. Something pretty on the outside, with the ability to leave him seeing stars when it delivers just the right amount ofplot…” One of Henri’s tattooed hands reaches out to curl a strand of my hair around his forefinger.
The flash of his silver rings will forever leave my knees buckling, I swear to God.
“What sort of pace would you prefer?” My breath comes out in shallow pants as I definitely feel Reid’s fingers slip beneath my skirt. He brushes a soft stroke over the curve of my ass and curses beneath his breath when he doesn’t find anything there except for the string between my cheeks.
“Oh, I know he likes it to be delivered over and over… a nice, slow and steady rhythm, chapter after chapter.” Henri’s words are right at my ear, gusting against my skin.
My nipples tighten, breasts growing heavy and full under the intensity of their dual focus.
Henri’s too good at games like this. It’s taken all of a few minutes, and he’s assumed control. All I needed to do was start the engine, he’ll confidently slip behind the wheel and drive us into a Christmas Eve we won’t forget.
That man can call the shots all day and all night, please and thank you.
“We might not have a book to fit your needs, since we’ve sold out of almost everything.” I gasp, blood pounding in my ears as Henri gently tugs on my hair. A move he knows will have a direct connection to leave my clit pulsing and begging. “It’s nearly Christmas day, and I’m the only one working in the bookstore… I’m allalone.” As I say it, I let my voice drop into a hushed whisper, a confession for their ears only.
“Is she saying she can’t satisfy our needs?” Henri directs his attention to Reid, who I’m not sure if he’s gone completely catatonic, or is just playing along with the gruff, silent cowboy routine. Maybe a little of both. It’s sweet and insanely hot at the same time. “Now, that won’t do, will it,mon grand?”
Reid swallows, then makes a ragged, ravenous noise. “We don’t want to leave here empty-handed. What else can you give us?”
My heart does a little frolic with glee that he’s playing along. Not that I didn’t expect him to, but out of the two of them, he’s more likely to prefer kicking back while letting me be the one to tease and put on a performance. My cowboy loves to enjoy the show, rather than play a starring role.
“I’m sorry…” I peek at him from behind my lashes. “I don’t know how to make it up to both of you. I want all my customersto be taken care of. Two strong men like you deserve extra special attention, especially at this time of year.”
Henri strikes, wrapping my ponytail around his fist, before tugging my head back. I barely stifle a horny gasp, instead feeding him a sultry little whimper. He dips his head and narrows those gorgeous eyes of his on mine. “Looks like you’re going to have to show us just howsorryyou are instead.”
I wet my lips, humming an agreement. “Anything. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” The smirk in Henri’s voice is so dangerous. “In that case… Eyes closed. Put your hands against the shelves. Donotmove.”
Of course, I do as he says. My hands fly to the lip of the shelf just above my head height, my eyes slam shut, goosebumps flurry down my arms. Everything about playing out this fantasy is so delicious, I bite down on my bottom lip to keep the far too desperate noises I truly want to make sealed away. For now, at least.
A subtle rasp of material at the top of my head is accompanied by a slight pressure on my crown. The bow tied around my ponytail is undone with a sensually slow tug. I’m outright panting when Henri’s rings and firm touch drag my wrists together, briefly moving me into the correct position so that he can bind my hands. He sinks a finger between the ribbon and my flesh to check it’s not too tight, then disappears. It’s hard to tell over how loudly my heartbeat pounds in my ears, but I’m pretty sure he lets out a smug laugh under his breath.
I hear the two of them move around the room for a few minutes. Stella’s nails pitter-patter across the hardwood floor, and I can only imagine her sweet little face looking at her two dads with a weary sigh that we’re evicting her from the living room. She can’t complain too much, mind you. Her secondfavorite place to snooze is being sprawled on our custom-built giant bed when things out here get a little… spirited.
Long strides come closer. I know immediately it’s Reid, from his steady presence, to his scent, to the way he goddamn eclipses me with his bulk, covering my spine. His strong arms encase me, and I can just picture how we look, him bracketing me in with both palms resting on the shelf as he dips his head, lips brushing against my neck.
“Fuck my life, sugar,” he murmurs, briefly dropping the facade of our game. “You having fun?” Those words are hot and wet, yet softly spoken against the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“A little too much.” I let the warm glow of arousal and happiness reach my lips, grinning so that he’ll be able to see my expression, all while keeping my eyes sealed shut.
