I slid my hands up her sides, palms following every line of her until I reached her breasts. She let her head fall back on my shoulder, offering her neck, offering everything, and I dipped in to taste her again. Ethan kissed her harder, his thumb sweeping her cheek as if he needed to feel every inch he was touching.
Her hands never stopped. One stroking Ethan, the other squeezing me, switching pressure, testing reactions like she already knew our tells. The windows blurred with our breath.The storm battered outside. Through it all, the three of us stayed locked together, greedy hands, mouths finding new places to land in the dim light.
She turned her head toward me then, guiding my mouth to hers. Ethan kept kissing down her collar bone while she kissed me, her fingers tightening around both of us.
When she broke the kiss, she kept both hands on us, breath shaking its way out of her as she looked between us. “I want you now. Both of you.”
And we were only happy to oblige.
Ethan stretched out on his back, his legs taking up most of the seat. Maren lifted her chin and crawled over him, planting her hands on his chest. The sight hit me low and hard, making my cock twitch. She moved with intention, steady and sure, hair spilling forward as she aligned herself above him.
I fit myself behind her, one leg on the floor, the other bent between both hers and Ethan’s. I circled her hips with my palms, and slapped her ass hard. The sharp sound mixed with her cry of surprise, and made me even harder. Her skin burned under my hands compared to the icy air trying to seep through the doors. Ethan exhaled under her, eyes gone dark as he slid his fingers over her clit.
The windows fogged thicker. Heat climbed. Maren pushed her ass back into me and leaned down toward him. She wanted us both. At the same time. And the sound she made when I teased her hole damn near shorted out what little restraint I had left.
Even in the low light, I could make out the way her pussy juice slicked her thighs. I took two fingers and played with her, taking turns circling her entrance and sliding between her folds. Until I was soaked with her.
“Hmm, you’re so fucking wet.” I slipped the tip of my finger into her ass, leaving behind most of her wetness. The rest I coated over my dick as I brought it up against her.
She leaned back and sank down at the same time, a long, ragged moan filling the cabin as she took Ethan’s cock. He lifted his hips and thrust in all the way, holding her at the perfect angle for me. I bit down on my lip, fingertips buried into the soft flesh of her hips, as all my focus and restraint pooled into the slow, careful push that the moment asked for.
God, she was so tight, I almost came the instant my tip slid inside. Ethan filling her pussy didn’t help, or helped a hell of a lot, depending on who was asked. I groaned loudly, willing myself to keep it together long enough so we could all enjoy this.
“With me,” Ethan grunted, and he wasn’t talking to Maren.
I nodded abruptly, my breath coming in quick, hard pants. She put her arms out, palms flat on the window to steady herself as we pulled out at the same time, and a breath later, thrust into her again. It took one more try, and we’d found our rhythm, moving in tandem as Maren whimpered and beat at the window. Taking both of us like this meant she didn’t have much freedom to move like she wanted, but goddamn the slight roll of her hips that she did manage…
“FFFuuuck…”
Her body was fire under my hands, the heat radiating off her skin making the car feel impossibly small. Every arch, every shiver, pressed her closer into me, and I could feel the way she responded to Ethan too, subtle movements that drew me in tighter. Her breath hitched, catching in strangled little bursts that vibrated through me.
She let out a soft, gasping laugh, a sound that made my stomach clench and my pulse spike in the best kind of way. Herfingers curled into my shoulders, dragging, pressing, urging, and I had to fight not to lose myself in the sensation of her, the way she moved instinctively, unselfconsciously, letting us read her body like an invitation we’d been given without words.
My hands mapped the planes of her body, memorizing every curve, every tremor, every sigh she let slip. I had to grit my teeth, fight the coil tightening low in my stomach, because feeling her like this, hearing her breathe, sensing how close she was, was almost unbearable. I had to slow my own responses, pace myself, or I’d lose control too soon.
Her heat was contagious, the way she moved against both of us making it impossible to think straight. I swallowed against a groan, trying to ground myself in the sensations without letting them topple me entirely. It was a fight I wasn’t sure I could win. The storm outside pounded against the glass, but inside, it was just her, just us, and the pressure building between restraint and surrender.
She shivered again, and I leaned in, letting my mouth ghost along her shoulder, nipping, tasting, feeling her respond. The decadent sounds spilling out of her drove me, pulled me taut, and I realized that there was no controlling it, no holding back. Not when she was right here, all of her fire and want pressed into me.
Her shivers became wracking, unstoppable, and the soft whimpers she’d been letting slip escalated into cries that rattled the small space of the SUV. Her body arched, a wild, urgent tremor pulsing through her, and instinctively, she clamped down around me. I groaned, teeth clenched, the tension coiling in my stomach and unraveling all at once as she dragged me over the edge with her.
Ethan’s grunt vibrated through the space, his own release mirrored in the heat that pressed against me. The three ofus shuddered together, the world narrowing to the slick press of skin, the frantic rhythm of her movements, and the storm battering the windows. Breath clouded the glass, mingling with the sound of our ragged exhalations, the heat inside the car clinging to every inch of us.
When it passed, it left a raw, pulsing aftershock in my veins, our bodies slick, trembling, and pressed close. Every nerve felt alive, hypersensitive to the faintest shift, every heartbeat a reminder of how utterly she’d pulled us in, and how completely we’d given ourselves over in that tight, enclosed space.
27
Maren
The tree smelled faintly of pine, fresh and bright, and I knelt on the rug, helping the kids untangle strings of lights. Will carefully held the strand steady, grumbling under his breath. “These things are impossible. Who invented tangled lights?”
“Some sort of cruel holiday genius,” I teased, winding the cord around my hand. “Maybe it’s a secret Christmas test to see if we’re worthy of magic.”
Emma rolled her eyes dramatically. “Everybody knows there’s no such thing as magic. It’s just a trick.”
“I can help,” Adrian offered, crouching beside her with a mischievous grin. “Let’s see if my tricks can turn you into a believer.”
He reached for the lights, and the two of them ended up in a wrestling match with the cord, Emma shrieking with laughter every time Adrian tried to pull a knot loose. I couldn’t help giggling, helping Will carefully drape lights along the branches.
