Snowbound at Harbor's Rest
I obliged, thrusting two fingers inside her, deep and hard, just the way she needed. She cried out, her back arching, her body trembling as I set a punishing pace, my fingers working her mercilessly, my thumb rubbing her clit.
“Fuck,” she gasped, her head thrashing on the pillow. “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t, not until she came apart in my arms, her sex clenching around my fingers, her climax washing over her in waves. I held her through it, my touch gentle and soothing as she slowly came back down.
When she finally stilled, I slipped my fingers free, bringing them to my lips and sucking them clean. “You taste like sin,” I murmured, my voice rough with satisfaction.
Heather laughed, the sound low and wicked. “Your turn,” she purred, pushing me onto my back and straddling my hips. “My turn to make you scream.”
It was a few nights later when I found Teagan in the hallway, wrestling with a leaky radiator. The late hour and the relative quiet of the lodge had drawn me out of my room, seeking a glass of water, but the sight of Teagan, her strong hands working with practiced ease, stopped me in my tracks.
“Need a hand?” I asked, my voice soft in the stillness.
Teagan glanced up, her ice-blue eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before returning to her task. “I’ve got it,” she said, her tone as gruff as ever. But there was something in her posture, in the way her shoulders tensed ever so slightly, that made me think she wasn’t as unaffected by my presence as she wanted to seem.
I moved closer anyway, drawn to her steady strength, her quiet competence. “I don’t mind,” I said, crouching beside her. “I’m pretty handy, you know.”
She didn’t reply, but she didn’t tell me to leave either. We worked in companionable silence for a while, our hands brushing occasionally as we passed tools back and forth. The air between us seemed to hum with silent tension, with the gravity of all the things we weren’t saying.
It wasn’t until the radiator was fixed, the last tool packed away, that Teagan finally spoke. “Why are you here, Whitney?” she asked, her voice low and rough. “With us? With… me?”
I met her gaze, my heart hammering in my chest. “Because I want to be,” I said simply, honestly. “Because I care about you. About all of you.”
She held my gaze for a long moment, her expression inscrutable. Then, slowly, deliberately, she reached out, her calloused fingers brushing against my cheek. “I care about you too,” she murmured, her voice scarcely above a whisper. “More than I should.”
I leaned into her touch, my eyes fluttering closed. “Teagan,” I breathed, my voice rough with desire. “Please.”
She didn’t make me ask twice. She closed the distance between us, her lips meeting mine in a kiss that was everything I’d imagined and more. It was slow, deep, consuming, her tongue sweeping into my mouth to taste and claim and explore.
We broke apart after a long moment, both of us breathing hard. “My room,” I whispered, my hands fisting in her shirt. “Now.”
She nodded, letting me lead her down the hall to my room. We undressed each other slowly, reverently, our hands mapping the lines and curves of each other’s bodies. When we were finally skin to skin, I pushed her down onto the bed, straddling her hips, my hands roaming over her strong arms, her muscled chest, her taut stomach.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, my lips tracing the line of her collarbone. “So incredibly beautiful.”
Teagan groaned, her hands gripping my hips, her body arching beneath mine. “Whitney,” she gasped, her voice rough with need. “I need you. Now.”
I obliged, reaching for her, my fingers circling her clit, stroking the slick folds of her sex. She was wet and ready, her body trembling with desire, and I couldn’t wait to taste her, to feel her come apart on my tongue.
I could feel it building, the energy in the air shifting, the wind picking up outside. The forecast had warned of a storm, but nothing like the fury that was about to descend on Harbor Lights Lodge.
It hit just after midnight, the power flickering once, twice, before going out completely. I bolted upright in bed, my heart pounding, just as the first crash of thunder shook the walls.
“Whitney?” Bethany’s voice was soft but urgent, her hand finding mine in the darkness. “You okay?”
“I’m okay,” I said, squeezing her fingers. “But we need to check on the guests.”
We dressed quickly, throwing on whatever clothes we could find in the dark, and made our way downstairs. The others were already there, Brynn and Heather huddled together on the couch, Teagan pacing in front of the fireplace, her face grim.
“It’s bad,” she said without preamble. “Worse than they predicted. We’re going to be cut off for days, if not longer.”
I nodded, my mind already racing with everything that needed to be done. “Guests first,” I said, my voice firm. “We need to make sure they’re safe and warm. Then we worry about everything else.”
The next few hours were a blur of activity. We gathered the guests in the lobby, handing out blankets and pillows, stoking the fire in the big stone fireplace. Bethany and Brynn worked together in the kitchen, putting together a simple meal of soup and sandwiches, while Heather and I helped Teagan secure the windows and doors against the howling wind and driving snow.
Through it all, I could feel the weight of the women’s eyes on me, the unspoken question hanging in the air. I’d been with all of them, in one way or another, and I knew they were wondering where that left us. Where that left me.
I cared about them all, more than I’d ever thought possible. But could I really have them all? Could we make this work?
As the night wore on and the storm raged outside, I felt more and more torn, my heart pulled in four different directions. I loved them all, but I couldn’t shake the fear that I’d have to choose, that I’d have to hurt three of them to be with one.
It wasn’t until the worst of the storm had passed, until the guests were settled and the lodge was secure, that I found myself alone with my thoughts. I stood by the window, watching the snow fall in the gray light of dawn, my heart heavy with uncertainty.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I turned to find Brynn behind me, her lavender eyes warm with concern. “Just thinking,” I said, my voice rough with exhaustion and emotion. “About everything.”
She nodded, moving closer, her hand coming to rest on my arm. “It’s a lot,” she said softly. “But you’re not alone, Whitney. We’re all in this together.”
I wanted to believe her, wanted to trust in the bond we’d built. But as I looked out at the snow-covered world, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was about to change.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
I turned to find Brynn behind me, her lavender eyes warm with concern. “Just thinking,” I said, my voice rough with exhaustion and emotion. “About everything.”
She nodded, moving closer, her hand coming to rest on my arm. “It’s a lot,” she said softly. “But you’re not alone, Whitney. We’re all in this together.”
I wanted to believe her, wanted to trust in the bond we’d built. But as I looked out at the snow-covered world, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was about to change.
As if summoned by my thoughts, the others appeared one by one, their faces etched with the same fatigue and worry I felt. Bethany came first, her dark eyes soft as she slipped an arm around my waist, her touch warm and grounding. Heather followed, her green eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite name, her usual smirk replaced by a seriousness that was rare for her. Teagan brought up the rear, her ice-blue eyes steady and calm, her presence a silent comfort.
“We need to talk,” Bethany said quietly, her voice cutting through the heavy silence that had fallen between us. “About us. About you.”
I fought to swallow, my heart leaping into my throat. This was it, the moment I’d been dreading, the moment I’d have to choose. “I know,” I said, my voice hushed. “And I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt any of you. I just…”
“Whitney,” Brynn interrupted gently, her hand squeezing my arm. “It’s okay. We know.”
I blinked at her, confused. “You… you know?”
“We know you’ve been with all of us,” Heather said, her voice uncharacteristically soft. “And we know you think you have to choose. But you don’t.”
I stared at her, my mind reeling. “What? What do you mean?”