Lincoln dropped both bags, and sifted his hands through my hair. He pulled me nose to nose with him.
“I love you, Holly.”
I couldn’t breathe — somehow my breath was lost on the wind. Rather than try to catch it I just stood there, absorbing the gravity of the moment.
“I love you too,” I whispered finally. It was so cold, my words came out as little puffs of white smoke. “You’re amazing, Lincoln. You’re everything I’ve ever—”
Anything else I might’ve said was lost there in the gravel driveway, as he pulled my face to his and kissed me.
Forty-Three
BRODY
I’d been skiing with friends once or twice, and I’d even rented a cabin. But it was never anything this remote. And never anything nearly this beautiful, as Lincoln’s chateau or chalet or whatever the fuck he was calling it.
Out here on the ass-end of Maine, everything was breathtakingly beautiful. From the towering pines to the snow-covered lakes, everything we passed looked like something out of a postcard or a Christmas painting.
We were back on the road again, after a short stint in the cabin. Apparently whoever stocked the place had neglected a few things, and Lincoln claimed there was a shopping center ‘just up the road’.
Just up the road turned out to be ten miles away. And shopping center… well, that was even more laughable. It looked more like a convenience store with a liquor store patched onto the end of it. And not one of those good liquor stores either. The ones that only sold wine and beer.
We’d made the most of it, laughing together as we shopped for snacks and drinks and whatever else we’d need to get through the weekend. Holly and I dipped next door to pick up some wine. Lincoln bought chips and pretzels and about five pounds of ‘premium’ beef jerky in all different flavors. I never could understand why people ate such a thing in the first place, but I figured to each his own.
In the end we finished quickly, as the store was already shutting down for the storm. The roads were filling up with snow fast, and the plows could barely keep up with it. We huddled back into the front of Lincoln’s bronco, feeling warmer and cozier than ever before.
Holly sat between us, wearing tight jeans and an even tighter sweater. I caught Lincoln looking at her more than once, and each time he only shrugged and smiled that knowing smile.
It was crazy, how much we both wanted and desired her. Even crazier, how much she flirted back with us. The entire evening had been filled with non-stop sexual innuendo; with groping and kissing and touching between us and Holly that seemingly had no actual limits.
On the way back it got even crazier, as Holly grew a bit more daring during the ride home. She had one hand in each of our laps. Her fingers worked deftly at our buttons and zippers, working hard between our legs to massage our growing erections.
There was a certain camaraderie that came with sharing a woman that I never knew I’d enjoy. And yet here I was, making out with this wonderful woman. Feeling her body writhe beneath my fingers as she turned her head to make out with Lincoln… and not even feeling the slightest bit of jealousy.
We stayed in the truck for another fifteen minutes after arriving back at the house, just kissing and touching and licking her.
Somehow we’d gotten her shirt off, and we’d been taking turns making out with her hotly. Alternating between Holly’s soft, moaning kisses and drowning within the supple flesh of her warm, beautiful breasts.
Chasing her back inside, we locked the door behind us. The chalet was warm, the fire still cozy. And though the wind howled like crazy outside, inside we’d created a nice little nest of pillows and blankets right before the roaring fireplace.
So you finally found the girl of your dreams…
I really had. Holly was perfect, inside and out. And most of all I knew it too, unlike all those movies where the guys never really knew what they had until the end.
But does she want you too?
I sure thought so. Or rather, it certainly seemed that way. When we’d decided to all date her at once we’d made a pact not to pressure her, or push her, or be jealous of one another. And so far I’d kept up my end of the bargain. Every minute of every day.
And what if she doesn’t? The voice of doubt crept unbidden, into my head. What if she picks one of the other two?
I couldn’t imagine it — not the way things were going so far. And yet, it was still a distinct possibility. The idea that Holly would grow tired of all the attention and drama of having three boyfriends, and somehow decide upon the one she loved most.
That couldn’t happen… could it? I tried not to think about it. Especially not as we were having so much fun, deciding on a whim to play a little strip poker… right there in front of the fireplace.
“I’ll get the cards,” said Lincoln, bolting for the staircase. “Be right back.”
I sat staring at the fire, enjoying the hypnotic dance of the flames. Letting its warmth seep into my body, until last of the outside chill was driven from my bones.
“Brody?”