Page 77 of Snow Balled

Oh my.

My head swam, but my body reacted. My pulse sped up and my nipples hardened as I melted under him. I had to reach my arms back to support myself. Otherwise, I would’ve fallen back onto the bed. But I wasn’t ready for that just yet.

I wondered what the other two thought, watching Carter kiss me. But then conscious thought faded as he deepened the kiss. It felt so damn good. Like a secret connection between us, even though we weren’t alone.

My only regret was that Carter and I had wasted a week tiptoeing around each other when things could’ve been this good.

At last, he tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth and then pulled away. He smiled when he straightened up. “How was that?”

“Good.” I licked my swollen lips and revised my answer. “Reallygood.”

“I’m glad. How about one more try, for posterity?” He jerked his chin in Drew’s direction, and I nodded. He was the only one I hadn’t kissed. I cringed when I remembered how I’d stopped him from kissing me that night we came together. I’d thought I wouldn’t like it.

I was wrong.

I walked over to the side of the bed where Drew sat, and his eyes lit up. He had on a brown sweater that had always looked so soft to me. I sat down on the edge of the bed next to him and gave into the urge to stroke my fingers down his arm.

Drew cupped my face in his hands, and I wasn’t sure I deserved the way he looked at me—but it made my heart sing anyway. His kiss was soft and less insistent than Carter’s, but it felt just as good. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close as he took his time exploring my mouth. His hand slid down my body and stroked my bare thigh, sending shivers through me.

When he finally pulled away, I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds more, savoring the magic.

Carter chuckled. “Yep, I think she likes it.”

I smiled as I opened my eyes and found Tristan. “I had a good teacher.”

He reached one hand across the bed, and I had to lean all the way forward to touch my fingers to his.

“Would you like to lie back on the pillows?” he asked.

I nodded, feeling shy again. But maybe I wouldn’t if I wasn’t the only one. “Will you, too?”

“Of course,” Tristan said. “Tonight’s all about you.”

I scooted my way to the middle of the bed, well aware that the movements made the large dress shirt I was wearing bunch up. But then Drew was there, adjusting the pillows behind me. He stretched out beside me and stroked my hair away from my face. Tristan settled in on my other side, reaching a long finger out to trace my lips.

Carter seemed to know that I felt a little self-conscious, because he blew out a few of the candles. The darkness felt more intimate, but I could still see a little.

The bed shifted as Carter crawled onto it, his long limbs straddling mine. “Do you think you’d like being kissed all over?”

Oh god. My gulp was audible across the room. I’d thought about it. Wondered how it might feel, but I’d experienced it. I’d never pretended to onscreen. It certainly wasn’t part of the sex scene I’d filmed last year. Action stars like Aiden Hunt didn’t go down on women.

But apparently, these guys did.

“We can take it as slow as you’d like,” Tristan whispered in my ear. His hand settled on my stomach, pressing the silky shirt against my heated skin. My muscles tensed up until I filled my lungs with a deep breath.

Drew slid a finger along my collarbone, tracing along the top of my breasts. I moaned as he slid his finger along my cleavage. When he got to the first button that was fastened, he gave it a little tug. “May I?” he whispered.

Not quite trusting my voice, I nodded as my body trembled in anticipation.

Drew undid one button, spreading the two halves of the shirt wider, kissing my breast just above the bra cup. Then he undid another button, and Tristan kissed me on the other side.

My hips ground in little circles as anticipation filled me. Drew and Tristan took turns kissing and nibbling on my breasts until all the buttons were undone and the shirt fell open.

Carter gave a low whistle as he gazed at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The intensity of his voice made my face flush with pleasure.

Tristan cupped my breast, squeezing it through the fabric of the cup. It felt so good that I instinctively turned toward him, and he nuzzled my neck. Drew caressed my other breast and I didn’t know which way to turn.

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