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He strikes me as the kind of dashing former football team captain who peaked in high school but still made it into Ivy League, somehow. He’s broad-shouldered and conventionally handsome, with a square jaw and a dimple in his chin, short blond hair, and the kind of smile that most women would kill to wake up next to every morning. I guess I’m the lucky one, thought, to have my three sizzling hot ex-Marines, instead. But what did this woman mean by ‘you could say that, yeah,’ I wonder.
“I was just out for a walk,” she tells her boyfriend. “Come on, let’s go grab lunch. I’m famished.”
“You and me both,” he replies, taking her hand in his as they walk back to the cabins beyond the woods. “I’d kill for a juicy steak right now.”
The woman gives me a wave and one last glance over her shoulder. “I’ll see you around,” she says.
“Yeah,” I mumble, watching them go.
I suppose everybody knows everybody around here, especially those who come every winter, year after year. Matthew has had the cabin for a long time, and the woman just said she’s been a regular in these parts since she was a kid. It makes sense that their paths may have crossed once or twice. Aspen may be a popular destination for the holidays, but it’s still small enough to leave room for familiarities here and there.
* * *
Just before dinner,I curl up with Cynthia’s diary in the chaise by my bedroom window. Outside, Sully and Jason are cutting up more firewood, and I absolutely love stealing glances at them while also reading about them. They have the dirtiest minds I’ve ever come across—I had no idea that anybody could do what they did with only a bowl of strawberries and a jar of honey. I’m absolutely jealous of Cynthia’s experiences, to be honest. She had them inside her, all three at once, repeatedly. I’ve read so much about it that I’m constantly wet as I imagine those scenes unfolding in my mind’s eye.
This is it, I decide as I watch Sully’s axe come down to split a large log in two. Jason gathers the pieces and loads them into a metallic basket, waiting for Sully to deliver a few more before they bring them inside. Matthew is in the kitchen, preparing dinner. I offered to help but he insisted that tonight’s dishes are something he wants to make on his own. It must be something dear to his heart, otherwise, he would’ve let me assist him. I don’t mind—I get to spend an extra hour reading more about them from the words of another woman who stayed here before me, though at times, it makes me feel like I’m just another chick that they’ve banged together.
But the deeper I delve into these pages, the clearer it becomes that their relationship was slowly beginning to fizzle out. I can sense the hesitation in some of these paragraphs, the tension lurking between her and the guys, even though I can’t yet identify the reason behind it. I do, however, reach the conclusion that it’s time for me to grab the bull by the horns tonight and state my wish loud and clear. I want the three of them in me, I want them to fill me up and claim me until I’m spent and left without any strength. I want them to stretch me and consume me like they did her. I want the memory of Cynthia to disappear so I can become the center of this winter. It’s a selfish thought, but I think I’ve earned this indulgence.
There’s a box on my bed that I’ve yet to open. Matthew bought it for me from a lingerie store in downtown Aspen—a luxury boutique of Italian provenance, judging by the elegant letters swirling across the lid. After a long shower and lotion pampering, I finally open the box and examine the lingerie set. It’s made of black lace and black silk with tiny red bowties. The cups are sheer, and the panties are crotchless. Just the way I like them.
“Oh, Matthew, you know me so well,” I giggle as I put the whole ensemble on and admire myself in the floor mirror.
I leave my hair down, falling in generous curls over one shoulder. I add a touch of red lipstick for contrast, but the black lace does most of the work for me. The silk straps hug my figure in all the right places, my breasts slightly struggling against the fabric while my pussy breathes delightedly below. I slip into a red satin robe and tie it tightly around my waist, proceeding to go downstairs barefooted and slightly wet. Screw dinner. I want my men to be the greatest hors d’oeuvres I’ll ever experience in this lifetime.
Walking into the kitchen at just the right time, I find Matthew taking the pot roast out of the oven, the fragrance of herbs and chili oil filling the whole room and sending my senses on a culinary joyride. Sully and Jason come in with the firewood, but they freeze on the spot when they see me. Matthew nearly drops the pan, and I can’t help but smile.
“I think we can leave dinner for later, if you don’t mind,” I tell them.
“Selina, this is… unlike you,” Matthew replies, but he is definitely intrigued. His lips curl up in a devilish smile as his gaze wanders up and down my body.
Sully exhales sharply. “Holy hell, woman, are you trying to kill us?”
“No, I just want something I haven’t had the courage to ask for until now,” I reply, slowly untying my robe to reveal the gorgeous lingerie awaiting beneath.
Jason clears his throat, unable to say anything.
“And what’s that?” Matthew asks, his gaze fixed on my body, the gray of his eyes dissolving into pitch black and burning embers.
“The three of you in me, at the same time. No more taking turns. I’ve got room for three, and I need everything filled tonight,” I declare, astonished by my own courage.
A second passes in heavy silence. Then another. And another, as the guys only stare at me with a mixture of smoldering arousal and disbelief. Gradually, their expressions shift into the realm of excitement, grins slitting their faces as they leave everything they were doing and decide to pounce on me. Matthew kisses me on the lips. Jason peels the robe off so he can kiss my shoulders. And Sully grabs my ass, squeezing and slapping it playfully as I giggle with excitement.
“Who do you want in your mouth?” Matthew asks, licking my lower lip.
I look to Sully.
He smiles, biting the inside of his cheek.
“Master bedroom?” I reply, heat pooling rapidly between my legs as my nipples perk up.
“Lead the way, princess,” Matthew says.
I’m just about to do that, their hands lingering on my body and their cocks shamelessly bulging through their jeans, when the doorbell rings. Almost instantly, the fire that has been burning in my chest simmers down. I can feel the heat of the moment slipping through my fingers, and I fear I may lose the spark that brought me this far.
“Hold on,” Matthew says, frowning slightly.
“Want me to warm up the bed?” I reply, half-joking.
