Winter Fire: A Red Hot Winter Story (4 page)

Ahhh, better.

Garreth slid in deeper, stretching her back passage, hurting her, delighting her. Pleasure mingled with pain as he pulled out, easing the tension, then pushed back in.

Damn, how good did that feel?

Jackson slammed his cock back into her pussy.

Garreth seated himself to the root in her ass with a lusty moan.

She couldn’t keep still, couldn’t not move. She wanted Garreth driving into her, fucking her for all he was worth. Wanted Jackson pleasuring her pussy as Garreth took her ass.

She swung her hips forward, almost displacing Garreth’s cock, then drove back, engulfing him completely.

That was all it took. Garreth’s hands found her hips, and using them to steady himself, he began to fuck her in earnest. Long, slow, drugging strokes, followed by short, quick, carnal ones, then back to the drugging ones.

Time lost meaning. All that existed was her and Garreth and Jackson. The three of them. Or the two of them at any rate. Every inch of her skin was covered in goose bumps. Pleasure soaked deep into her bones.

She couldn’t hold back the ecstasy. It swept through her, over her, unbridled bliss exploding inside. Her climax hit with force, starting in her pussy and spreading in shockwaves through to her ass.

She clamped her muscles around Garreth’s cock, squeezing him, clenching around him.

He let out a roar, thrust hard through her wild orgasm, and froze. Seconds later he too erupted, his cock pulsing in her ass, emptying itself as it beat rhythmically inside her.

With Garreth in her ass and Jackson in her head, Rachel continued to come, one wild undulation following another. Her orgasm was explosive. Fierce. All-consuming.

When the force of her release finally subsided, she was left wasted. Utterly exhausted. She dropped onto the doona, spent, and Garreth followed, collapsing on her back in a massive heap of heated male bulk.

Jackson was nowhere in sight.

Chapter Three

Rachel leaned on the railing at Echo Point and stared sightlessly at the Three Sisters. The natural rock pillars stood majestically before her, demanding her attention. She knew she should give them their due and concentrate on the incredible beauty of the panoramic mountain formations before her, but thanks to Garreth and their evening last night, her mind was too full to focus on anything besides Jackson.

She shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket and tried not to shiver from the cold.

Just a few more hours and Jackson would arrive. Two and a half years had passed since she’d last seen him. By mutual consensus they’d decided the path of no contact whatsoever would probably be the wiser one.

God, she missed him. Every day she thought about him, wondered about him. Imagined his kisses, imagined making love to him. And every day she quietly told herself that her living in Sydney was the best thing for them. They couldn’t be together, so why torture themselves?

Problem was, since Garreth had made Jackson a part of their sexual play last night, Rachel was no longer thinking about him every now and again. She was pretty much obsessing about him all the time. Counting down the minutes ’til she saw him. Or she would be if she had an ETA.

“You’re looking pensive,” a familiar Canadian accent drawled in her ear.

A flash of heat ripped through her belly at the unexpected voice. She turned to him with a smile. “Garreth.” Once again, she was struck by his beauty.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he said.

She laughed. As if visiting the Three Sisters wasn’t the number one tourist attraction in the Blue Mountains. “I thought you’d have left the mountains by now.”

He shook his head. “Nope. I’m here for the rest of the weekend. Just like you.”

Rachel did a double take. For some reason she’d been under the misguided impression he was checking out of the hotel this morning. “Oh…uh…”

He frowned. “I hope that’s surprise on your face and not horror.”

She laughed. “Definitely not horror.” A hot tug on her pussy verified her response. Oh, yeah. No horror anywhere in sight.

“Relieved to hear that. You know, I almost didn’t recognize you,” he said.

She stared up at him. “What? You forget what I looked like already?”

He tsked. “Woman, an image of you, naked and coming, is forever seared in my brain.” His voice was low and a little hoarse. His emerald eyes sparkled with desire, which in turn triggered her own lustful hunger.

She licked her lips.

“It’s the toque,” he explained.

Huh? “The what?”

He touched her head. “Your hat.”

“My beanie?” For a minute there she wondered if he’d been speaking English. “What about it?”

He moved his hands to her neck. “Between it and your scarf, they hide your hair.” He wrapped his hands around each end of the scarf and tugged on it, pulling her closer.

She closed the distance between them voluntarily, so they stood pressed together. If she didn’t have on another sixteen odd layers of clothes, they would have been touching. “It’s cold. I need to keep warm.” At least he wore a sweater today.

“It’s cold, for Australia, I suppose,” he acknowledged. “But as I told you last night, we Canadians have a good way of keeping warm.”

Rachel’s knees went weak. Last night. Hell, last night had been up there with the best sex she’d ever had. She whimpered softly as desire, fierce and heated, shot through her. Garreth had left her sated and satiated in ways she’d never dreamed. He’d also left her with a burning need for Jackson. A need hotter than it had ever burned before.

Yesterday she’d thought about Jackson on an emotional level, blocking out the attraction they’d once shared. Today all she seemed able to concentrate on was sex. Sex with Jackson. Sex with Garreth too. Sex with both of them.

By the time Garreth had finished with her last night, her head and heart had been so full of Jackson, she suspected if she’d fallen asleep in Garreth’s bed, she’d have woken up expecting to see Jackson. As it was, she’d dreamed about Jackson the whole damn night. Dreams even more erotic than usual.

Garreth looked at her now with troubled eyes. “You’ve got that pensive expression on your face again. Wanna talk about what’s bothering you?”

“You read me too easily for comfort.” It was uncanny how he’d picked up on her feelings for Jackson.

“I don’t need a degree in psychology to see something’s on your mind.” He rubbed his thumb over her cheek tenderly. “It’s Jackson, isn’t it?”

She gaped at him. Damn it, psychology degree or not, he was far too astute for his own good. “How do you know?”

“It’s the sighs you keep emitting. They’re a dead giveaway.”

She slapped her head. “Oh, God, I’m so pathetic.”

“Pathetic? Hardly.” He snorted in derision. “Sexy, beautiful and about the most fuckable woman I’ve ever met? Definitely.”

Was he crazy? “Garreth, I’m standing here, sighing about another man, and you still think I’m fuckable?”

“I don’t think. I know. Last night you were supremely fuckable. Today? Even more so. I would dearly love to get you back to my room so I can get rid of that jacket, and the four hundred sweaters you have on beneath it, and have my wicked way with you.”

Goosebumps skittered up her spine. “Even knowing there’s another man on my mind?”

He brushed a tender hand over her cheek. “I’m leaving Australia in two weeks,” he said. “Never coming back. Does it bother me that the woman I want to spend a dirty weekend with has someone else on her mind? No, sweet thing. Not in the least. Now tell me about him.”

She hesitated.

“Will it help if I tell you there’s a woman on my mind too?” he asked, as though sensing her reluctance to talk honestly.

She raised an eyebrow.

He gave her a sad smile. “I’m not feeding you a line to make you feel better. I just want you to know you can talk to me.”

“Tell me about her.” If he could talk about his woman, perhaps she could tell him about Jackson.

He shrugged. “There’s not much to tell. She’s the one. I fell for her the first time I laid eyes on her.”

“And yet you’re not together?”

He shook his head. “She says she loves me too, but won’t act on it. She apparently has her reasons.”

“Is she mad?” Rachel asked before she could stop herself. “You have to be the catch of the century.”

He brushed her cheek again, and a shivery tingle shot through her face and neck. “I’d like to think so.” He smiled, but there was a melancholy in his eyes that belied his gentle humor.

“I’m sorry,” Rachel told him. “If I wasn’t already in love with another man, I’d fall for you like a ton of bricks.”

“You’re just trying to making me feel better.”

“Is it working?”

He looked thoughtful. “It would work better if we were both naked and you said it around a mouthful of my cock.”

She laughed. Oh, God. There went her pussy, gushing like a waterfall all over again. “Garreth?”

“Uh huh?”

“You wanna head back to the hotel so we can both be naked?”

He leaned in real close. “Damn, woman. I would love it.” He meshed his mouth to hers, jerking her body to life in a mad rush, then pulled away, leaving her crazily aroused. “But until you spill your heart, I ain’t leaving this place.”

She gaped at him. “You’d leave me like this? Teetering on the brink of no return? Wet and wanting? You’d actually refuse to fuck me, just so I’ll talk about
him
?”

“You mean Jackson.”

She froze. “Wh-why do you keep bringing him up?” Her heart banged against her ribs.

“You brought him up first, sweet thing. Last night in front of the fire. And when I said his name in my room… Let’s just say your reaction told me everything I needed to know.”

“God, I’m sorry,” Rachel said, suddenly mortified. “I didn’t mean to react like that. Didn’t mean to get so…turned on.” Heat burned her cheeks and for the first time since she’d been outside she didn’t feel the cold. If anything, she was way too warm. She must be blushing crimson.

He shook his head with disbelief and hauled her into his arms, pressing her close against his body. His erection was clearly evident, even through the numerous layers of their clothing. “You’re apologizing? For acknowledging your real feelings? Don’t. You think your reaction didn’t get me so fucking hot I almost came on the spot?”

She gaped up at him.

“Know the only thing that would have turned me on more?” he asked, his voice a whisper, a way of ensuring his words didn’t carry through the crowds, or worse, echo through Echo Point. “If he’d been in that bed with us. Making love to you at the same time as me.”

She swallowed. He liked that idea? Seriously? “I… I thought you were just weaving a fantasy for me last night.”

He shook his head, his eyes blazing with green heat. “Not just for you, sweet thing. For me too. I would love to take your ass while your guy—Jackson—takes your pussy.”

Her knees trembled.

He pulled her close, as though instinctively realizing she needed the support. “Do you love him?” he asked in her ear.

God, what was the point of denying it now? “I do.” She always had, and she always would.

“Does he love you?”

“He did.” But after more than two years, who knew? Out of choice they hadn’t spoken in all that time.

“You break up?”

“No. We were never together.” Damn it. There came the cold again, sneaking through her jacket, creeping into her bones.

“Why not?”

She sighed and buried her face in his shoulder, absorbing his warmth. “His sister.”

“Your BFF?”

He didn’t miss a trick. “Uh huh.”

“What does she have to do with it?”

“Jenna has rules.”

“About her brother?”

“About them being twins.”

“What kind of rules?”

“Their friends are off-limits to each other.”

“You mean you can’t be Jackson’s friend?”

“Oh, I can be his friend. Just not his lover.”

“Excuse me?” He sounded shocked. “Jenna decides who her brother can or can’t sleep with?”

She tried to pull away from him, but he kept his arms around her, holding her tight. “No. Not at all. Jenna’s just forbidden Jackson from having relationships with her friends.”

He rubbed her back, and she felt oddly comforted. “Why?”

“Experience.”

“Jackson’s had a lot of relationships with her friends?”

She sighed. The story was complicated. Too complicated to tell Garreth the full version. “He had his share. Problem was, when Jackson was through with them, they no longer showed interest in being friends with Jenna.”

“Sounds like school issues, not adult ones.”

“They were school issues,” Rachel agreed. “But even school issues have a way of spiraling out of control.” They had a way of destroying people’s lives. And one such issue had brought Jenna—and Jackson—close to the brink.

“Did something happen?”

“You could say.”

“Tell me.”

Rachel shook her head. “It’s not my place.” Jenna’s life had changed forever. As had Jackson’s. Their experience had given both her and Jackson sound reason to never date each others’ friends again. Reasons Rachel understood, even though it killed her not to come out and confess to Jenna how she really felt about her brother. “Suffice it to say by the time Jenna and I became friends, she’d placed a strict, off-limits sign on her friends as far as Jackson was concerned. And a strict, off-limits sign on Jackson as far as her friends were concerned.”

“How about Jenna? Can she date Jackson’s friends?”

Rachel snorted. Her friend did not have double standards.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Garreth surmised.

“Both of them were badly hurt. They came to a mutual understanding.”

Garreth was silent for a while, as though absorbing what she’d told him. When he spoke he pulled away slightly so he could look into her eyes. “You’ve been in love with him how long now?”

“Twelve years.”

“Twelve years? And you’ve never slept with him, in all that time?”

Rachel didn’t answer.

“So you have slept with him,” Garreth surmised from her silence.

“Just once,” she admitted.

“And?”

Her stomach turned to mush just remembering. “And it was the best and worst time of my life.”