AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Only been to Europe to ski,” Winter clarifies. “Got nowhere near the sea.”
Switzerland is where she lost her family. Maybe Europe doesn’t have the happiest memories for her, even though it’s a vast continent with tons of countries to visit. Still, I catch my brothers’ eyes as we all convey in that split second that—all being well—we’re taking Winter away somewhere hot and fabulous. I want to see her in a bikini, preferably one that’s got an optional top half. That sounds like my kind of holiday.
“Think on it,” I suggest. “We can make plans for the summer.”
She studies me with an enigmatic expression, but I’ve come to see this as deceptively interrogative. And I know what she’s thinking because any sane woman would be. And Winter’s smart. Admirably, she’s dedicated to her work and keen to climb the corporate ladder, especially after her demotion. And while I can tell she’s not with us because of who we are, I can’t help but think she’d dump us first before she ditched the job.
That thought kind of sours my mood, and the doom and gloom only magnifies when she doesn’t agree wholeheartedly, throwing out ideas of places to visit.
Luca sends me a quizzical look which must mean I’m frowning.
“There’s a half bottle of whiskey to finish,” Winter suggests. “I can grab some sodas too. You want to be careful on those roads in the morning,” she says to Luca, my heart melting a little at her concern. Maybe not all is lost.
“Yeah, why not,” Luca says. “Might as well enjoy my vacation seeing as it’s the last one I’ll have for a while.”
“Right,” Winter agrees heading for the kitchen.
“Until our week-long summer vacation to the Seychelles,” I remind him. “Where Winter is serving us drinks out of coconuts, half-naked.”
From the kitchen, Winter does a full-on belly laugh. “You’ve got that wrong. I signed up for the holiday with half-nakedmen.”
“I knew you were tempted,” I call across at her as she places glasses on a tray.
“Sorely. But do you think my bosses will increase my vacation allowance from four to five? Feels kinda important.”
Brecken stands, wandering to the kitchen area to help carry the tray that Winter’s loading up with sodas and empty glasses. She tucks a bottle of whiskey under her arm and grabs a bowl of ice.
“You might need to make sweet with the boss,” Luca voices, eyeing her seriously. “Bosses.”
“Oh yeah?” Winter enquires innocently. She follows Brecken and his steady hands back to our location. “Why?”
“Because we make the rules.”
“How am I meant to make nice with my boss?” she asks rhetorically. “Or indeed bosses? They sound super needy and hard to please.”
“Your mouth wrapped around his dick would be a good start. He can be demanding. They all can.”
Taking the bottle from her, Luca pours out four glasses. “Do you want that extra vacation time or not?”
“Want,” she says with a smile, placing a hand on his bicep. She slides her hand up and over his shoulder and around to his nape, Luca twisting into her body. He places his hands on her waist, pulling her in close.
A soft, appreciative moan from Winter tells me he’s hard. And the fact that she presses into him, her arms threading around his neck tells me the evening just got a whole lot more interesting.
LUCA
Content to just chill tonight,I don’t think any of us were expecting the evening to turn playful. But Roo has a habit of engineering situations into something infinitely more fun. When I’m kicking back, then I’m happy to be his wingman, and in Winter, he’s found a willing playmate. Not that I’m complaining. She sucks dick like we’ve already been together multiple times, learning how I like it and delivering every damn time.
She’s tailor-made for me, which is good, because I’m beginning to expect this high-standard of attention on the regular. A man could get used to a sexually adventurous, game woman.
Three men could.
Quietly, with rapt expressions, Roo and Brecken look on as Winter bobs up and down on my raging erection. Her loose hair slides across my thighs, tickling the hell out of me, so I capture a huge chunk of it in my fist to improve my brothers’ visibility.
I love her hair. Sometimes, I think my obsession with it is on par with fetish status. The color is mesmerizing, continually glinting in the light. It’s like someone’s taken a bar of gold and melted it down, her long, flowing hair like liquid gold pouring from one vessel into another.
Roo knocks a pillow to the floor, wordlessly offering it to Winter in case she wants to protect her knees from the hardwood floor. She shuffles it into position, not breaking her stride.
The fire pops from the recent logs Brecken threw on, the flames a low roar behind the glass. But it’s Winter’s slurping and humming that has all of our attention, this game, this sexy trade we’re playing about winning vacation a perfect end to our stay.
