The tension between Colton and Sawyer plays out in their body language. In the way they pass the salt, how they avoid each other’s gazes, that they only speak directly to me and not to each other.
“You were amazing today,” Sawyer says.
I smile around a mouthful of fluffy mashed potatoes. “I was just doing my job.”
“It wasn’t your job,” Colton says, his hair still damp and spiky from the shower. “But it sounds like you’d be great at it.”
“I wish it could be my job.” I spear a piece of carrot onto my fork, even though my stomach is plenty full. Everything is so damn good; I cannot stop eating. “I guess it could be, after college. God, when I think about going back to school, I just want to crawl under the covers and go to sleep.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t,” Sawyer says. “Go back, I mean.”
The thought of never having to sit through another boring lecture or write another research paper sounds like heaven. “My dad would kill me if I dropped out.”
“Fuck him,” Sawyer says. “It’s your life. He doesn’t get to tell you how to live it.” Though he’s looking at me, I have a feeling the attitude behind the statement was intended for someone else.
Colton sets his fork down with a clink. “I’m gonna try to catch some sleep. I’ll have to head back out to plow in a few hours.”
I glance between these beautiful, stubborn men. Both irresistible in their own way. I don’t know why they’re fighting, but I’m happy to take the issue inside me, help them turn their frustration into something beneficial for all of us.
“Maybe I can help you get to sleep a little faster,” I say.
Heat and understanding flare in Colton’s gaze. “I wouldn’t turn down help from you.”
I look to Sawyer, who frowns at his plate.
“You guys go on,” he says. “I’ll take care of the dishes.”
I take his hand. “We can do that later. I want to do something for you now.”
Sawyer glances at Colton. They clearly aren’t each other’s biggest fans right now, but maybe I can fix that. Or at least put them on the path toward fixing it themselves.
“It’s Christmas eve,” I remind Sawyer. “None of us should have to be alone.”
Sawyer twines his fingers through mine. It’s not that I’m opposed to having sex with one man at a time. I just get the feeling that leaving Sawyer alone right now would only drive them further apart. I don’t know what’s going to happen after Christmas, but I know that I want to help them, and have them, and be held by them, for as long as I’m able to.
I follow Colton to the master bedroom, with Sawyer on my heels. Sawyer’s hands slide up the back of my shirt as soon as we enter.
“Lift your arms,” he says, and I do.
He pulls my sweater off, then unhooks my bra. Colton’s mouth curves at the sight of my bare breasts and Sawyer’s hands cupping them. He reaches out to pinch my nipples gently, kissing my lips as Sawyer nips at my neck.
“Put her on the bed,” Colton says.
Sawyer walks me over to the mattress. Apparently, the bedroom is the one place where they’re happy to defer to each other, in the name of making me feel good.
I lie down on my back, gazing excitedly up at my men. Well, not my men, I remind myself. Though the more time I spend on the receiving end of their mutual gaze, the harder it is to imagine being looked at by anyone else.
Sawyer takes his shirt off and lies down beside me. Colton helps me out of my jeans and underwear. I’m completely naked between them. Naked and exposed and eager to be devoured. Sawyer kisses my breasts, swirling and flicking his tongue over my nipples.
I whimper as Colton’s hands glide across my stomach and down my thighs before coming to rest between them. He squeezes my pussy gently, making me moan.
“What do you need, little sister?” Sawyer rasps.
“I need both of you inside me,” I tell him. “But first, I need to come.”
Sawyer grins like a man who knows exactly what he’s good at. They position me on my side so that Sawyer can reach around to stroke my clit. I feel his erection against my ass, through his pants, and it makes my clit pulse to know so clearly that I’m the reason he’s hard. Colton’s erection is obscenely obvious in his gray sweatpants. I reach for his cock, running my hand up and down the shaft.
Colton groans softly. I wedge my hand beneath his waistband, gasping as I realize he’s not wearing underwear. The skin of his cock is soft—a stark contrast to his impossible hardness. He works his sweatpants down his thighs, freeing his gorgeous dick for me to play with. He kisses my mouth, as Sawyer plants kisses all over my neck and shoulders.
I stroke Colton’s shaft. It’s so thick I can barely get my hand around it, and the thought of him putting it inside me makes my clit throb against Sawyer’s fingers.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Sawyer growls. “You’ve gotta feel her.”
I can’t help but smile. Just a few minutes ago, they were barely speaking. Now they’re like kids bonding over their favorite toy. Sawyer lifts my leg so Colton can reach my pussy. His fingers glide between my lips.
“Jesus.” He growls the word. I watch him taste his fingers, closing his eyes to savor me. He reaches back down to rub my clit. “I want you to come for us, sweetheart. Get that pussy nice and ready.”
Sawyer’s hands vanish for a few seconds as Colton strokes me. Then I hear the purr of a zipper. The heat and stiffness of Sawyer’s bare cock against my ass is like a switch, turning my arousal up to high. He angles his length between my legs but doesn’t push inside me. Rather, he glides his cock along my folds, like a preview.
Here’s what’s coming for you, little sister…