Golden Forever [Frostbite Falls Christmas 3] Page 6

  Oh, poor baby.

  She turned toward him. Completely naked, the sight of Logan had her gulping. He stood before her, his every inch radiated the confidence of a man that knew what he was doing. And judging from the whispers around town, his pride was justified.

  “Always.” Or at least for tonight. Tomorrow was still too blurry a picture to contemplate.

  “Good. I have something very special in mind for you.” Logan pushed her back on the bed, spreading her legs as he knelt between them. With a yelp, she fell backward and tried to close her legs. The reaction was automatic, her body’s natural response to someone in such an intimate area. But the wide girth of his shoulders kept her knees open wide, her pussy spread before him.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Jasper wiggled the rest of the way out of his pants, toeing out of his shoes as he stared at her naked body. “You’ll like what he’s giving you.”

  She wasn’t worried. Not exactly. She knew Logan would never do anything but give her pleasure. Yet the intimacy of having his face so close to such an intimate part of her body had her pulling away from them no matter what her mind knew.

  Logan winked at her from between her legs. He didn’t bother to convince her. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he extended his tongue, sliding the length of her slit. She screamed out. Her hips shot off the mattress beneath the wet glide, following his mouth as best she could.

  With a satisfied lick of his lips, he gripped her hips, holding them to the mattress. “I love to taste a woman.” His breath tickled against her damn flesh, sending a shudder down her spine.

  “I know, I’ve heard the rumors.” People tried to keep them away from her, due to her relationship with Logan, but it never worked. She’d still heard it all. All the women who whispered about how good he was in bed. How much he loved to spend hours going down on a woman, making her scream his name over and over. She’d never listened to them, comfortable in the knowledge that what Logan did in his bedroom would never be any of her business.

  Boy, had she been wrong.

  “Ah, so I have something to live up to.” He traced his tongue across her clit. Her whole body surged toward his wicked touch. “Challenge accepted.”

  He returned to her pussy, lapping at her until her eyes rolled back into her head. Not that she could play dumb. Logan had always been a sucker for a challenge. A trait she’d happily used against him most of his life. At no time had it come in handy better than tonight.

  He thrust his tongue inside her. She gasped, the room suddenly short on oxygen. This all felt so unreal, like a crazy fever dream. One of her best friends in the world was licking her cunt, driving her insane with the twists and turns of his tongue. It was a far cry from the night she’d anticipated.

  If this was a dream, she didn’t ever want to wake up.

  Wrapping his lips around her clit, Logan sucked hard. Pleasure spiraled through her so fast she saw stars. She screamed out, tightening her fingers in his hair so hard it must have hurt, though he gave no indication her grip bothered him. He kept up the pressure, sucking her through each contraction, making the pleasure last.

  Her hips rolled beneath his mouth, riding his mouth like her best mustang. Each brush of his lips and tongue along her flesh spun her higher, until it finally broke. Replete, she collapsed on the mattress, satisfied completely.

  “You definitely earned that reputation,” she panted when she’d managed to suck enough oxygen in her lungs to speak.

  “Damn right.” Logan’s smirk said not only that he’d enjoyed himself, but that he’d like to do it again. Damn, that was an invitation she might have to take him up on. After her legs returned to a consistency a little stiffer than Jell-O and her breathing was normal again.

  “Oh, now you’ve gone and done it,” Jasper grumbled as he lay on the bed beside her. “We’re going to have to expand all the doorways so he can fit his big head through them.”

  Ten seconds ago, she couldn’t have imagined being ready for more anytime soon. But one look at Jasper’s toned body, displayed in all his naked glory beside her, had her body coming alive again. Her pussy dampened and her clit tingled for attention.

  “You’re just jealous.”

  “Damn right I am.” The rough timbre of Jasper’s voice shot across her nerves, sending tingles to all the right places.

  “If you want to keep him in check, you better outdo his performance.” She cocked an eyebrow at him, a huge grin spreading across her face. She hardly recognized this woman, that would be so brazen as to dare him to perform less than five minutes since her last orgasm. But she was starting to like this new sassy side of her.

  “Really, sweetheart? Are you ready for more already?” Jasper skimmed a hand up her side. His ticklish fingers danced across her ribs up to brush the side of her breast. The look he shot her said he knew exactly what he was doing. It worked. Any other night one orgasm would have been more than enough, but tonight that wasn’t going to be close.

  Hell yeah, she was ready for more. She was ready for a whole damn night of more.

  Chapter Five

  Jasper hadn’t seen that coming. Her appetite, her desire for them. But he shouldn’t be surprised. This was Riley after all. Their girl always found a way to surprise the shit out of them. A glance over at Logan, as he climbed on the bed beside her, conveyed the same appreciation for her stamina.

  With one quick motion, she rolled on top of him, straddling his hips with her long silky legs. His cock, tucked between their bodies, thickened a fraction more at the touch. He thought he’d been stiff as a fucking post before, but the press of her soft body to his had him even harder. He was fucking steel now.

  “Oh god,” he grabbed her hips, trying to keep her still as she squirmed on top of him. Each motion, tortured him a little more. “Are you trying to kill me, sweetheart?” If that was her plan, she was doing a really good job.

  “What? You know I’m a good rider.” She shimmied her hips like she was settling into the saddle, and he swore he could see stars. Fire and pain combined together in his groin and shook through his whole body.

  “I know you are, sweetheart.” Tri-county ribbon award winning. “But I never knew it would translate.”

  That devilish gleam in her eyes expanded. The same one she’d gotten in the fifth grade when Tommy Marken dared her she couldn’t climb the school fence and jump off the other side. She’d broken her wrist, but she’d proved him wrong. And that’s all that mattered to her. He only hoped neither of them ended up with a broken limb this time.

  “I believe the skills will translate, but there’s only one way to know for sure.” She leaned over, kissing him deep as she reached for one of the condom wrappers thrown hastily in the sheets. She ripped the package apart with unpracticed skill, which thrilled him in a way he didn’t want to admit.

  He’d never been one to care about how many men a woman was with. He’d had his share of lovers, and didn’t judge a woman for doing the same. Yet he couldn’t stop the thrill of masculine pride that rushed through him at the way her fingers shook as she slipped the condom on his cock. Or the way she experimentally stroked his length, like it was a whole new experience.

  Just the thought of her touching another man—besides Logan—like she touched him right now had him wanting to scream out in rage. Luckily it didn’t matter anymore. Another man wouldn’t be getting within ten feet of her ever again if he had anything to say about it.

  “Ride him good, sweet girl,” Logan encouraged from beside them, leaning up on his elbow to watch the activities.

  “Oh, I will,” she smirked back, the confident twist of her lips had his chest tightening. Damn, he loved her like this. Powerful and in control. Exactly how their Riley was always supposed to be.

  Holding his cock steady and firm, she aligned it with her body. The brush of the head along her moist flesh had him pulling in a deep breath. The temptation of all he wanted, just a breath away. Then with deliberate movements, she pushed down.

>   He clutched the sheets at his hips, holding tight as she slowly engulfed him. A tremor wracked his body. She was so warm, wet, and tight around his cock. A little piece of heaven. And it had been there, right in front of them this whole time. Theirs for the taking. The thought had never crossed their minds. Not until tonight. Not in all the years of their friendship. Which, given how fucking good it felt, was a crying shame.

  She let out a little moan, grabbing onto his shoulders as the last inch of him slipped inside her. Her big eyes opened up, staring into his. “It’s done.” The corners of her mouth curved up slightly. “No going back now.”

  “Too bad.” Not that he wanted to go back. Not a chance in hell. He wasn’t the smartest man, but he was far from that dumb. It would be really fucking stupid to give up something this amazing without a good reason.

  “You’re stuck with us now.” Logan brushed his fingers down her cheek, picking a few stray strands of hair back from her face.

  “I was stuck with you two way before tonight.” She leaned a little deeper into Logan’s touch with her words, and a part of him knew he should feel jealous, that another man was touching her. But he couldn’t feel jealous. Not of Logan. He loved her just as much as he did.

  It was hard to feel anything but good when he was the one thrusting deep inside her. Every amazing inch of her spread across him. There wasn’t anything more gorgeous than this woman, naked and impaled on his cock. Then she started to move. Sliding up and falling back down, setting the pace for the both of them.

  She’d been beautiful tonight, glowing in that gold dress, but nothing compared to her now. Her smooth legs stretched around his hips. Her skin flushed a rose pink. The golden waves of her hair bounced around her, and tickled across his skin wherever they touched. Even the way she breathed was stunning, her breasts shaking with each gust.

  And she was all theirs.

  He allowed her to move as she liked, enjoying the way she bucked on his lap. He liked a woman who knew what she wanted and was willing to take it. Being raised on a ranch taught Riley to be blunt and focused, and now he reaped the rewards.

  But as much as he enjoyed what she was doing to him, the commanding way she twisted on him, he couldn’t hold himself back. He had to reach for her. It was the only option he had. As essential as breathing, he had to touch her. He had to hold her.

  He grabbed her hips, using the slight force to direct her movements, lengthening each stride, slowing her pace to make the moment last. And god did he want this to last. His whole damn life if he could figure out a way to do it.

  A long low moan whimpered from her lips. Her head rolled back, every delectable line of her body displayed before him, like his own personal work of art. He still couldn’t understand how he hadn’t seen it before. How he’d lived his whole life without noticing the truth staring him in the face, and playing Scrabble with him on Saturday nights.

  “Why haven’t we been doing this our whole lives?” She smiled at him, picking up her pace.

  “I’m not sure.” Jasper pulled her down to meet his thrust. The motion pushed him a fraction deeper inside her and pulled a gasp from her lips. “But I’m glad you think we should.”

  “Me, too,” Logan placed a few kisses on her neck and shoulders. “But I bet we can do something about it from now on.”

  They definitely could. If Jasper had anything to say about it, they’d be fixing little problem for good.

  But Riley didn’t get a chance to respond before Logan sucked one of her pink nipples into his mouth. Her pussy clenched his cock. A little moan escaped her with the motion. Jasper gritted his teeth as those sweet little muscles of hers massaged his dick. Each little pulse and flutter of her pussy around his cock threatened to throw him over the edge.

  He fought back against the sensation. The friction had his eyes rolling back in his head, pushing him closer to the edge of his control. He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t let go. This was too good. Too amazing. Too important to be over so soon. He wanted this to last. He wanted it to last all damn night if it could.

  Switching back and forth between her breasts, Logan kept her breath stilted. Little bites of pain radiated from where her nails clawed at Jasper’s chest. But he didn’t care. He’d gladly bleed for her. He let out a low groan in response, thrusting up into her harder and deeper. Her desperation spurred him on.

  He was already so close to his edge, so close he could almost taste it. If he didn’t do something soon, he’d really embarrass himself. And possibly ruin their night together.

  Moaning, she picked up speed, riding up and down his cock, until his eyes crossed. She felt so damn good. He couldn’t take much more. Slipping his hand between their bodies, he found her clit and strummed it, placing enough pressure to have the muscles in her thighs jumping.

  “Oh god, Jasper.” Her mouth fell open on a scream. Her cunt clenched around him, and it took everything in him not to come on the spot. He closed his eyes, clenching his jaw so hard the muscles ached. Fire settled in his balls, threatening to burn him alive. And it would be all worth it. Riley was worth it. That and a hell of a lot more.

  He made it three more seconds before the damn broke—though it felt like years. On a groan, he let go, shooting his wad with the strength of a railway car, dragging energy all the way from the arches of his feet. His body shook, quaking in the aftereffects.

  Replete and exhausted, she settled on his chest, gulping in deep draughts of air. Her breasts pillowed against his chest, her pussy holding him tight. With what energy he had left, he wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. She felt perfect against him. Exactly what he’d always wanted, and a few things he’d never had the courage to wish for.

  It took a few moments for him to realize anyone else was on the planet with them—let alone the room—but he slowly became aware of Logan lying beside them. The expectant, excited look on his face Jasper well understood. After that performance, he couldn’t wait for another taste of her, and he’d just had her. He couldn’t imagine the pain Logan was in.

  Begrudgingly he rolled her to the side, depositing her between them. He hated to lose the contact of her skin, but if there was anyone in the world he would give her up for, it was Logan.

  He could share her with Logan, but no one else. Not ever.

  “You’re amazing, sweetheart.” Jasper brushed the hair from her eyes and behind her ear. The smile she gifted him with was enough to make his heart almost jackhammer out of his chest. Men had walked through fire for smiles like that. All he had to do was share her with his best friend.

  “Now it’s my turn, sweet girl.” Logan rolled on top of her, pushing up on his elbows to tower over her. Her pretty blue eyes blinked up at him, still dazed and hazy from the pleasure, a small coy smile on her lips. This is how Jasper always wanted to see her. Soft, flushed, dazed with pleasure. It was a good goal to strive for.

  “Is that right?” She licked her bottom lip, the gesture no doubt unconscious, yet both their eyes fastened to the sight, watching the swirl and flick of her tongue across the soft surface of her mouth. Even exhausted as Jasper was, his cock still rose for the occasion, stiffening at the sight.

  “Damn right it is.” Logan spread her legs, settling his hips between her thighs, sliding her down the bed. “And remember, I’m a champion rider myself. You’re in for the gallop of your life.” Logan wasn’t being completely vain. He had won a few riding championships in his day. But the double meaning of his words was still obvious.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his gaze with equal determination. “Show me what you’ve got, cowboy.” Her challenge was playful, but the dare was there all the same. Dangling in front of Logan, tempting him to take it. And in true Logan form, he couldn’t turn her down.

  With a quirk of his eyebrow, he thrust his hips forward. A long low moan echoed from her chest as he entered her in one smooth stroke.

  “Oh god.” She stabbed her nails into his shoulders, holding on for dear life
as she threw her head back against the sheets, and a bubble of fear twisted in Jasper’s gut. Had they hurt her? Taking two guys on in one night was probably a lot for most women. Judging from how tight she’d been, it had probably been a while for her.

  A flick of a glanced shifted between them, and Jasper could see the same concern in his best friend’s eyes. Logan brushed the hair from her face, tracing the shape of her cheekbone with his thumb. “Are you all right? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, sweet girl.”

  She shook her head across the mattress, her thighs riding a little higher on Logan’s hips. Judging from the muscle that ticked in his jaw, the motion had accomplished its goal. “Don’t you dare back out now, Logan. You promised me a ride, and damn it, I’m going to get it.” A big smile spread across her face, her bright blue eyes staring at them in a way that had his heart skipping a beat.

  Determined, ferocious, demanding. What man could resist that? If Jasper had ever met one he wasn’t sure, but Logan sure as hell couldn’t. He pulled out, thrusting back in. He didn’t take it slow and easy with her. Not that Jasper blamed him. After she’d commanded the ride of her life, what choice did he have? He moved fast, pounding into her, pushing her across the mattress with his deep plunges.

  Beneath him, Riley moaned, her hips arching with him. Their two bodies twisted together. Riley squirmed beneath him, her skin flushed a pretty pink shade, sweat covering both their bodies. It was a gorgeous sight. Just watching them together was so damn hot, Jasper was almost hard all over again.

  Was this how Logan had felt as he watched them together? Aroused, transfixed, mystified. Surprisingly, Jasper felt no jealousy. Somewhere deep inside, it just felt right. Logan, Riley, and he had always been a unit. Since the moment they’d met, they’d been inseparable. They were the first people in the world he wanted to tell any good news to. They were the only people that could get him out of his shell, forcing him to go to the Christmas Ball or the Two Step.