Riding Out the Storm (6 page)

Once
she released Zach, Ethan hooked an arm around her waist and dragged her onto
his lap, burying his head in the curve of her neck, kissing her, not quite able
to bring himself to kiss her mouth after she’d sucked off Zach, condom or not.
She curled into him and he lifted her, carrying her back to their bed.

“I’d
like a shower.” She rose and reached a hand to him. “Join me?”

How
could he say no? He took her hand and followed her, bare-ass naked despite the
chill in the room, into the bathroom. The peace he felt when he shut the door
surprised him. He had her to himself again. He caught her hips and pulled her
back against him, bending his head to her throat, lifting his gaze to watch her
face in the mirror.

Her
eyes had drifted shut and she leaned her head against his shoulder. Her lips
parted on a sweet sigh, swollen from her kisses and the blowjobs, her nipples
red from his mouth and fingers. He cupped her breast a moment before she broke
free.

She
leaned into the shower and turned the water on hot, then moved in front of the
sink and reached for her toothbrush. He leaned against the wall and watched her
brush her teeth thoroughly, then turn to him hopefully. He stepped back into
the now-steaming shower, drawing her in with him.

“Beautiful,”
he said against the curve of her breast, his fingertips playing with her other
nipple.

She
cupped her hand around the back of his head and arched toward him, offering him
her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, hard, rolling the tight nub with his
tongue, loving the way she moved against him, sliding her body along his. She
reached down to close her hand around his cock and caressed it with short
strokes.

“I
didn’t bring a condom,” he said against her skin.

“In
my make-up bag.” She twisted out of his arms as if reluctant to leave him and
reached outside the shower curtain.

He
heard things clatter into the sink before she straightened, a condom raised
triumphantly.

“I
want you in me,” she said as he took the condom and rolled it on his throbbing
cock. “Against the wall. Please, Ethan. Please.”

He
slid his hand between her parted thighs and found her just as wet as she’d been
on the bed. He played with her clit, swollen and needy, teased her entrance,
and straightened.

She
backed against the wall and lifted one foot on the lip of the tub, opening
herself to him. He was going to have to lift her to fuck her. He closed his
hands on her waist and lifted, careful of the slick tub, and pinned her to the
cold tile with his chest as he reached between them to guide his cock home.

She
cried out in pleasure and he let her slide down, just a little, so she was more
fully seated on him, her cleft riding the ridge of his erection, her clit
pressed up against his groin. Her body was hot and slick, and he started
thrusting without thinking, driving into her wetness, the wetness she felt for
him, not some other man.

She
bent her head to suck water off his shoulders as he powered into her, her legs
clasped around him, her cunt squeezing him to hold him inside. The angle was
incredible, the freedom of movement, the sexy woman in front of him a fantasy
come to life. She lifted her head and covered his mouth with hers before he
could think, and then he was kissing her back, tasting mint and Jill, not latex
or Zach.

He
cupped her ass, lifting her higher and plowing deep, loving the combined sensation
of drag and the wetness. He sure as hell hadn’t thought he could come again,
but he felt the orgasm building, his balls tightening, his arousal fueled by
her gasps, her caresses, her tight body. He rolled his hips so his pubic hair
caressed her clit.

She
gasped and stilled, so he did it again and again until she softened and
shuddered around him, her soft cries muffled in his shoulder. She dug her
fingertips into the muscles of his shoulder as her cunt clasped around him in a
pulsing rhythm, as she angled closer as if to drain every last drop of
pleasure.

Only
then did he give in to the release that held him, and let himself come deep
inside her. The hot pulses seemed to come from his toes, the pleasure weakening
the muscles of his calves, thighs and buttocks before he dropped over her,
pressing his head against the tile as he struggled to catch his breath. This,
this was what he’d planned this weekend. This and more of this.

He
wished Zach to hell.

Chapter
Four

Jill
woke cold, despite Ethan’s body heat at her back. She shifted to see Zach was
awake and at the small table by the window, eating one of the packaged snacks he’d
brought back yesterday.

“Is
the heater on?” She sat up and reached for Ethan’s shirt at the foot of the bed
before she realized he’d need it. She grabbed her sweatshirt instead.

“Yeah,
pretty much constantly. Only so much it can do.” He didn’t disguise his
appreciation as she tugged the sweatshirt over her bare breasts. “You might
have considered pajamas.”

“I’d
planned to be naked in a suitably warm hotel room all weekend.” She slid her
jeans on over her bare skin, then pulled on socks and padded over to join Zach,
not wanting to disturb Ethan, who slept on his back, one arm above his head. He
hadn’t stirred, despite her movements.

“I
think you broke him.” Zach nodded toward Ethan.

“He’ll
recover.” She grinned. “I hope.” She carefully opened the paper bag to see what
other offerings Zach had brought. Sweet pastries, all of them, cinnamon rolls,
fake coffee cake, powdered doughnuts. “You have the palate of an
eight-year-old.”

Zach
dusted powdered sugar from his hands onto a napkin spread on the table. “I never
would have thought he’d go for something this kinky.” He lifted an eyebrow at
her. “You?”

Her
mouth went dry at the memory of what the three of them had done, at what he’d
seen her do. Would he treat her differently today? Her stomach tightened at the
idea that he might. “I think as long as he knows where my feelings lie, he can
deal.” She selected the chocolate cupcakes and ripped open the cellophane.

Being
Zach, he didn’t let it go. In fact, the only thing in his life he wasn’t
tenacious about was relationships. “I thought the two of you were going into
the bathroom to talk last night, not fuck. Hell, I didn’t think either of you
had it in you.”

She
didn’t want to talk to Zach about that. She wanted to keep that part private. “I
think we just needed time to ourselves, is all.”

“Jealous,
is he?”

Not
that. She’d sensed a distance in him, when the three of them had been together,
that she hadn’t felt in him during their flirtation. She hadn’t felt it in the
bathroom, not once they kissed. “If he was jealous, I don’t think we would have
come this far.” She sat at the little table, keeping it between herself and
Zach. She hadn’t thought this through. After a year, she had made herself
vulnerable to him again, and while her emotions weren’t involved, she might be
sending the wrong message. “So what happened last night that brought all this about?”
She waved her hand toward the bed. “Did you say something to him?”

“I
may have mentioned you were adventurous.”

“Adventurous.”
A ball of dread formed in her stomach. She hadn’t told Ethan just quite how
wild she’d been before her year of celibacy.

“That
you liked to play games. I thought it was fun, though I would have liked to get
more deeply involved.”

He
sent her a grin that used to melt her panties right off. She wiped chocolate
frosting from the wrapper with her fingertip and considered it a moment before
sticking her finger in her mouth to lick it off. Zach groaned. She scowled. “There
was a reason I was celibate a year. I want what’s between me and Ethan to be enough.”

“What
if it’s not?” The grin disappeared.

“It
will be.” Done with this conversation, she motioned toward the window. “How’s
the weather?”

“I
was waiting for you two to wake up so I could turn on the television. It’s
still snowing pretty good.”

“Another
day of this?”

“Possibly
longer.” He folded his arms on the table and grinned. “Could be very boring.”

She
ignored him and rose. “I’ll make the coffee. You turn on the weather report.”

Ethan
lay awake listening to them talk, the domestic sound of it, the easy banter,
and wondered just how wild Jill had been, before he knew her. Zach didn’t seem
to think Ethan, one man, would be able to keep her satisfied. Jill’s words
seemed convinced, but her tone made him wonder if she doubted it herself.

Once
he smelled the coffee brewing, she returned to the bed. He opened his eyes and
rolled toward her. She gave him a soft, coffee-flavored kiss and nestled down
with him. His body roused at the feel of her breasts against his arm, her legs
twined with his. Hell, just the smell of her hair turned him on. But he wouldn’t
give in to the desire to make love to her in front of Zach again. That was a
one-off, and he didn’t know what he’d been thinking. She was his, and he wanted
to protect her.

Pressing
a kiss to the top of her head, he rolled out of bed and headed for the
bathroom, ignoring the knowing glance Zach gave his tented sweatpants.

The
thing was, after something like yesterday, well, he couldn’t really think about
anything else.

Once
they’d finished their meager breakfast, Zach flipped through the channels, but
there were only three, and none were clearer today than they’d been last night.
The weather forecast they managed to decipher told them they’d be stuck here at
least another twenty-four hours. With the main furniture in the room being
beds, and Jill looking sexy as hell even in her sweatshirt and jeans…

Ethan
couldn’t get the picture of her in her sexy lingerie out of his head, and his
erection was really starting to hurt. He waited for Zach to volunteer to go get
food again, but he didn’t, and Ethan didn’t want to leave the two of them alone.

Zach
finally went through the drawers of the place and came up with a brand new deck
of cards.

“Poker?”
He held up the deck and lifted his eyebrows hopefully.

“I
don’t have any money,” Jill said.

“We
could make it more interesting.”

She
stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m not stripping—it’s too cold.”

“Not
exactly where I was going.” Zach sat at the table and cleared it, then tapped
the end of the deck against the table. “We each write down a fantasy and play
for that, one each in the pot. Whoever wins the hand ends up with all the
fantasies and can request it or not.”

Jill
slid into the chair beside him, her attention on the cards. “A sexual fantasy,
you mean. Not like, ‘God, I wish I had a cheeseburger?’”

“What
other kind? Look, I know you’re exclusive, the two of you, but what happens
within these walls can stay here. When this is over, you two go your way and I
go mine. We may never have another chance to experience something like this
with no repercussions, right?” Zach turned to Ethan. “Look, she’s yours, I get
it. I want no claim on that, just a little fun.”

Ethan
looked at Jill. Her lips were parted, her skin flushed in arousal. He held her
gaze and waited for her protest. None came. He thought about the emails they’d
exchanged the past few weeks. She may say she didn’t like games, but she did.
Maybe this way he could see if that mattered to him or not.

He
sat back and addressed Zach. “What will we use as chips?”

****

Ethan
stared at the growing pile of chocolate candy pieces in front of Jill, as well
as the folded pieces of paper that held fantasies, one for each of them for
each round of play. Two sat in front of Zach as well. Ethan hadn’t won a round
yet.

The
fact that the others had this control was making him nervous. He could tell by
the way Jill was shifting that she was already playing out a scene in her head.
Her nipples peaked beneath the sweatshirt and her cheeks were rosy, and he was
pretty sure it wasn’t from the heater. He wished he knew what were on those
other pieces of paper. He wished he knew which one was getting her hot and
bothered.

His
own fantasies were pretty lame. A striptease and a blow job from Jill. He’d
been careful to make that distinction. But he didn’t trust Zach, and could see
his influence on Jill.

“I
don’t want to play cards anymore.” Jill gathered up her slips of paper and
rising. She pushed her chair back and stripped off the sweatshirt, revealing
her breasts swelling above the lace of her bra. Zach and Ethan stared, and his
own hand twitched with the need to touch her breast, stroke her hard nipples.

Zach
eased back in his chair. “You have one of those that you like?”

“I
have three.” She opened the slips and fanned them in front of her, tucking one
slip into her pocket. Ethan wondered what that one said. She bent at the waist
in front of him, filling his gaze with her full breasts. “I’ll let Ethan pick
one.”