Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
He looks across the kitchen at Jasper and Felix. “They seem like good guys.”
“They are.”
He strokes my arm and nuzzles my neck. “I can see why you like them.”
“That’s nice of you to say. I’ve always thought the four of you had the potential to be friends.”
He murmurs a sound of vague agreement as we watch Nick mix both white and brown sugar and whiskey into mugs of coffee and top them with whipped cream.
We take our drinks back into the living room, where I lower the lights so we can better enjoy the twinkling bulbs of the Christmas tree, and put on soft holiday music to play in the background.
We settle into our same positions on the furniture, me between the Frosts on the couch. There’s another period of silence as we all sit sipping our coffee, and though it’s not as uncomfortable as it was earlier, I wonder aloud if we should open gifts.
Nick leans in and puts his arm around my shoulders, kisses the curve of my jaw and nuzzles my neck. “You’re the only gift I want to open.”
I laugh quietly, flattered but uneasy. Though there’s been some touching and kissing tonight, it’s generally happened while everyone else was busy doing things. Right now, we’re all sitting together with no distractions.
From my other side, Rudy strokes my arm. When I turn his way, he kisses me. It’s tender at first, then goes deeper, his hand cupping my chin, his lips soft and sensual.
Nick rubs my back, and when I part from Rudy, he turns my head back in his direction and covers my mouth with his, his tongue tangling with mine.
My nerves and inhibitions steadily fade away. I’m too full of good food, champagne and whiskey, and lust, to worry too much about what’s happening and whether the setting is appropriate for displays of affection.
I’m happy and the moment feels magical, so I decide to just go with it.
After a blissful minute or so, I get up and go over to Felix, who’s the closest Winter brother, and bend to wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls me into his lap, where he dips me backward and gives me a kiss that multiplies the butterflies already fluttering in my belly.
This really is a holiday miracle, a dream come true. All four of the men I love here together.
When I go to Jasper, he’s waiting with open arms. He pulls me into a warm embrace and takes a long, deep taste of my lips before playfully patting my bottom and sending me back toward the couch.
My voice is thick when I speak to all of them. “It means a lot to me that you’re all here together. I don’t want any of you to leave, and I don’t want anyone to feel awkward or left out. I just want all of us to feel good.”
Jasper nods once, his eyes dark. Rudy reaches for me, and another circuit begins, me going from brother to brother, man to man, kissing and being kissed, the others waiting patiently when I’m not with them.
The kisses get hotter and hands become more adventurous, and by the time I reach Jasper again, my skin is flushed and the hem of my blouse is halfway untucked from my skirt.
As the elder Winter brother kisses me, he undoes the top buttons of my blouse, one by one. Vaguely, I wonder if I should stop him, but I’m not sure I can say no to something I want this much.
Chapter 33
“We just want to make you happy,” Jasper says, his voice low and deep as he kisses the top of my neck and the curve of my jaw. “We want to make you feel good.” He trails lower, kissing the swell of my breasts as he opens the remainder of the buttons.
In an unexpected move, he turns me on his lap so that I’m facing the room, my back to him. As Felix, Nick, and Rudy all watch, Jasper slips my blouse from my shoulders, then slides a finger under one of my bra straps and moves it to the side, his mouth taking its place, kissing the newly-bared skin.
He repeats this on my other shoulder, slipping the second strap down, kissing me, then cupping my breasts from the bottom so that my cleavage presses up and threatens to spill over the top of the cups of my bra.
He’s going to reveal me to the other men, almost like he’s offering me up to them, and I’ve never felt more desirable. I can’t bear to meet their eyes, though. Instead, my head tips back as Jasper kisses and nibbles my neck, one side, then the other.
My pussy is tingling and my nipples have stiffened to tight peaks by the time he unhooks the clasp on my bra and bares me to the room. He takes one of my breasts in each of his hands, lifting me and displaying me, before his thumbs stroke over my nipples, gently pinching and twisting.