Snowbound at Harbor's Rest

“Shh,” she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Just relax, Whitney. Let me take care of you.”

Her hands moved lower, skimming over the curve of my ass before dipping between my thighs. I gasped as her fingers brushed against my most sensitive flesh, barely covered by the thin fabric of my panties.

“Brynn,” I said again, my voice strained. “What are you doing?”

She stilled, her hands resting lightly on my hips. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked, her voice soft but steady.

I hesitated, my mind warring with my body. I cared for Bethany—I was falling for her, if I was honest with myself. But I cared for Brynn too, and the way she was touching me… it felt right. It felt good.

“No,” I whispered finally, my hips rocking upwards of their own accord. “Don’t stop.”

Brynn let out a breath I hadn’t realized she’d been holding, her fingers slipping beneath my panties to caress my slick folds. “Thank god,” she breathed, her fingers circling my clit with expert precision. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as she worked me with aching slowness. “Why didn’t you say anything?” I gasped, my hands fisting in the sheets.

She laughed softly, the sound rich and sensual. “I was waiting for you to be ready,” she said, her fingers dipping inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot. “And for Bethany to be okay with it.”

My eyes flew open at that, my body tensing. “Bethany knows?” I asked, my voice tight with a mixture of desire and apprehension.

Brynn nodded, her fingers never stopping their exquisite torture. “She does,” she confirmed, her thumb joining her fingers to rub my clit. “And she’s fine with it. More than fine.”

I wanted to ask what that meant, what this all meant, but I couldn’t seem to form the words. Not with Brynn’s hands on me, driving me higher and higher towards the edge.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” she whispered, her lips brushing my neck as she increased the pressure, the pace. “Let me feel you come apart on my fingers.”

And I did, my orgasm crashing over me in waves, my body shuddering and trembling as I cried out her name. Brynn held me through it, her touch gentle and soothing as I slowly came back down.

When I finally stilled, she slipped her fingers free, bringing them to her lips and sucking them clean. “You taste like heaven,” she murmured, her eyes dark with desire.

I reached for her then, my hands fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. “My turn,” I said, my voice rough with need. “I want to taste you too.”

Brynn laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “And you will,” she promised, shedding her clothes with quick, efficient movements. “But first, I’m going to make you come again. And again. And again.”

I groaned, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my climax. “You’re going to kill me,” I muttered, but there was no real heat in my words. Only anticipation.

Brynn chuckled, the sound low and wicked. “What a way to go, though,” she purred, crawling up my body to claim my lips in a searing kiss.

We spent the rest of the afternoon lost in each other, exploring and tasting and touching until we were both sated and spent. Afterward, as we lay tangled together in the sheets, Brynn turned to me, her expression serious.

“You should talk to Heather,” she said softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. “And Teagan. They care about you too, you know.”

I blinked at her, surprised. “They… they do?”

Brynn nodded, her lavender eyes warm. “They do. And we all know about each other. We’ve… shared before. And we’re okay with it.”

I took a moment to process that, the idea of these four incredible women wanting me—wanting to share me. It was overwhelming, but not in a bad way. More like… exhilarating.

“Okay,” I said finally, my voice a little shaky. “I’ll talk to them.”

Brynn smiled, leaning in to kiss me softly. “Good. Because I think they’re waiting for you to make the first move.”

I found Heather a few nights later, after closing time at the bar. She was wiping down the counter, her movements efficient and practiced, her dark hair pulled back in a messy bun.

“Hey,” I said, sliding onto a stool across from her. “Need a hand?”

She glanced up, her green eyes glinting in the low light. “Sure,” she said, tossing me a rag. “But I get the fun job of restocking the liquor bottles.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I think I can handle that.”

We worked in companionable silence for a while, the only sound the clink of bottles and the soft shuffle of our feet on the hardwood floor. But I could feel the tension building between us, the unspoken attraction that had been simmering for weeks.

“So,” Heather said finally, her voice casual, almost too casual. “I hear you and Bethany are a thing now.”

I paused, a bottle of whiskey in my hand. “We are,” I confirmed, meeting her gaze steadily. “And… I guess you could say the same about me and Brynn.”

Heather nodded, her expression unreadable. “Figures,” she muttered, her tone light, but I could hear the edge beneath it. “Get in good with the bosses.”

I frowned, setting the bottle down a little harder than necessary. “It’s not like that,” I said, my voice firm. “I care about them. Both of them.”

Heather looked at me then, really looked at me, her green eyes searching mine. “Do you?” she asked softly. “Or are you just looking for a good time?”

I held her gaze, letting her see the truth in my eyes. “I care about them,” I repeated, my voice low and steady. “And… I care about you too, Heather. More than I probably should.”

Something flickered in her eyes at that—surprise, maybe, or pleasure. “Is that so?” she murmured, her voice dropping to a purr.

“It is,” I confirmed, my heart pounding in my chest. “But I get the feeling you’re not interested.”

Heather laughed, the sound short and sharp. “Oh, I’m interested,” she said, her eyes darkening with heat. “But I don’t share, Walsh. Not usually.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “And what if I don’t want you to?” I challenged, my voice rough with desire. “What if I want you all to myself?”

Heather’s eyes flashed, and she moved before I could blink, rounding the bar and crowding me against it. “Big words,” she growled, her hands gripping my hips, her body pressing against mine. “Bet you can’t back them up.”

I met her challenge head-on, my hands fisting in her shirt, yanking her closer. “Try me,” I whispered, my lips brushing hers.

She did, kissing me with a ferocity that stole my breath, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip, her tongue delving into my mouth to tangle with mine. I kissed her back just as fiercely, pouring all my pent-up desire into the touch, the taste, the feel of her.

We broke apart after a long moment, both of us panting, our foreheads pressed together. “Okay,” Heather gasped, her voice rough with need. “You win. Take me upstairs and fuck me senseless.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her hand and all but dragged her out of the bar, up the stairs to my room. We fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, our clothes disappearing in a frenzy of desperate movements until we were skin to skin, nothing between us but heat and want.

Heather was fire in my arms, her hands and mouth everywhere at once, her nails raking down my back, her teeth sinking into my shoulder. I met her passion with my own, my hands gripping her ass, my hips rocking against hers, seeking friction, seeking release.

“Fuck, Whitney,” she groaned, her head falling back as I kissed and sucked my way down her throat. “You feel so goddamn good.”

I hummed my agreement, my hands sliding up her ribs to cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. They hardened instantly, and I lowered my head, sucking one into my mouth, then the other, savoring the taste of her skin, the feel of her trembling beneath me.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking on the word. “I need you. Now.”

I didn’t hesitate, slipping a hand between her thighs to find her hot and wet and ready. I circled her clit with my thumb, my fingers dipping inside to tease her entrance. She moaned, her hips bucking, her hands fisting in my hair.

“Whitney, please,” she begged, her voice raw with desire. “Fuck me. Hard.”