Four For Christmas (7 page)

Georgia turned in Chris’s arms to study the two other men in the room. Jimmy was leaning forward on the couch, his expression predatory, as though he could pounce at any moment. Flynn, who’d seemed the one with the most reservations, was watching her hungrily, all hesitation apparently gone.

Still, she had to ask. The tequila must have well and truly loosened her tongue. Of course, Chris had helped. “I’ve wondered about it a lot lately. Haven’t you? Having friends who share—a woman or a man—has to make you think about it.” She narrowed her gaze on Flynn, who shifted a little uncomfortably on the balls of his feet and a spark of jealousy surprised her. “Some of you may not
have
to wonder.”

Georgia squeezed Chris’ hand and then headed in Flynn’s direction. She heard Jimmy’s surprised exclamation. “You? The one who is always joking about the orgy palace? I just thought you were a prude.”

“He’s not.” Georgia was sure now. “He was jealous. He’s experienced it and he wants to again, don’t you, Flynn?”

Flynn’s jerky nod as she reached him made her hesitate. “Did you care about her? Them? You don’t have to do th—”

Flynn slid both his hands in her thick curls and tugged her head back. “I care about you, Georgia. I told you I wanted you. When you ran away, I thought it was because you didn’t want me back.”

He didn’t wait for her response. With her neck arched, Flynn kissed lips already sensitive from Chris’s onslaught. He worshipped her with his lips, nibbling and sucking, stroking her teeth and the roof of her mouth with his tongue.

Georgia felt like no part of her had been left unexplored. She was open. Visible and bare in a way she’d never been before. Flynn had sought out speed in his life, with cars, on mountains, on snowmobiles. But with her, he was taking his time. Methodically driving her insane.

Her thighs were shaking, her body aware of every sensation, every touch, every breeze. The intensity of the moment. Of being shared by these men who she’d believed were too beautiful to be real. It was almost too much to take in.

She leaned into his hands, her own clenching at her stomach, desperately wanting to slide between her legs. She needed release. She needed Chris to pump against her. To press her sex against Jimmy’s hard stomach. To feel Flynn’s cock sliding into her sex. She moaned in distress and pulled away.

“Georgia, honey, you’re shaking.”  Jimmy came up beside them, patting the shell-shocked Flynn’s back and reaching out to grab Georgia’s clenched hands. “What is it you need?”

“She needs us,” Chris answered for her, coming up behind her to lift her into his arms and take her to the couch. He sat down and pulled her across his lap, stroking her heated skin. “She needs release, don’t you Georgia?”

She hesitated. She could stop this anytime, she knew. Because she knew them. Knew they wouldn’t hold it against her. Wouldn’t force her. Days of close quarters, of smelling them on her and dreaming about them, had taken its toll. Now, kissing them, reacting to each of their touches so strongly…it threw her. Was she a harlot after all? Did it matter?

For once, Jimmy wasn’t arguing with Chris. “You’re right. She needs to come. Flynn, help Chris get her out of those clothes while I get supplies.”

Supplies? Georgia wondered hazily as she sat on Chris’s lap and he rocked her ass against his cock. Condoms? Handcuffs? Rope? Her mind raced with possibilities.

She sensed Flynn come up beside them moments before her arms were raised in the air and her shirt came off over her head. She glanced down at her bra. It was simple ivory lace covering what she’d always considered to be average breasts. Not too big and not too small.  Though if she went by Chris’s pleased expression she might have thought they were Playboy-worthy.

Flynn undid the hooks and the bra hung loosely on her shoulders. Chris smiled. “This will be the second time I’ve seen you naked.”

Georgia blushed. “Is it time for another examination, Doctor?”

His jaw clenched, nostril flaring with surprised arousal. Georgia smiled. Oh, he’d had that fantasy, had he? She would have to remember that. “Let’s hope this time you’re a bit more…thorough.”

Flynn pressed his jean-clad erection against her; sliding his hands down her shoulders to push her bra down her arms. He cupped one of her breasts. “Beautiful.” He pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb and gently squeezed. “So beautiful. I can’t wait to try them. Let him taste them while we get you out of the rest of your clothes.”

Blue eyes flared with desire as Chris complied, for once allowing his younger brother’s to lead. He leaned forward to take one of her nipples in his mouth and Georgia groaned. “I had a fantasy that started just like this. Okay, maybe more than one.”

Flynn had reached around to unbutton her pants and, along with Chris, they lifted her hips to remove them, leaving her in nothing but her special holiday underwear. Red silk, edged with black, the sides decorated with tiny satin ribbons.

Jimmy growled from the edge of the couch. “Keep those on her. She may be the best Christmas present we’ve ever gotten, guys. Let’s take our time unwrapping her.”

“Oh, damn.” Why did she feel like she could come from his words alone? She didn’t want them to wait. She could still feel Chris sucking one of her nipples hard against the roof of his mouth, Flynn had knelt beside the couch, ready to pay homage to her other breast.

Jimmy pulled off his shirt, revealing the dark bronze skin, chest lightly sprinkled with hair…and all those muscles. He licked his lips. “Well, maybe we can take a little peek.”

He stepped over the side of the couch and knelt between her legs. The heat from Chris’s erection pulsed against her silk covered cheeks as Jimmy lowered himself down. He spread her legs apart and caressed her through the damp fabric with the backs of his fingers. “Fuck, she is so wet, aren’t you Georgia? Was this a part of your fantasies? All of our mouths on your body? Tasting you? Taking you in?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh, yes.”

Her hands reached up to grasp Chris and Flynn’s heads, holding them to her breasts as she rocked against Chris’s lap, against Jimmy’s hand. So good. It felt so good. This was crazy, but there was no way she wanted to stop. Not when she was this close.

Jimmy’s voice was deep with his own need. “Then let’s make that fantasy come true.” He bent his head, his fingers pushing the silk to the side, only to replace it with the soft caress of his lips. His tongue.

He groaned low and loud. “Fucking perfect. Your taste…” And then he was no longer using his mouth to talk.

Georgia cried out at the first thrust of his tongue. She couldn’t describe it. Too many sensations. Mouths and hands and tongues, biting and sucking and licking and fucking her. Flynn and Chris were caressing her back, her belly. One hand slid down to press against her clit as Jimmy added two fingers inside her. Stretching her, filling her. Drinking her in.

Her hips were rocking harder now, demanding more. Deeper. Faster. Jimmy used his broad shoulders to spread her legs wider, one finger slipping through her liquid arousal before gliding lower, beneath her panties, along the seam of her ass.

She let out a shocked gasp when he pushed one finger against her there. The place she’d never imagined letting anyone touch. He circled it, pressed, and she felt lightening arc through her body. Was it because it was forbidden? Why did that feel so damn good?

He lifted his mouth. “Let me in, Georgia. Let me show you. Get you ready. Just imagine it. We all know what a good imagination you have. Imagine one of us behind you, one of us in front. Both inside you. Filling you up so completely you don’t know where you start and we begin.”

Flynn and Chris were both moaning against her breasts. They were imagining it too. Fucking her. Loving her. Taking her together. “Oh, hell.”

“No,” Jimmy corrected her. “Heaven.” And then he was kissing her again, biting the lips of her sex with just enough force to sting, only adding to her arousal. How did they know? How did they all know exactly how she wanted to be touched when she hadn’t known herself?

She felt that finger again, pressing for entrance. She breathed out and tried to relax, only to feel her whole body arch uncontrollably when he pushed inside. “It feels... Oh, Jimmy, it feels…”

So much. He was stretching her, bringing every cell, every nerve in her body to life. Too much.

“She’s tight,” Jimmy pressed his forehead against her thigh. “You’re going to have to go slow Flynn, if you don’t want to hurt her. Think you can handle that?”

Flynn lifted his mouth from her breast and stared at Jimmy for a long, tense moment. “Yeah. I think I can.”

What was happening? Her snow patrol hunk had suddenly become dominant. And Flynn seemed perfectly content to follow his commands. Jimmy thrust and curled two fingers deep inside her, his other still stretching her from behind, as if he were showing her an example of the power he now held over her.

How could she argue when she couldn’t think? How could she say no when he was giving her exactly what she wanted?

His strokes grew faster, and Chris lifted his mouth from her breast, taking her mouth the way Jimmy was taking her sex. Devouring her.

Her whole body shuddered hard between them as she came. Jimmy moaned and pressed his mouth deeper, as if loving the richer taste of her orgasm. A hum of pleasure and anticipation vibrating from Chris’s lips to her own, as if he were imagining taking her there. Having his turn.

Before she knew what was happening, Georgia was being lifted into Flynn’s arms. She felt his smooth skin against her own and wrapped her arms around his neck. When she looked up at him, her body still quaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, his emerald eyes burned.

She had to know. “Was it two women?”

A pulse ticked at his temple. “No. It was when I still worked for the lodge, before I started teaching on my own. A guest and her fiancé. I taught her to ski and she invited me back to her suite to warm up.”

She bit her lower lip. “Did you like it? Sharing?”

Georgia could hear Chris and Jimmy swiftly stripping behind her; her body was already tingling in response to what she knew was coming. But suddenly this seemed incredibly important. Flynn seemed important. As vulnerable as he was aroused.

He held her tighter, his grip nearly bruising in its intensity. “Too much. I thought it would be fun. Experiencing something new. Life was too short. I thought, so why not?” He inhaled slowly. “The idea of giving that to
you
, that kind of total pleasure? To watch as it completely takes you over…I think it will ruin me for anyone else. That nothing else will be good enough.”

She sifted her hands through his thick dark hair and pulled his head down so she could bite his chin. Then she looked into his eyes and smiled. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

And she was. This would always be her fantasy. Her memory. If they stopped now it would still have been the best sexual experience of her life. Nothing could top the desire she felt for them, the care they were taking with her.

Nothing.

“Set her down, Flynn.” The now familiar whiskey voice made her shiver. Chris.

Flynn obeyed, dropping her legs and letting her slide slowly down his body. She felt the heat and length of his cock against her hip, her stomach, her breasts. She wasn’t sure when her feet hit the floor, because she was so focused on the other sensations.

Chris put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around to face him. She felt her eyes widen as she took him in. Doctor Williams was the sexiest redheaded giant she had ever seen. With a smattering of auburn curls, his chest was wide and beautifully sculpted. His waist was narrow, highlighting a body that was made entirely of muscle.

How was he able to treat patients without being accosted by every red-blooded nurse who passed his way?

Her gaze lowered and froze. He was big everywhere. Like Jimmy. Only wider. Thicker. Her mouth watered, her thighs clenched, and just like that, she was needy again. Aching for more.

Chris took his cock in hand and studied her. “I’m calling dibs.”

His words forced a surprised laugh from her throat. “What?”

Chris’s tone was playful, but his eyes were heated as they glided up and down her body. “Flynn was the first to tell you he wanted you. Jimmy was the first to kiss your lips. To taste your sweetness.” He glanced over her shoulder. “I want her too much to wait.”

Flynn chuckled. “Told you he was competitive, Georgia.”

She turned to see Jimmy staring at him through his long, dark eyelashes. “Not this time, Flynn. Just as needy as the rest of us.”

He nodded and Chris took that as his cue, pulling her into his arms and kissing her senseless. He was so big. Once again she was lifted off her feet. It was a sensation she was beginning to love.

She lifted her mouth when they landed back on the large mountain-man sized sofa, Chris lying flat on his back and her on top of him. She was still wearing her damp, slightly twisted red silk panties.

She heard the sound of foil being torn, felt his large hand slide between their bodies. Was he trembling? She raised her head, only to be captured in his deep blue gaze. This was more than just a tipsy experiment. The power of the desire she could see there would have buckled her knees if she were standing.

“Georgia, I…” He closed his eyes and his big body shuddered as she covered his hand with her own, helping him roll the condom down his rigid erection. “I knew you would be a difficult patient.”