Page 71 of Snowed In with Benefits

Fuck, she feels amazing. She’s still pulsing from an orgasm and she wraps her legs tightly around me, drawing me in as deep as I’ll go. The feeling of her after Emmett, still stretched and trembling, still clenching in the aftershocks, is almost too much. Groaning, I fuck her like this, little thrusts, lots of touching. My hands run up her body to cup her breasts and she whimpers. I stroke her hair out of her sweaty face and kiss her. She shoves her hands into my hair and pulls me against her mouth desperately, eagerly, like she’s been waiting this whole time for me to come back.

I know that’s not the case. She was just as lost in Beau, just as consumed by Emmett. I saw it. I watched it happen. But the way she’s kissing me right now, the way her fingers are tangled in my hair and her legs are locked around my waist and her whole body is pressed against mine like she’s trying to climb inside me, it feels like I’m the only one. It feels like I’ve always been the only one.

I know it’s not true. I let myself feel it anyway.

She’s whimpering and panting and her belly is heaving and I can tell that she’s close. I press my fingers to her clit and draw circles on it while she bucks against me, cresting the wave, squeezing around me. Shit. That’s enough. I’m not ready to come yet. If I come now, this is over for me, and I’m not ready for it to be over.

I tag Beau in again. He’s been stroking himself, patiently waiting his turn, his eyes on her face. There’s something about watching her expressions that undoes him. I’ve noticed it before, the way he tracks every flicker of pleasure across her features like he’s memorizing them, like he’s storing them somewhere safe. Rather than take her, he nods at Emmett, who slides into her and pulls her up against him, holding her face in his hands while he fucks her. She hooks her hands over his wrists and looks back into his eyes, and I know he’s feeling exactly what I felt a moment ago, that she’s been waiting this whole time for him.

That’s her magic. No matter what’s happening, no matter how many other people are around, she can make you feel like the most important person in the world. It’s not a trick. It’s not performance. It’s the way she gives herself completely to whoever is touching her, the way she disappears into the moment with you and makes the rest of the world fall away. I’ve never met anyone who can do that. I’ve never even heard of anyone who can do that. And she does it without trying, without knowing she’s doing it, which makes it even more devastating.

“Let’s try something,” Beau says. He holds her from behind and shifts her position so she’s angled on the table, then he pulls her away from Emmett, laying her down. Her hair fans out across the wood, damp with sweat, and her chest is heaving. She looks wrecked already, flushed and trembling, her eyes glazed. “I want your mouth,” he tells her.

She obediently opens her mouth and sucks him inside. He groans, his hips twitching, and I can tell he’s barely holding back from fully throat-fucking her. The sight of her like this, laid out on the table, taking Beau in her mouth while Emmett is still inside her, is something I’m going to remember for the rest of my life. I go around to her other side and slide my hand between her legs, playing with her clit.

“Good girl,” I tell her. “Take those cocks, baby.”

She closes her eyes and swallows, making Beau groan. From here I can see that Emmett isn’t all the way inside her, and neither is Beau. That just won’t do. She can take more. I’ve seen what she can take. I’ve felt what she can take.

“Come on, baby, you can take more. Take those cocks deeper.” She curls, holding her knees, opening herself up to Emmett even more. He plunges deep inside her, burying himself up to the hilt. She moans around Beau’s cock, the vibration making him curse under his breath.

“That’s our good girl,” I murmur, still stroking her clit. She takes Beau deeper into her throat and my chest swells with pride and arousal. She’s so hot, so willing, so fucking good at whatever this is. Whatever we are. Whatever this thing is that the four of us are building on a kitchen table covered in spilled coffee and scattered dishes.

She releases one of her knees, bracing her foot against Emmett’s upper arm instead, and reaches for me. She finds my cock and starts to stroke, to my immense surprise. Even now, even with two men inside her and my hand on her clit, she’s reaching for me. She’s making sure I’m included. She’s making sure nobody is left out. Hissing with pleasure, I thrust into her hand. I don’t let up on her clit, feeling the little nub get harder and more erect with every passing second.

She arches, her cries muffled around Beau’s cock. Emmett gasps, groaning. I know that feeling too. The way she clenches when she’s close, the way her whole body tightens like a bowstring about to snap. She comes hard enough for me to see the ripples in the muscles of her belly, the shaking of her thighs, the erectness of her nipples. Her hand tightens around me and I grit my teeth, holding on.

“Again,” Emmett growls.

We all do our part. It’s seamless now, the way we move around her, the way we read each other’s rhythms without speaking. Beau takes one of her breasts in his hand, rolling her nipple around between his thumb and forefinger. I take her other breast and her clit. Emmett grips her thighs and fucks her hard, bottoming out inside her. She’s helpless on the table, shaking and writhing, sucking Beau’s cock while Emmett fucks her. She’s still stroking me, still somehow maintaining a rhythm, and I don’t know how she’s doing it. I don’t know how one person can hold this much sensation and still give back. But she does. She gives and gives and gives, even when she’s the one being taken apart.

She comes again, and that does it. Her cries, smothered by Beau’s cock, send me over the edge and I come with her hand wrapped around me, all over her stomach. The release is blinding, white-hot, and I’m groaning through it, my hand still on her breast, still feeling her shake. Emmett groans, shaking as he comes inside her. His fingers dig into her thighs and his head drops back and for a second he looks like a man who just found something he’d given up looking for.

“Fuck,” Beau says between his teeth. He pulls out of her mouth with a soft pop, and Emmett stumbles aside. Beau buries himself in her pussy, thrusting twice before his cum mingles with Emmett’s. He shudders, gripping the edge of the table, his knuckles white, and the sound he makes is low and broken and raw.

The kitchen is quiet, apart from heavy breathing. All four of us, just breathing. The air smells like sex and coffee and the faint sweetness of maple syrup from the breakfast we destroyed. Josie is sprawled out on the table, messy and spent, hair tousled. She’s staring at the ceiling, dazed. Her chest is rising and falling in long, slow waves, and there’s a faint smile on her lips.

“I’ve been missing this my whole life,” she breathes.

I grin. Not every woman could handle this. Even fewer would want it. She’s something else. She’s something I didn’t know existed, a woman who can hold all three of us at once and make each of us feel like we’re the only one. A woman who begged for it and meant it and didn’t apologize afterward. A woman who is lying on our kitchen table covered in the evidence of what we just did and looking at the ceiling like she just found god.

I reach down without thinking and drag a finger through my own cum on her stomach. I push it between her legs, mixing mine with theirs. The sight of it does something primal to me, something territorial and raw and older than language, as she whimpers, clenching around my finger. All three of us, mixed together, inside her. She’s ours. Not mine. Not Beau’s. Not Emmett’s. Ours.

This is dangerous as fuck. I could get addicted to her without even trying. I’m already halfway there, if I’m being honest with myself, and I’m not usually honest with myself about things like this. I’m the one who keeps it light. I’m the one who cracks jokes and deflects and makes sure nobody gets too deep. But she’s already too deep. She got under my skin the first night, when she showed up at our door half-frozen and terrified and still somehow managed to be funny about it. She got deeper when she cooked for us and blushed at my compliments. She got deeper still when she photographed Emmett’s rough pieces and called him brilliant. And now she’s so deep that I can feel her in places I didn’t know I had.

“Need help?” I ask her. She reaches up limply, nodding. I grab one arm and Emmett grabs the other, and between the two of us we get her on her feet. She’s wobbly and breathless. She stands there, shaking and panting, and then her stomach growls.

I laugh. “Worked up an appetite, did you?”

“I guess so.” She giggles. “Too bad we destroyed breakfast.”

I look around at the wrecked room. Eggs and hash all over. Coffee splashed everywhere. A broken mug on the floor. The salt and pepper shakers Emmett carved are on their sides by the stove. One of the chairs is tipped over from when we all stood up. It looks like a crime scene—if the crime was four people having the best morning of their lives.

“I’ll cook,” I volunteer. Not because I’m trying to get out of cleaning, of course.

Beau snorts. He knows exactly what I’m doing. He grabs a rag and starts wiping down the table, and Emmett rights the overturned chair without being asked. Josie is still standing there, naked and glowing, looking around at the mess like she can’t quite believe it’s real. Then she laughs, this bright, startled sound, and grabs a towel.

I watch her for a second before I start cooking. She’s still naked, and now she’s helping the other two clean up the mess. She’s on her hands and knees wiping coffee off the floor, her hair falling in her face, and she’s laughing at something Beau said, and Emmett is standing over her holding the dustpan while she sweeps broken ceramic into it with her hand. She’s perfect in all the right ways. She fits into the spaces between us like she was always supposed to be there, like the cabin was built with a fourth person in mind and we just didn’t know it until she showed up.