Thawing the Ice (Untamed 1)

She coaxed them to their full lengths. “Last night was about me. Today is about you.” She slowly lowered to her knees. “Time to present your weapons, gentlemen.”

They pulled their cocks out, and she marveled at the differences, holding each one in her hands as she worshipped their tips with her tongue, circling without taking either in her mouth. Casey was large and thick with a bulbous head turned an angry red. Ryan was slimmer and longer with a weeping mushroom tip tinged almost purple. Veins stood out on the sides and underneath. She took her time tracing each one.

“God, Lei, you’re so good at this,” Ryan rasped.

“Only for you two.”

“Fuck yes. So hot,” Casey said.

She sucked Casey into her mouth, pumping Ryan in time to her head bobs. His salty fluid flavored her mouth. She craved more. Wanting them both, she gripped them tight in each hand and alternated sucking their tips. Two sets of fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her as she continued to stroke them and take them as deep as she could manage. Moisture flooded her panties.

“Fuck, you’re going to make us come, baby,” Ryan said.

She hummed, willing them with her eyes to understand that’s exactly what she wanted.

“You want that? Having us spill down your throat?” Casey whispered.

She moaned, stroking them faster, and they bucked their hips out right, fucking her mouth in a rhythm they’d developed trading off every couple of minutes. The raw, desperate behavior had her teetering on the edge. Ryan hit the back of her throat, and she choked, then forced the unused muscles to relax. Tears rolled down her face, and the pleasure she took knowing what she did for them overrode the slight curve of learning pain. Ryan twitched and flooded her mouth with their creamy goodness. She took down every drop, stroking them until not a drop was left, and turned to Casey, repeating the process

Chapter Three

Leighton peered across the room and smiled at the sight of one of her two boyfriends. If someone had told her a couple of months earlier that her crushes would become an insane reality, she would’ve laughed in the person’s face. Now, it was as natural as breathing. Of course, boyfriend didn’t really begin to cover the bond they’d begun to spin. Childhood ties morphed into something more, blending, blurring, and reshaping into something far beyond what they’d hoped for in the beginning. Life up here in the isolated town was harsh, dirty, messy, and testing. However, she knew how to get along with men in small quarters. The only child to a rough-and-tumble outdoorsman, she’d perfected the art long ago.

”You’re thinking too hard. I can feel it.” Ryan’s voice drifted into the room from the bathroom.

“Just because you strive to think as little as possible, doesn’t mean I’m trying to attempt rocket science,” she said, swinging her legs off the side of the bed.

“Mmhmm.” Ryan paused in the middle of shaving and glanced at her. “So, what were you thinking about?” The set of his jaw and his narrowed eyes told her he’d never let it go.

“Dad,” she admitted.

“Yeah, and that’s not heavy.” Sarcasm dripped from every word.

“Shut up, Ry.”

He winked and turned back to the mirror. The water stopped in the shower, and the curtain pulled back to reveal the bronze Greek god they referred to as Case. She licked her lips and skimmed her gaze down to his chest. More than just tall, he was big, solid, and sculpted in all the right places.

“You keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it out of here.” Casey’s gravel-filled voice went straight to her center. Another pair of underwear soaked with one sentence. She rubbed her thighs together to relieve the pressure and mentally counted to ten. Now is not the time.

”And you know Dad doesn’t like to wait,” Ryan said.

Leighton smiled as she thought of the gruff father figure they had dinner with every Sunday. After her father’s death, Steve had become a stickler for seeing her weekly. He took up the banner her father had laid down effortlessly. There would always be an empty spot no man could every truly fill, but the Boyer men did a damn good job of patching up most of the space. She forced her eyes away from temptation and nodded. “I think he suspects something’s up.” She hadn’t missed the appraising looks the older gentleman had sent her way recently. She nibbled the inside of her cheek, unsure how Robert Boyer would take their relationship.

“You think?” Casey snorted. “You and Ry practically start fires when you’re in the same room together.” He walked over to the dresser and pulled out clothing.

“Whoa, don’t exclude yourself from that, chief. You get a case of puppy dog eyes and stare intensely like a sick cow,” Ryan said, never turning his attention from the mirror.

The teasing made her smile. “Does it bother you?” she asked softly. “That he might know we’re seeing each other?” Their time together had been amazing, but they’d yet to come out and tell anyone.

“No.” Ryan snorted. “Why would it?”

“Because.” She shrugged, and tugged at the loose thread on a navy blue waffle-weave blanket.

“Because what?” Casey asked, turning to face her. His towel hung precariously on his hips. Casey was like a fucking bloodhound, sniffing out self-doubt threatening to rise. She loved herself, and thought her size fourteen body was beautiful, yet, every now and then, insecurity born from a life without a female figure to guide her reared its ugly head. At times, she questioned her femininity.

”We don’t want anyone to know, right?” she said.

“I don’t really care who knows, and I get the feeling that’s not what this is about,” Casey said.