Page 60 of Don't Puck Up

I followed them, not letting them out of my sight. Chris was leading them around the house, staying where he could see the lights. He picked his way over the rougher terrain, and when it became too steep, he stepped out into the open and led Kamirah back up the hill toward me. They were moving slowly, tiptoeing in the shadows. I could barely see them through the mesh covering my eyes, but I knew where they were headed—inside was the only option.

They ducked out of the shadows and into the beam of the lights at the entrance when they reached the bottom of the stairs. They were further ahead of me than I expected, and I sprinted after them, my lungs burning from the cold air as I tore up the hill and pushed through the door. I stopped and locked it before going searching for them.

I looked at the fire burning in the living room, and it hit me. I’d been worried about bears, but it was winter. They were hibernating. I huffed out a laugh and headed for the main bedroom upstairs in the loft. Another fire was roaring up there. The flames were the only lights on in that part of the chalet, with the exception of the nearly full moon in the cloudless sky.

I rounded the top of the stairs and saw them sitting at the end of the bed, shoes already off. I stepped closer, and Kamirah stood up, then wrapped her arms around my waist. She pressed a kiss to my chest and shivered. “You’re freezing.”

“I’ll warm up in a minute.”

“Come and stand by the fire for a bit. Let us help you get comfortable,” Chris ordered gently.

I did as instructed, and he tugged the throw blanket from the end of the bed as he joined me. Kam moved to ease my trench coat off my shoulders, but I stopped her, reaching into the inner pocket for the blindfolds I needed. They were a luxurious red satin, but Kamirah froze when she saw them.

“We don’t need them, V,” she said.

“Please,” Chris added.

I ran my cold fingers along Chris’s jaw and clasped Kamirah’s hand with my free one. "Let me ease into this. It’s a big deal for me.” I licked my lips and inhaled slowly, hoping they understood. “It’s hard for me to show you now. I’m scared of losing you."

“You won’t, V,” Chris promised.

I could only hope he could be true to his word.

“We might be warmer sharing body heat,” Kam suggested.

I barked out a laugh and gestured to the bed. “I love the way you think.”

They stripped down to their underwear but then hesitated. It was as if they knew I wanted to take it off them. I slipped the blindfolds over each of their eyes and touched Kam’s shoulder, easing the strap of her cute little bra off it. It was pale pink and completely sheer, her nipples hard buds poking through the fabric. Her breath caught, and I shifted my fingers to the clasp at her back. I flicked it open. Her bra fell to the floor, and she let out a shaky breath, gooseflesh breaking out over her skin.

“Are you cold, sweet thing?”

“No. I feel like I’m about to combust,” she responded, her voice strained.

I smiled and dropped to my knees, then eased her panties down her legs. I inhaled deeply, taking in her musk, salivating over it. I was going to have her on my tongue in moments, and I couldn’t fucking wait. I ranmy hands up her legs, and she moaned quietly. Chris wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her close, and with the other hand, cupped her face and brought his lips to hers. I watched them kiss above me, their tongues tangling as their bodies swayed closer.

Chris’s cock bucked in his black boxer briefs, and I couldn’t resist touching him. I slid my hand over his length, the precum gathering at his slit dampening a spot on his underwear. I nudged his cock with my mask and gripped his boxer briefs, then dragged them off. His cock slapped against my mask when it bounced up, and I moaned. I was hard and aching, desperate to touch and taste them like I’d dreamed of for months.

“Lie down,” I instructed.

They slipped onto the bed, facing each other, never slowing their kisses. Grateful they’d given me the moment, I composed myself, unbuckling my boots and toeing them off. I shimmied out of my clothes, carelessly dumping them on the floor next to Chris’s and Kamirah’s. The last thing to go was my mask. I unzipped it and eased it off, then ran my fingers through my hair.

I looked Kamirah and Chris over, seeing them naked for the first time without the impediment of the mask. I sucked in a breath. Fuck, they were beautiful. I wanted them. I wanted all of them. Not just sex. Everything.

This was it. I was actually going to show them who I was. But first, I needed to touch and taste them. I needed to kiss them.

twenty

Kamirah

The bed dipped, and I knew V was kneeling behind Chris. I pulled back from Chris and ran my hand down his abs to his shaft. I stroked it slowly, putting on a show for V and eliciting a moan from my husband.

I startled when the bed dipped next to my head. V lowered himself onto my legs as he straddled Chris and me. He leaned over me, the heat of his body radiating into mine.

I sucked in a breath as soft lips met mine and electricity zinged through my veins. I sank into his kiss, getting lost in the gentle presses of his lips. This was no hurried exploration. He was making love to my mouth, months of pent-up longing to taste finally set free. I kissed him back, simple open-mouthed presses of our lips as we basked in the sensation. I raised my free hand to his face, touching his jaw. He had stubble that was just long enough to be soft. The perfect cut of his jaw was so sexy that I arched up into him, needing more. He held himself above me, barely touching me. But it was still one of the most intimate moments of my life.

I licked his bottom lip, and he opened immediately for me. I moaned, and he danced his tongue against mine as we tasted each other for the first time. He broke away, nuzzling my nose with his. Our lips were only a hair’s breadth apart, hovering so close that we were breathing the same air. I curled my fingers around his nape, the short strands of his hair spiky against my palm. I drew him back to me, and he kissed me again, deeper and longer, our hunger growing.

All too soon, he broke away again. The bed shifted, and I heard the press of V’s and Chris’s lips together. Chris moaned, his cock hardening even more in my hand as I stroked him slowly. They took their time, like V had done with me, and I touched V, exploring his body like I’d done that night he’d broken in.