Three Christmas Wishes - Krista Wolf Page 0,54

something like this would never have occurred to me in a thousand years. That I’d be enjoying a hotel suite in Toronto with my two best friends, taking turns pleasuring the most beautiful woman I’d ever known, met, or been intimate with? It just seemed too unreal.

And yet here we were together, sharing her between us. Somehow without jealousy. Somehow without shyness or reservation, or even judgment by anyone. She was girlfriend material, but she wasn’t anyone’s specific girlfriend. Hell, she was wife material, whether she knew it or not.

You’re falling for her.

I was, and I’d decided it wasn’t something I could help. Sloane was beautiful and sexy and amazing in bed, but beyond that she was smart and sweet and successful. She was creative in ways that I could never hope to be, and her artistic abilities were something we all admired. Watching her pour that statue earlier, and seeing the fruits of hundreds of hours of effort? It spoke of a special dedication and attention to detail that made her all the more attractive in our eyes.

Best of all, her work was beautiful. This wasn’t a case of some starving artist trying to push no-talent work around; the things we’d seen in her studio — and now in our garage — had been quality pieces of sheer artistry. I wasn’t surprised in the least that she’d landed a prestigious show, and I couldn’t wait to see her in action. We had one more piece to cast. One more task ahead of us, and then we could enjoy the rest of the week.

“Your turn, bro.”

I was still kissing her, looking deep into her chocolate eyes. Thinking of all the things she made me feel, when Valerio tapped me on the shoulder. Sloane shifted my way, and I turned her on her side. Sliding up behind her, I lifted one shapely leg and glided into her sideways, scissoring her from behind as I slowly sawed in and out of the tightest, most beautiful place in the whole world.

“MMMmmm…”

She craned her neck back to kiss me some more, and I didn’t break stride. Our tongues danced as our bodies undulated, screwing excitedly against one another to get every last inch of joy and euphoria.

How long does this go on?

It was a question I’d asked myself too much over the past week. It was a question I hated too, because it inferred that what we were doing had some sort of ending at all.

Could you really love a woman who also loves your friends?

Though I wasn’t sure what we had was love, it could certainly go down that road. And before it did, I sort of needed to know the answer. If I couldn’t share her without jealousy, this was nothing more than a fun few weeks. But if somehow I could…

Almost on cue Kade slid up on the opposite side of her. I watched as she began kissing him slowly, soulfully, moaning into his mouth. Bouncing gently against him as I rocked her with deep, deliberate thrusts that made my eyes half-close with the pleasure of her heat and wetness.

Holy fuck.

It was hot. And not just hot, but super crazy intense hot. The kind of hot that made regular sex seem… well, regular.

Could you do it though?

With Kade and Valerio? Yes. Yes, I could. They were like brothers to me, and there was no reason not to. Between us there would be joking around, ribbing, even ranking on each other. But not jealousy. Not when it came to Sloane. Not when it came to this…

Her angelic face turned back toward mine. Her lips were plump and full, her eyes just a little bit crossed from looking at me so close. She had her arms around my neck now. Our noses brushed lightly against one another’s as I kept fucking her.

“Come in me.”

Her voice was low and husky, but still feminine and beautiful. Her eyes were pleading. Her lashes tickled mine.

“Please Brock. I… I want…”

Her eyes crossed further, and I felt her arms go tight. She was coming again. And she wanted me to come with her.

“I want you to—”

It happened simultaneously — the two of us, soaring off to nirvana together. My cock throbbed hard inside her, shooting her full again. Unloading whatever I had left by this point, as my body surged forward one last time, burying my throbbing, pulsing manhood so impossibly deep inside her it felt like we touched souls.

“YES…”

Sloane clawed my back, pulling me tighter. Her nails