Thawing the Ice (2 page)

“There’s a hiccup in that plan.”
She glanced down, mortified. Did thirty-year-old virgins even exist anymore?
She belonged encased in glass, in a museum.

“We’re not trying to rush you into
anything.” Casey waved his hand, and she smiled. More sensitive than Ryan, he’d
always been the one to smooth things over when Ryan ruffled feathers.

“I’ve never done this before,” she
said, relieved once the truth was out.

“Dating two men at once? It’s okay,
I don’t think it’s the norm.” Casey smiled.

“No.” She cleared her throat,
feeling like her face had been doused in gasoline and set on fire. ”I’m a
virgin.”

Ryan’s jaw dropped, and Casey’s
eyes became the size of dinner plates.

“Oh, baby, we are never going to
let you go,” Ryan said. “Deep down, every man wants to be his woman’s first,”
Ryan said.

“And we plan on being your last,”
Casey added.

Overwhelmed by maleness, she looked
from Ryan to Casey, dazed. They wanted commitment. The conviction turned her
on. She wanted to rub her body against theirs like a female in heat.

“We can show you how good it can
be.” Ryan ran his thumb over her full lower lip. Who knew a man could bring her
to her knees with the lightest of touches? She sucked the tip into her mouth.
He inhaled sharply. “You understand you’re playing with fire?” Ryan said,
licking his lips. She took his finger deeper, and he moaned.

“I think she’s ready to get a
little taste of what’s to come.” Casey moved in and cupped her breast. Her body
tingled, and she arched her back, thrusting her aching breasts further into
Casey’s hands.

“Do you trust us, baby?” Ryan
asked.

She glanced up at him and nodded.
These men had kept her going over the past six months. They held her when she
cried, and gave her tough love when she would’ve laid in bed all day, drowning
in her sorrow. The trust she held for them outweighed the fear that made her
want to run.

***

Ryan studied Leighton cautiously.
She’d always been a gentle soul, regardless of her ability to hang with the
boys. The only child of a widower, she’d been raised side by side with Casey
and him, practically family until she hit twenty-five. The day she walked in
dressed from head to toe in body-hugging clothing, they realized their partner
in crime was damn sexy. It’d been funny at first, being knocked on their asses.
Then the feelings continued to grow, leaving them both in an awkward position.
No game of paper, scissors, rock could ever determine who had the right to date
her, and neither had been ready to settle down.

Leighton Pulver was an ever-after
kind of woman. So they’d put her up on a shelf, a beautiful object they didn’t
dare touch for fear of breaking. Then Carl died, and everything changed. It
seemed only natural that she come and stay with them. It gave her a safe place
to heal, and allowed her to avoid returning to the place where she almost lost
her life, along with her father. The first few months of grieving they’d
focused on getting her back on her feet, showering her with support and
understanding.

With no family to speak of, she
became theirs. As they fell into an easy rhythm, Ryan and Casey began to
realize how deep-seated that possessiveness ran. Ryan nipped her finger and smirked
when she took a shaky breath, determined not to let her head smother the flames
that sparked between the three of them. Casey massaged her melon-sized breasts,
and she purred like a cat. Ryan’s cock strained against his pants.

“Can we take you to our loft, Lei?”
Ryan placed a hand on the small of her back, letting Casey work his magic. When
she’d moved into the home they shared, they shifted things around, bunking
together in a larger room upstairs so she could have the master downstairs.

“Mm hmm.” The dreamy sound made
Ryan’s chest swell.

“Open those brown eyes, doll. I
need to hear you say it,” Ryan said, drinking in the beautiful sight of her
awash with passion. Her lids fluttered, batting her ridiculously long, black
lashes. Her eyes were electric, a soft brown that glowed with enough passion to
match what he felt inside.

“Yes, I want you to take me to your
loft.” The husky quality of her voice was new to him. He glanced over at Casey,
who nodded and stepped back.

“No,” Leighton whimpered.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’re going to
take good care of you.” Ryan scooped her up, and she squirmed.

“Put me down, you’ll hurt your
back.”

“Hush, woman. The only straining I
aim to do is between those luscious thighs you keep hidden because it’s below
zero.” Ryan gave her a mock scowl, pleased when she smiled up at him. His Lei
had curves that wouldn’t quit, an ample rack, and a perfect heart-shaped ass.
Her body might not be the height of society standards, but it brought him and
Casey to her altar to worship. As cold as it was here, a man wanted something
of substance to cuddle up next to. He climbed the familiar stairwell, sure life
would never be the same.

He reached the upper deck, and
found himself thankful for Casey’s OCD tendencies for the first time in his life.
No sloppy mess of clothing and rumpled beds to be embarrassed about had them
off to a good start. Ryan made the executive decision to sit her on the edge of
his bed and took a seat to her left as Casey sat to her right.

“We don’t want to do anything to
make you uncomfortable,” Casey said, taking the pressure of word maneuvering
off Ryan’s plate. As the co-owners of their family’s lodge, Casey handled
customers, and he did the bills and management. Ryan could give orders. It was
the small talk that felt like having teeth pulled.

“I want it.” Leighton kept her head
down, toying with the blanket, and Ryan smiled.

“Lei, are you embarrassed?” He
placed his pointer finger under her chin and guided her head up until she met
his gaze.

“Yes. I mean, it’s not normal,
wanting two men, brothers no less.” Her words were so low he strained to hear
her.

“Normal’s relative,” Ryan said.

She huffed and rolled her eyes.

“What he’s doing a horrible job of
saying is, according to who? This isn’t some one-night-stand or strangers
driven by lust and the urge to try something new. You know us, Lei.” Casey
massaged one of her creamy brown thighs barley covered by his t-shirt in her
seated position. Ryan mirrored him, placing his hand in the same spot on the
opposite leg.

“You’re skin’s like silk. So soft.”
He moved his hand up inch by inch.

Her breathing increased.

“I know we can do this, Lei. We
never would’ve started it if we weren’t ready to take it all the way,” Casey
said, moving in closer.

“W-what does that mean?” Lei asked.

“What do you want it to mean?” Ryan
paused at the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. He ran his finger back and
forth over the sensitive strip.

“I…don’t—”

Ryan skimmed the side of her
panties. “Yes, you do. You just don’t want to admit it.” He breached the cotton
barrier and groaned. “You’re so wet for us right now, your nipples are rock
hard, and I can smell how much you want it. We all know this is for keeps. Why
waste time pretending?”

“Ry—an.” She stretched the last two
syllables of his name like taffy. He shot Casey a triumphant grin.

“Say it, baby,” Ryan encouraged
her.

“I want this for as long as we can
keep it going,” Lei said.

Casey leaned in and traced her
trembling lips with his tongue. The sight of his best friend giving the woman
Ryan loved pleasure felt right. “We promised we’d always take care of you,
didn’t we?” Casey said, capturing her lips. Her lids slammed shut, and she
reached up to bury her fingers in his brothers’ collar-length, brown hair.
Assured of her acceptance, Ryan dragged a finger between her wet lips. Her hips
bucked off the bed.

“Damn, baby, you’re a live wire.”
Ryan removed his fingers and hooked two under the elastic, removing the thin
barrier between him and the pussy he’d wanted to taste for the past five years.
Her pussy was trim and damp. He parted her lips to reveal her glistening pink
petals. His mouth watered.

“Casey, look at how pretty our girl
is.”

Casey glanced down, and Ryan spread
Lei’s legs wider. Casey moaned, and Ryan smirked. “Gorgeous, isn’t she? And I’m
going to be the first one to sample it.”

“Ryan.” Her needy croak made his
dick jump in his pants.

“That’s right, baby, I’m the one
between your legs right now.” Ryan nipped her inner thighs, and she gasped. He
tasted a hint of the slick honey that crept down her upper thigh, and he licked
his lips. “You taste so good, baby, just like I thought you would.”

Casey pulled her shirt up and
latched on to her breast, clearing the path for their eyes to meet. Ryan kissed
his way up to her core, lost in the amber pools of her eyes. He touched his
tongue to her clit. She clutched Casey’s hair with one hand and balled the
comforter in her other hand. He gripped her thighs and circled her entrance,
saturated in her unique flavor.

“Oh, Ryan, Casey.” Their names
blurred together as she repeated them, a desperate chant. He pierced her slick
entrance and her walls clutched him like a greedy lover. The thought of her
sheath gripping his dick made him groan.

“Oh, shit.” She rolled her hips,
seeking more penetration, and he nuzzled her core. Her thighs jerked, and he
removed his hands.
That’s it, baby, wrap those stems around me
. Enclosed
in the prison of her legs, he lifted her firm ass and plundered her unchartered
depths. Blood roared in his ears. Her hand crept down to grip the back of his
head. He hummed, loving her aggression. She rode his tongue, and he doubled his
speed.

“I’m going to come, going to come.”
Her muscles flexed, and her body tensed. A guttural cry filled the room, and
she came, hard.

Ryan pulled away and licked his
lips. “You need to taste her, bro.”

Casey smirked, slid his hand down
her rounded belly, and pierced her center with a finger. He brought the finger
up to his mouth and moaned.

“We’re never going to get enough of
you, Leighton,” Casey said.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?”
Ryan asked, crawling up to lay beside her as she caught her breath.

She shook her head no, and he
grinned. “Then let me be the first to introduce you then.” He cupped her face
and slid his tongue between her lips, tracing the interior of her walls. She
sucked his tongue into her mouth, and he groaned.
Always full of surprises
.
They separated for air. She whimpered. He glanced down to see Casey fingering
her gently.

“You’re so tight, babe. We’re going
to have to loosen you up,” Casey said.

“So good, Case.”

Ryan pinched a pert nipple, rolling
its twin between his fingers. The fat drops of chocolate stood out against her
caramel-hued skin. He flicked the pebble, almost expecting it to taste like
chocolate. The sensual sounds spilling from her mouth had him ready to blow. He
released her nipple and stood, shedding his clothing.
Casey should be the
one to take her virginity. He’s gentle.
Lei writhed on the bed, clutching
the covers. Ryan palmed his aching cock and began to stroke. Lei turned her
head toward him, pinning him with her glassy-eyed gaze. Her pink tongue darted
out, and he gripped his base harder.

“I want to taste you, Ryan.”

She propped herself up on her
elbows and opened her mouth in welcome. The erotic picture sent drops of pre-cum
rolling down his dick. He paused beside the bed, and she leaned forward,
circling the tip of his dick with her tongue. Her stiff tongue delved into his
slit and retreated, trailing down his length. His nerves stretched taut.

“Tease,” Ryan rasped. Casey
chuckled. A slurping noise followed. Leighton cried out.

“You’re outnumbered, baby, “Ryan
said.

She narrowed her eyes and sucked
him into her mouth in retaliation. His breath caught, and he wound his fingers
in her thick, black, spiral curls. Encased in her moist heat, he was unable to
hold back. She took him deep. Her moans of enjoyment and the pleased look in
her eyes had him ready to paint her throat white. He gritted his teeth.

“Shit. Gonna come, baby.”

“Mhmm.” She nodded, smiling around
him as she sucked him harder. His balls drew up, and his muscles tensed. He
moved to pull out.

“Uh-uh.” She squinted in
disapproval.

“Oh God, you want me to come in
your mouth?” Ryan said.

Her throaty purr did him in, and he
exploded. Leighton downed all he had to offer, and licked her lips.
This is
the woman I want to be with for the rest of my life.

Chapter Two

In the span of an hour, everything
had changed. Casey licked his lips as he peered down at the sleeping woman
sprawled across the bed. Brown limbs stood out against the white cotton sheets
and the tan hue of his brother’s skin. Ryan had her wrapped in his arms as he
spooned her, and she faced him. Casey traced her curves, ready for round two.
After her second orgasm, her eyelids had dropped, and they’d taken pity,
tucking her in the warm cocoon of their body heat. It felt right having her in
the middle as if she’d always been there, a bridge to bring the three of them
closer. Propped on his elbow, Casey took his time, slowly exploring and
arousing. She mewled in her sleep, and he smirked around her turgid nipple,
giving it another long pull.

“Oh.”

He kneaded her belly gently and
continued down between her legs. Wetness coated his fingers.

“Always so wet, my little love. You
were made for us, I think.” Casey licked a path down her cleavage, and she
gripped his hair, moaning. He eased a finger inside her tense sheath and began
to stretch her gently.

“C-Casey.”

He peered up and smiled. “Rise and
shine, little love, it’s time for part two of your education. Are you ready to
have us inside you?”