Three Christmas Wishes - Krista Wolf Page 0,11
shocks of pleasure everywhere he touched.
And then before I knew it, another pair of hands took hold of me. They spun me backward until I was in Valerio’s arms, and now he was kissing me too!
Holy SHIT Sloane!
His mouth was softer, slower, even sweeter. He inhaled deeply as we continued our kiss, drinking me in. My legs trembled as he cradled the side of my face in one warm hand, causing me to whimper softly as I moaned into his mouth.
It was totally insane, but it was beautiful, too. The dim room, the soft music, the Christmas lights — all these things were adding to the experience. But I couldn’t ignore the warmth of the growing heat between my legs. That unmistakable feeling of raw, unchecked lust.
“My turn.”
Kade’s gruff voice was followed by another pair of hands, as he took possession of me next. He pulled me tightly against his massive body, crushing me in a way that was hot and fierce yet somehow delicate.
Oh… oh fuck…
His lips were supple, his kisses wild and unapologetic. I found myself consumed with him. Consumed by him, as his tongue poked past my teeth and came roaring into my mouth.
Ohhhhh…
My body melted into his steel-like arms, which felt so strong they could hold up a building. Our tongues swirled. My breath became his breath, until I was so dizzy, so lightheaded…
Just as suddenly as they’d taken me, the guys were setting me gently back into the couch. I looked up at them, totally breathless. Totally helpless too, like prey that had been willingly cornered.
“Your boyfriend’s an idiot,” Kade said, setting his hands at his hips.
“Ex-boyfriend,” I corrected him swiftly.
Brock glanced at his friends then back to me, his mouth curling into a mischievous smile.
“Yeah…” he chuckled, as he and Valerio sank into the couch on either side of me. “About that…”
Nine
SLOANE
“There’s really not much to tell,” I said, tracing the rim of my wineglass with a slow-moving finger. “There were way more bad times than good, especially toward the end. I wasted three years with him.”
We were lounging in the shadows now, relaxing before our handiwork. Trading stories beneath the beautiful Christmas tree the guys had so thoughtfully brought to life with me.
But all I could really think about was them.
We’d gone straight into talking about exes and past relationships. Oddly there was no mention of how I’d just been kissed so thoroughly, so hotly, that I was still dripping wet.
And kissed by all three of them, to boot.
“Well he sounds like he sucks all around,” said Kade, lounging in the loveseat across from us. Absently he thumbed the empty bottle of beer in his right hand. “Was he good in bed at least?”
“Ugh,” I wrinkled my nose. “God no!”
“Why not?”
“Well for one he lacked certain equipment,” I smiled, “if you know what I mean. But he was also boring and unimaginative, inside the bedroom and out. Every time I tried to spice things up, he looked at me like I was some kind of pervert.”
“So he had a girl like you,” Valerio reasoned, “willing to get spicy in the bedroom. I’m assuming this means dressing up, role play, fantasy stuff, maybe a little bondage…”
“All of the above,” I grinned, not-so-shyly.
“And he still wasn’t interested?” Brock finished.
“He was interested as far as his own needs being met,” I shrugged. “Me going down on him, of course. Him rarely reciprocating, and even when he did…” I wrinkled my nose again. “He just totally sucked at it.”
“You’d think sucking at it would be a good thing,” Kade quipped.
“Not necessarily,” I replied slyly. “I mean, some guys can be naturally good. Like really, really good. But others, well… they just don’t get the hang of it.”
I settled back into the couch, absorbing the silence that followed. I couldn’t believe the turn the conversation had taken! Then again, wasn’t I the one leading it down those very avenues?
“You sound like a woman who knows what she likes,” Valerio said boldly. I noticed that his hand, which rested casually beside mine, had somehow made its way to my knee. He was tracing tiny circles there, slowly, deliberately.
“This also sounds like a bit of a challenge,” said Brock, from the other side of me.
“Challenge?”
“Well I mean we are guys,” he said matter-of-factly. “We are competitive.”
The knot in my throat was back again. So was my racing heartbeat.
“Competitive in what way?” I choked.
He shrugged his beautiful shoulders, then leaned into me. “Being the best,” he said simply. “Beating out everyone