Tate’s hand settles at my waist, and Landon watches us for a second before he steps closer, crowding my space from the other side. I’m boxed in by heat and muscle.
“You smell like firewood,” Landon murmurs, leaning in enough that his breath skims my ear.
“And you smell like cold,” I whisper back.
Levi laughs softly from behind us. “God, get a room.”
Tate’s hand tightens on my hip a fraction. “We’re already in one.”
Levi looks at me and winks. “I’m taking the first shower before I lose feeling in my toes.”
Then he purposely makes himself scarce, his smirk as he leaves a promise that I’m his later tonight, and I can’t wait. A slightly jealous Levi is a lot of fun, especially when he has a point to prove, and I 100% approve of the resulting orgasms.
He disappears down the hallway, and when the bathroom door closes, Tate moves closer.
“You okay?” Tate asks.
I nod. “I know how I can warm you both up. It’s a game I like to call: one girl, two holes,” I say, surprisingly keeping a straight face, and both men laugh.
I step back just enough to look at them properly, then pull Tate’s oversized hoodie over my head and drop it onto the floor. I have nothing underneath, and both of their eyes go wide.
“Come with me,” I say.
Landon lifts me quickly and throws me over his shoulder, grabbing a handful of my ass as he takes off down the hall to his and Tate’s room. The cabin only has two bedrooms, and Landon would have killed Levi if he and Tate shared, and there is no way Levi and Landon would have survived sharing a bed.
Tate shuts the door behind us, while Landon slides me down his body, his hands finding my waist. I tilt my head back slightly, leaning back to rest it against Tate’s chest. His hand slides up my side, sending a shiver through me that has nothing to do with the cold.
Landon brushes his knuckles along my jaw, tipping my face toward his. “You sure?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m sure.”
Tate leans down, his mouth near my ear. “Then let us take care of you.”
The way he saysusmakes my knees go weak.
Landon’s mouth traces along my shoulder while Tate’s hands run down my waist.
My body responds to the way they touch me. I need more, and I don’t want to wait.
Tate’s mouth finds the curve of my neck, and his hands slide over my hips, while Landon has switched to skimming his fingers across my stomach.
“Tell us if you need to stop,” he murmurs.
“I need you both.”
They move together without speaking, Landon turning to the bedside table to pull out the lube and condoms. He throws them onto the bed, and both Tate and I focus on him as he gets undressed. Once Landon is naked, Tate takes my hand and leadsme to the bed, encouraging me to sit down. Then Landon moves in behind Tate and lets me watch as he removes Tate’s clothes—I have never found a sight so right in my life.
Tate climbs onto the bed first and moves to sit with his back against the headboard. I crawl over to him and straddle his waist, his cock jutting up between us. Wrapping my hand around the base, I guide it to my pussy, then slide straight down, needing him inside me.
“Fuck, Abby, you feel so good,” he groans.
“She is about to feel so full,” Landon says, getting onto the bed and kneeling behind me.
Tate grabs me by the hips and shimmies himself into a horizontal position, while Landon presses a hand to my back. He then squirts some lube onto my ass and uses his cock to spread it around.
“Stop fucking around—I want you inside me,” I demand, and Landon chuckles.
His cock presses against my hole; the pressure has me gritting my teeth.
