Winter Fire: A Red Hot Winter Story by Jess Dee Page B

exposing her belly. He dragged his hand over her stomach, igniting all sorts of fires inside her. She looked at Jackson, felt Garreth’s touch on her naked flesh and groaned.
    Garreth had been right. Jackson, thinking Garreth intended to sleep with her, hadn’t been able to stay away. He’d come after her. She could have kissed Garreth.
    She did kiss him.
    She twirled around his arms, held his face in her hands and pressed her mouth to his. His lips parted to meet hers instantly. Even with his tongue sweeping into her mouth, she could feel his lips curving into a smile.
    She smiled right back.
    Until Jackson interrupted the kiss with one furious word. “Enough!”
    Garreth pulled away an inch. “Go to it, sweet thing,” he whispered. “Make him yours.” He gave her a gentle push, and she lost her balance and toppled over.
    Jackson caught her, spun her around and kissed her. So forcefully she couldn’t breathe. But that was okay. What was a little life-saving oxygen when the man she’d loved forever kissed her as though his very life depended on it?
    He kissed her and he kissed her and he kissed her. And when Rachel began to think she might pass out from the sheer pleasure his mouth induced, he kissed her some more. And she kissed him back, cherishing every second.
    An eternity passed before Jackson pulled away, before he looked over her shoulder at Garreth and nodded. “This is it. The last night we share. Ever.”
    “Then we best make it worth our while. And Rachel’s.”
    Rachel smiled. Oh, this was going to be worth all of their whiles. She put her hands on Jackson’s shirt and finished off the task of opening his buttons for him.
    Jackson shivered beneath her touch, and his hand tightened in her hair. “Enjoy it, Halt. After this you don’t get to touch her again.”
    Let the men argue it out. Let them iron out all the creases. She just wanted to touch them. Both of them. Rachel pushed Jackson’s shirt off, showing his lean, muscled chest. She pressed her lips to one of his nipples and then the other, making him groan out loud.
    She smiled at the knowledge she and Garreth shared. They’d already accepted the fact they wouldn’t touch again. Tonight, now, was simply an added bonus for both of them.
    Rachel turned to face Garreth, still smiling, and he winked at her. She went to work on the buttons of his shirt too. The six-pack covering his stomach made her mouth water. Both of them, Garreth and Jackson, looked ridiculously good shirtless. Two hot-blooded males, filling her room.
    She could hardly wait for them to dispose of their pants.
    She leaned in to lick one of Garreth’s nipples and he brushed his hand through her hair. “Oh, yeah, sweet thing. Just like that.”
    Rachel sucked the nipple into her mouth, making Garreth shudder.
    “Christ,” he rasped. “I need to see you naked.”
    Rachel grinned as she released his flesh. “Then get rid of these pajamas.”
    “I’ll let Jackson do the honors,” he said, and turned her in his arms so she faced the man she loved.
    He stood less than a meter away. His eyes were dark as night and heated breath escaped his parted lips. When he stepped forward and lifted his hands to undo her buttons, they shook.
    It probably didn’t take long to open her pajama top, but it felt like forever. His hands worked torturously against her. They were icy cold, making her nipples bead instantly, but it was the soft flicking of his fingers over her breasts that drove her wild. It had her moaning in Garreth’s hold. The cold prickles that had covered her skin vanished. Goose bumps took their place, erupting all over her arms and shoulders. Her nipples were tight buds, desperate for Jackson’s touch. For Garreth’s mouth.
    Wet heat pooled in her pussy.
    Jackson heaved in a deep breath as her top fell open. “Dear God.” His voice was dry as grit, and he spent several seconds just staring at her.
    Her breasts grew heavy beneath his gaze. Needy.
    “Damn, Rach.”