Four For Christmas (8 page)

She tsked playfully. “I’m just trying to help, Doctor. Now, would you like to practice your bedside manner on me, or should we continue?”

He growled, gripping her hips as he guided her to his thick erection. A male hand tugged her panties so far to the side that she heard a small tear, but she didn’t care. It was suddenly the sexiest thing in the world to her, the little sign that they didn’t want to unwrap their present. Not completely. Not yet.

She felt the head of his cock slip through her wet arousal and she clenched her muscles in anticipation. With his first shallow thrust Georgia began to shiver, her body trying to stretch to accommodate him. She whimpered. “
Chris
.”

His fingers tightened their grip on her hips. “Now she says my name, “ he muttered. His voice guttural. “I’m already on the edge, baby. Already…yes, take me. You can take me.”

Jimmy’s lips caressed her neck, his hands stroking her back. Then Flynn’s hands. All of them watching, needing to touch her as she lowered herself onto Chris’s thick cock. “Oh God.”

She reached out with one hand balanced on the couch, the other reached behind her to stroke a male hip. Jimmy. He hissed. “That’s right, Georgia. Let him inside. Show us exactly what you want, exactly what you fantasized about.”

His words had her rocking against Chris, feeling her muscles instinctively tighten and release around him as her arousal grew. Jimmy stepped closer and her fingers slid across his hip and onto his erection. She closed her hand around him and tightened. Yes. Oh, yes, she’d fantasized about this.

“You’re turn, Flynn.” Jimmy’s rough comment made Georgia still the motion of her hips.

Chris groaned. “Don’t stop, baby. Please. It feels too good.”

It did. She could hardly imagine it feeling better. The idea was a little overwhelming. Frightening.

Intriguing.

Flynn’s hand on her back grew firm. “Lean forward, Georgia. That’s right. Kiss him. Kiss him and feel what I’m going to do to you. Let go.”

She leaned forward, pressing her chest against Chris’s massive torso and burying her face in his neck. The movement changed the angle of his thrusts just enough to make them both moan in pleasure.

Warm liquid slid across her bottom and into the seam between her cheeks. She felt Flynn’s fingers massaging the rounded curve of her ass, her thighs. The liquid started to tingle. “What is that?”

“Peppermint flavored lube,” Flynn muttered. “It was a gag gift from a fellow instructor. Had no idea I’d be using it any time soon. But now that I am, I’m going to have to have a taste.”

That was the only warning Georgia got. Then she was shouting with shocked laughter and need as Flynn lowered his head and began to lick her skin as if she were his very own candy cane.

Chapter Six

Flynn had a talented tongue. He licked his way between the sensitive skin of her upper thigh and the curve of her behind, making her giggle while he let out sounds of enjoyment. Everywhere his tongue touched, the heat and tingling sensations of the peppermint oil increased.

“Whatever you’re doing, she loves it,” Chris had his jaw clenched tight. “She’s squeezing my cock in a death grip. Fuck. Don’t stop, Georgia.”

More oil, more licking. Georgia was losing herself to it, lifting her bottom higher in the air before lowering it against Chris’s hips. And then Flynn stopped her with his hands a little lower than Chris’s.

He stretched his fingers wide on her cheeks, spreading them to reveal her most intimate, untouched skin to his gaze. Someone—it had to be Jimmy, but Georgia couldn’t look—dropped more oil in the newly revealed space, and Flynn lowered his head.

He was licking her…
there
. 

“What are you…oh, oh—
Oh
!” Georgia screamed. Another orgasm. Another flash of lightning and heat. Flynn had pushed his tongue inside her, just as Chris had thrust and she was lost and shaking against them.

“I had no idea you were such a dirty bastard, Flynn. Or that Georgia here would love it quite so much.” Jimmy came around so she could see him and smiled tightly. “You’ve got a bad girl streak in there don’t you?”

Georgia, still panting, ran her hands through her hair with trembling fingers as she stared at his tempting body. “I didn’t think so.”

Chris released her hip and reached up to cup one breast in his hand. “That’s what makes it so hard to resist. You didn’t even know it was there.” He thrust upward and groaned hoarsely. “I don’t know how much longer I can last, Flynn.”

Flynn’s voice was just as raw. “That makes two of us.”

“Three.” She muttered.

“Four,” Jimmy corrected, stroking his shaft as he watched the three of them entwined on the couch.

His image blurred as Flynn spread her cheeks again, this time pressing the head of his condom covered erection against her. “
Fuck
.”

“Yes,” Flynn panted. “That is the plan.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” She was repeating the same sentence over and over under her breath, her body quaking like a stray leaf in a storm.

Chris snared her gaze with his own. His face was flushed with restraint, his eyes nearly black now. “If you want us to stop, we can. We won’t do anything you don’t want us to do.”

She tried to laugh but it came out as a choked sound. “That’s the problem. I want you to do everything. I’ve just never…it’s so…”

He smiled and reached up to caress her face, pushing her hair behind her ear almost tenderly. “Just breathe, Georgia. We’ll take care of you.”

Her heart skipped. How did he do that? She took a deep breath, glancing over her shoulder to see Flynn, his teeth gritted as he restrained himself from going further. Held back. For her.

Her own smile grew, still wavery, but real. “Vroom, vroom, Snowmobile. I’m ready when you are.”

Male laughter filled the room and delight sparkled in Flynn’s green gaze, his lips still shining from the peppermint lube. “You are my kind of angel,” he sighed. “I knew I was right.”

Her smile turned to a gasp as he began to push passed the tight muscles of her ass, slowly, but powerfully. His shout mingled with hers and Chris’s when he made it through. Deep. So deep. With both of them inside her. Moving. Filling. She felt like she would fly apart. Like they were all that was holding her to the earth.

It was painful and beautiful. Perfectly imperfect and too much of not enough. It was indescribable.

“
Sonofafuckingbitch
,” Chris swore, his hands curling into fists, his hips thrusting almost helplessly upward. “Tight. So tight and hot, Georgia you feel so fucking good.”

Watching the sweet, kind hunk of a man lose control made Georgia, despite her own sensation overload, feel powerful. Feminine. He was desperate to come. Waiting for her, for them, to join him.

The pain eased and Flynn began to rock against her, moving a little deeper with each stroke. Her neck arched and through the haze she saw Jimmy. He was aroused. Watching her as he stroked himself, matching their rhythm.

She licked her lips, staring at his erection. She was drowning in desire, spinning with it. But her fantasy wasn’t complete.

Not without him.

He must have read her expression. He came closer, until he was standing  a breath away. Georgia leaned forward and opened her mouth around his cock, closing her eyes at the dark, sinful taste.

Chris bit at her breasts, his thrusts more powerful as he lost himself in the moment. Flynn was saying her name over and over again, like a prayer for restraint as he picked up his rhythm. Jimmy had his hand in her hair, guiding her mouth as his hips thrust gently inside.

Her heartbeat raced in her ears and lights flickered behind her eyes like fireworks. She felt them everywhere. This moment was hers. Theirs. All of them connected. All of them grasping desperately for the pleasure that was just out of reach.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she couldn’t help it. It was too much. Too amazing. Beyond all of her fantasies. Chris reached between them again, and she felt his callused fingers pressing against her clit in a way that had her keening against Jimmy’s erection, and tightening her sex, making both men shout.

She heard Flynn join them as she tasted the salty rich flavor of Jimmy’s orgasm on her tongue. Chris arched so strongly off the couch that he lifted them all up with him, calling out Georgia’s name as he found his release.

Flynn’s forehead pressed against her shoulder. “Angel face,” he whispered, kissing her softly.

Jimmy stepped back and caressed her hair. She couldn’t seem to control her limbs. Every inch of her was quivering. As if she’d run a marathon. As if she’d swum the ocean.

As if she’d just had multiple orgasms while three men pleasured her.

She’d collapsed on Chris, but he didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes were closed, her lashes damp, and her mind was racing. What would happen now? Would they look at her differently? Would they send her away?

How would she ever recover from something this earth-shattering? This perfect.

She felt Flynn leave her and clung to Chris for a moment, not wanting this to end, before pushing herself up and feeling his body separate from hers. Was it strange, the sudden empty ache inside her? She’d just had the best sex of her life.

She wanted it again. Impossible, she knew. She was exhausted. Rattled. But she didn’t think she’d ever been so whole.

Georgia had known all along she was different from other people. A little crazy. She talked to herself, she lived in her imagination…but now her insanity was complete.

Or there really was something in the water.

Chris sat up and put his arm around her. “Georgia? Baby are you okay?”

“Ask me later.” Her laugh was watery. Shaky. She wiped her cheeks and pulled her knees up self-consciously. “Where did everyone go?”

Jimmy and Flynn reappeared, with a pitcher of Flynn’s peppermint flavored concoction and some towels. Flynn’s smile was wicked. “Time for a drink.”

Georgia was confused, but definitely in need of a new infusion of liquid courage. “Are we out of clean glasses?”

Those green eyes let her know she was in trouble. “Who needs glasses, angel face? We have you.”

***

Georgia stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Who was this woman? Her wet hair curled in wild loose ringlets around her head, her cheeks and neck were red with evidence of passionate kisses and razor burn. She had swollen lips and eyes that sparkled in a way she’d never witnessed before.

Was this who they saw when they looked at her?

When they’d come in with Flynn’s Peppermint Snowstorm—in honor of how they met, he’d said—she was certain things would get awkward. She hadn’t had to worry for long.

Chris, catching the other men’s gazes, had quickly scooped her up and carried her to the fireplace. They’d laid her down in front of it and proceeded to pour the chilly concoction on particularly sensitive parts of her body, lapping it up until she was crying out with pleasure. She had no idea how long it lasted, she only knew that it was the most selfless lovemaking session she’d ever experienced. They took nothing. They were completely focused on her.

The water in the sink was still running, she realized with a start. She’d come in to take a shower at their suggestion. They were giving her a moment to collect herself, she knew. Pampering her, while Flynn took Roux out for a walk and put her back in the bedroom, and Jimmy and Chris cleaned up the mess they’d made in front of the fire.

Her skin was sensitive. Everywhere the shower had hit her, everywhere she’d brushed her soap-covered hand had caused a jolt. It was like every nerve ending had been turned on, but someone had forgotten to switch her off.

And the way she ached. In places she never had before. She smiled and turned off the water. It was a feeling she knew she could easily get used to.

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask what you’re doing in here.”

Georgia jumped, giggling when she saw Jimmy’s reflecting in the mirror. He was wearing a patrol hat, a towel, and nothing else. “Officer Jimmy,” she batted her eyelashes. “I had no idea the snow patrol was on duty.”

He grinned and pulled the hat off his head, running his hand through his hair almost bashfully. “Just wanted to make sure you hadn’t gotten lost.”

He wanted to make sure she wasn’t hiding again. That she didn’t regret what they’d just done.

Why was it she could read them all so well? She’d never been like this with anyone. This aware. This in tune. “I wasn’t lost, but there’s no way you could be sure I wasn’t up to something.”

His brow furrowed and she winked, fiddling with the fabric of the loosely tucked in towel wrapped around her body. “Not unless you search me.”

His eyes darkened with understanding, and he licked his lips. “My searches are known for being thorough.”

Georgia dropped her towel, knowing he could see everything. “I have nothing to hide, Officer.”