Let It Snow (2 page)

He missed being around Leo. His best friend had moved to Fort Glasgow in North Texas after being drafted to the Texas Highlanders hockey club, keeping a cabin in the Colorado mountains for the wintertime breaks.

“You might want to put a jacket on, hon. It’s starting to snow.”

“I’ll put one on when we get closer. It’s uncomfortable to sit here in a jacket.”

He ran his palm along the inside of her thigh, settling his hand on her leg. Anticipation of the next week had him both terrified and elated. But would Leo want to do this after ten years? Did he still have those urges for him, or was this going to be a wasted trip for them all?

~*~*~

Ever since they planned the trip to Leo’s cabin for the holidays, Brianna’s libido had been working overtime. Just the simple act of Garrett’s hand on her thigh was enough to make her squirm.

In fact, she’d even ambushed him the night before while he was packing and thoroughly distracted him. She closed her eyes and remembered the feel of his length filling her as he had fucked her into a frenzy. He always took care of her, always did whatever she wanted him to. He’d never turned her away.

But that wasn’t the purpose of this trip. Well, it sort of was. Garrett Zane and Leobardo Vasquez had been best friends forever. The two of them had been dancing around this for a long time. They’d just needed a little push. She had known Garrett would do it as soon as she’d asked for this trip.

Leo was six feet of sex appeal. Though Garrett had never shown an interest in men that she knew of, she hoped a weekend with his best friend would change that. After all, she found it hard to believe that they’d never experimented together before Garrett married her. In fact, she was fairly sure that sharing women wasn’t the only thing they’d shared by the looks they gave each other when they thought she wasn’t looking. The question was what happened to stop it?

 “Are you nervous?” Garrett asked, snapping her from her thoughts.

“A little,” she admitted.

It was the first time for Bri. She was always the plain vanilla girl when it came to sex. But Garrett had changed that for her, too, opened her eyes and made her curious. Was she nervous? Yes, but not the way he thought she was. She had no doubts she wanted to do this, but she wanted it to be good for Garrett. It was his Christmas present, after all. She was just worried that her plain vanilla background would fall flat.

 “We could forget it,” he suggested. “It’s not like I’m going to divorce you for not wanting my best friend.”

“No,” she shook her head. She knew that, but something in her still relaxed. “I want to be with both of you like that.” Nerves flittered through her as she spoke, the thought of seeing both men naked and horny for her almost too much for her. Her pussy was too empty, too wet. She needed to be filled.

His smile, with those cute little dimples, set her on fire. They were so at odds with his appearance, with his black hair spiked with red highlights. His torn jeans and faded Ramones tee made him look more like a punk rocker than a man in his thirties who tore apart computers for a living.

“You’re sure?” he asked. “I mean, you know I love you.”

“Absolutely.” She returned his smile.

“Okay, so you know it would be perfectly fine if you don’t want to go through with this.” The surety of his tone said he would indeed stop this if she was uncomfortable, but in his eyes, a harsh need for his best friend reigned.

“I know,” she sighed. “But we both need this.”

He laughed. “I don’t know about need.”

“I’m not stupid, Garrett. I see the way Leo looks at you. The way you look at him. There are feelings there beyond friendship.”

“This is for you, Bri.” The terse flatness of his statement just proved to her how wrong he was.

“Not just me,” she replied.

No, these two had been dancing around this attraction for years. Every time they saw each other, there was enough sexual tension to drive a tank through. She didn’t think that either of them noticed the vibes they put out.

She couldn’t blame Leo either. Everything about Garrett turned her on, every move he made ratcheted up her desire for him. He could be gentle and tender, driving her insane with lust, or he could hold her down and fuck her into oblivion, leaving her sore the next day. Both had its advantages and both left her completely happy.

Bri wondered how Leo would be as a lover. Would he be gentle and attentive, or would he take what he wanted? The idea was enough to leave her wet and wanting. She hoped this would work out.

“How much beer did you bring?” Garrett asked suddenly. His fingers wrapped tightly over the steering wheel. His nerves were radiating outward, pulsing like solar flares in the small car.

“None,” she said. “I don’t think we’ll need to get him drunk. You’ve done this with him before.”

“I know we’ve done it before,” he said. “Just thinking of how to break the news. It’s been ten years, and we’ve always been single when we shared. This is different.”

“How about… ‘Hey, Leo, my wife is fantasizing about you. Wanna fuck her?’”

Garrett chuckled, easing the tension his nerves were putting into the air. “You’re fantasizing about him? Are you that turned on by the idea?”

“You know it.” Her voice sounded so much more confident than she felt.  In fact, her face heated up as she spoke.

“Do you think about him when I fuck you?”

She frowned. That was an odd thing to say. Glancing at her husband, she was surprised to see his face was so serious, vulnerable. It broke her heart for him to think that he’d consider the idea that she would want his best friend while she was making love to him.

“Garrett, I think about you when you drill your cock into my wet pussy.” She took her voice down a sultry octave. “But sometimes, when we play with the toys, I think about what it would be like to have both of you inside me, like all those times you told me about.” She didn’t mention the dozens of times she’d fingered herself thinking about it, either.

“That’s hot, baby. I almost want to park the car and do you right here.” His hand clenched around her thigh, his need pouring into the contracted muscle.  “But then we’ll get in late and Leo will worry when it gets dark.” It almost looked like he had to force himself to let go of her thigh and relax his hand again.

She grinned, mischief skipping through her body. “Well, let’s see what trouble I can get into then.” She brushed her hand over Garrett’s crotch.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, hon,” he growled. She responded by giving his covered balls a soft squeeze and the car jerked forward. She giggled.

“Bri, hon, you’re going to make us crash.”

There was the sensible Garrett. She loved that Garrett, because he could budget, and keep her from spending their life savings on shoes. But right then? She didn’t want that Garrett. She wanted the impulsive one. The one who pulled her into the bushes in the park to strip her naked. The one not afraid to jump out of an airplane. She ran her hand over his covered bulge again. “Oh? Maybe we should stop.”

His response was a groan as she slipped the button free from his jeans and slid her hand into his boxers. She slid the zipper the rest of the way down with her other hand and pulled his cock free of his boxers. She stroked the hard flesh now that it was free, wetness glistening from the tip.

“Do you like that, baby?” she asked. His answer was a low rumbling moan. She giggled, and leaned over to lick the tip, the salty taste of his pre-come hitting her tongue. She wasn’t a huge fan of the taste, but the way Garrett’s grip on the steering wheel tightened when she did it made her hot.

“Fuck!” He jerked the wheel to the right. “Seriously, you’re going to get us killed.” The vein on the side of his reddened neck bulged out. She didn’t want them to crash, but it made her feel so powerfully feminine to know that she’d brought him that reaction.

He turned the wheel so they pulled off the road and parked the car. He reached for her as soon as he turned the engine off, but she didn’t let him move her.

“Baby…” He growled his warning, a low rumbly sound that only stroked her arousal.

Instead, she unbuckled and crawled over the center console, putting her knees on the passenger seat and her ass in the air. Anyone coming by would see her ass, but she didn’t care.

Slowly, she licked his cock’s head like a lollipop, moaning a little as she squeezed her own thighs together. The smooth skin was so tight over flesh as hard as diamonds.

“God, babe, that’s good,” he breathed. “Fuck me, that’s good.”

His hand rested on her head, stroking her hair reverently as she slid his cock into her mouth. He was so hard she saw the vein on the side, angry and purple. His other hand caressed her ass, rubbing circles around the globe of her cheek.

“Stop,” he whispered, then repeated louder. “Stop!” He took a moment to blow out a calming breath before he opened the driver’s side door. He held his jeans up around his hips as he walked around the car. She giggled as he pulled her door open.

“Out, now,” he ordered. She loved it when he took control. There was something about the subtle confidence in his voice, and the way he still managed to let her know he loved her at the same time.

She stepped out slowly, deliberately slow, intending to take her sweet time, but he would have none of it. His fingers pressed into her hips as he hauled her up and set her on the hood of the car. He wasted no time, yanking down her yoga pants to the ground, her black panties lumped in with the pants. The heat of the metal hood, combined with the biting cold air bit into her skin.  The metal bent with her weight. Her ass burned in direct contact with the metal, her body covered in goosebumps from the falling snow, but she wasn’t about to stop him. She needed everything he had to give.

His jeans slipped halfway down his hips, his cock sticking out at her like it knew exactly where she was. He pushed her knees apart and his finger slid along her slit. “Fuck, baby, you are so wet. Did it excite you to suck on my cock? Doing it where anyone passing by could have seen you?” His finger slid into her, pushing up inside her entrance. She arched her back, holding onto his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the firm muscles. “So fucking wet. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

She nodded, her voice gone, overtaken by her need to make love to him right there, and reached for his dick again, but he shook his head. “Oh, no, honey. This cock is done with your mouth for now.” He gripped her hips so hard she knew she’d have bruises as he positioned her on the side of the car. He pressed inside her in one thrust of his hips, and finally she found her voice, crying out in beautiful ecstasy.  She didn’t care that they were in broad daylight, that anyone driving by would see Garrett fucking her on the hood of the car. No, that wasn’t true. She did care. It fucking aroused the hell out of her.

His face was tense and concentrated as he slammed into her over and over. She slid a few times, unable to grip anything to stay on the car with the snow falling around them, but he didn’t give an inch.

The cold of the snow hitting her bare legs would have made her shiver if she wasn’t already burning with sexual heat. He let go of her hips and balanced his arms on the car as he doubled his thrusts. He fucked her thoroughly, and when she climaxed, he pounded her faster as she squeezed his hard flesh within her. Within a few moments, he grunted loudly and then his thrusts became erratic as his orgasm took him.

A moment later, he braced his arms on either side of her and kissed her gently. This was what she loved about him. His need led him to lose control, but her Garrett always came back to her, always showed her how much he loved her. He always took care of her.

“I love you,” he said against her lips. “So much, you little vixen. But one of these days, you’re going to kill us with a stunt like that.”

She giggled, and then moaned in disappointment as he pulled out of her. Fluids tickled her as he retrieved her underwear from where they’d fallen and handed them to her. She opted not to put them back on, since they were wet from the snow.

“Leo’s going to know exactly what a dirty girl you are when he gets his chance.”

Her legs felt like spaghetti as she pushed him off and jumped off the hood. She leaned against the car door for a moment before she opened the back door and rummaged through the bags to find a clean, dry pair of pants. It was another pair of yoga pants, these black with pink stripes down the length of the legs. She glanced at the small silver watch he’d given her for their anniversary the week before. “Ten minutes. See, baby? It didn’t take that long.”

He glared at her and playfully tried to reach for her, but she slipped around him. His eyes narrowed as he walked back around the car, buttoning his pants back up. “Trouble maker.”

He grinned and got in the car.

“You don’t seem to mind my troublemaking ways.”

When he got in the car, he wagged a warning finger at her. “No more, missy. Behave yourself until we get to the cabin.”

She stuck her tongue out at him as he started the car, giggling as he tried to grab it.

As he pulled back onto the road, she leaned back, her entire body relaxed and sated. For the moment. But the week was young, and Leo waited at the cabin.

Daylight had begun to fade as they pulled up to the cabin, casting an orange glow over the snowy landscape. The sun’s rays framed the trees and the cabin from behind. It was picturesque, straight out of a resort magazine. Garrett could see why Leo would love this place so much.

He glanced to the passenger seat. Poor Bri had crashed after their sudden stop, which made him feel both guilty and elated because he liked wearing her out. He also liked when she slept in the car, because then she didn’t criticize his driving or try to touch him. He’d stopped briefly to get a blanket for her from the back, but otherwise he’d enjoyed the quiet, relaxing afterglow of sex.

Garrett turned off the car and leaned over. He touched her cheek, a soft sigh escaped her lips. God, that was sexy too. He’d been surprised when she admitted to fantasizing about Leo. He didn’t think she’d had that level of kink in her. Sure, she liked to try new things with him, but letting another man touch her? He hadn’t thought it would happen.