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We round the last grove of trees to my cabin. It’s a lovely three-story building with a wraparound porch that leads to a natural hot spring pool around the back.
Xane helps Julia off the snowmobile and leads her to the back of the porch. I run inside, and put a kettle on.
I bring three mugs of hot tea out to the back porch. The back firepit near the springs is crackling. Julia and Xane recline on some cushions they pulled down from the porch.
It’s nice to see Julia truly relaxed. She’s stripped down to the soft merino wool base layer she wore under her ski suit, and even in her worn state, she manages to pull off an usually unflattering outfit with incredible grace.
“Ahhh, tea. I need it after that workout,” Julia says reaching for the mug.
“Sore, love?” I ask, settling in on her other side.
“A bit,” she admits. Xane starts to rub her feet, pulling off the thick wool ski socks. She closes her eyes, enjoying his touch. “My shoulders are getting a little stiff,” she says.
I set my cup to the side, and slide in closer, taking the less than subtle hint happily. I massage her shoulders, feeling the stiffness melting under my fingers. She lets out a moan.
Xane is rubbing up her leg to the gentle curve of her calf. I rub a stubborn spot just below her collarbone, still over the soft sweater. Her moan deepens.
I sneak a kiss along her soft neck, then slide my hand under her shirt.
“This might sound silly, but my hips are so tight, too,” Julia murmurs in a soft and low tone. I nibble on her neck.
“Then let’s continue this massage in the hot spring, I’m sure we can find everything that’s tight, my Princess,” I whisper in her ear, solidifying my personal name for her. I pull the light sweater off her smooth curves, while Xane makes short work of the long wool pants, leaving our darling bare in the sparkling snow.
I pick her up before she catches a chill and carry her to the bubbling pool. The steam twirls around her, and her face flushes. Xane and I remove our own layers and join her in the water.
The first rays of sun start peeking through the trees around us. Under the water, I run my hands over Julia’s fabulous hips.
“Now, show me what’s tight,” I say against her lips, and kiss her deeply.
Chapter 21
Julia
The air is crisp and cold, a stark contrast to the hot water lapping at my skin. The smooth stone pool built around a natural hot spring overlooks the top of a gentle hill. The sun is just starting to stain the sky a rosy orange through the towering pines.
Before travelling with these four, I had never been anywhere so beautiful and so peaceful. I smile at the sky and return my attention to where it truly belongs: the two men revelling in the water with me.
“Now, show me what’s tight,” Derek whispers before claiming my mouth.
I lose myself in his soft lips and questing tongue as Xane wraps his hands around my ankles then runs them up my legs. He reaches the top of my thighs and starts massaging my skin under the hot flowing water.
Derek pulls away from my lips and starts blazing a trail of kisses down my throat. I tilt my head back, and his hands come up from the water, leaving hot trails across my collarbones.
A chilly breeze blows through the trees, making the spring water feel hotter. I reach for the two of them and run my hands over their slick, wet skin.
Xane’s hands are busy kneading at my hips and my thighs. They take turns capturing my mouth, letting our tongues have their own private winter dance.
I am captivated by them, by their mouths and hands. Derek entangles his fingers in my hair. Xane pushes my thighs apart, and his long fingers dance across my pussy mound, teasing.
I ache for him to part them, to feel my cunt filled with his deft digits. Or even better, his throbbing cock.
Derek pulls my hair and turns my face from Xane so he can reclaim my lips.
Xane pinches my delicate cunt lips. “She’s wetter than the water around her,” he whispers against my neck, nipping at the soft skin behind my ear on the last word.
“Is your pussy tight, Princess?” Derek murmurs against my lips. I moan as confirmation. “Close your eyes,” he whispers in that sexy-as-fuck accent.
I obey without question. He runs his hand up the side of my body and grasps my wrist. He pulls my hand out of the steaming water and pins it against the rough rocks.
I reach over with my other hand and run my fingers along his jaw line.
He catches that hand and pins it to the other side. I can feel him standing over me. Even with my eyes closed, I know what he looks like. Standing half out of the water, his twelve inches of utterly fuckable, throbbing cock drips with the steaming water.
