“Read ’em and weep, boys.” Caitlin’s smug smile fills her face as she spreads out her cards on the table.

“Okay, you must be cheating.” Ace folds his fan of cards and tosses them down on the table in disgust.

“Full house, nice.” I nod to her hand and she begins to sweep the collection of junk food we’ve been playing with toward her. “But since your house isn’t full of the royal family, I’m gonna have to ask you to get your hands off my candy.” I snap my cards down on the table. The face cards all of the same suit is hard to get and impossible to beat. Turns out Lady Luck smiled down on me for this hand.

“Seriously?” Caitlin stares down at my cards skeptically. “Didn’t you deal this hand?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, how do I know you aren’t stuffing cards up your sleeves or something.” There’s a glimmer in her hazel eyes as she messes with me.

“I’ve got a T-shirt on.” I point my thumbs back at me.

“Sure, there’s that.” She looks me up and down. “Maybe you hid them in your pants then.” She giggles.

“Well, you’re welcome to inspect them anytime if you don’t trust me.”

“If I search your pants, I’m not looking for queens and jokers,” she fires back and Ace snorts.

“Well, we could always make our own royal flush, we’ve already got an Ace and a queen,” Ace joins in.

“Does that make you the king?” Caitlin’s eyes sparkle as she grins at me.

“Nah, more like the ten.”

“The ten?”

“Well, I mean, if we’re measuring.” I wink at her. That makes her blush. I finally beat her at her own game.

For the past few days, Caitlin has just been getting stronger and healthier. Even the nasty bump she got on her head is nothing more than a slight discoloration now. And, with each day that we kill time playing poker and watching movies snuggled up together, she’s just been getting more comfortable with us. The way she fires off her suggestive banter and some of the looks I’ve caught her giving both of us have made me take more than one shower. Not cold ones though. Nice, long warm showers where the water slides down my skin and I imagine each drop of my cum being swallowed by Caitlin’s pretty mouth.

I snap out of it, standing up and heading to the kitchen for a coffee refill. Don’t think I missed the way she just checked out my package when I walked past either. I saw the way her eyes quickly flickered over the front of my jeans, curious to find out whether or not I’m bluffing about the ten inches thing.

I’m not.

“Want another cup of coffee, Caitlin?” I hold up the dwindling pot and swirl the hot black liquid around inside.

“Nah, I’m good. I think I’m gonna listen to my body and go take a nap.” She stretches her arms up straight over her head and then leans back over the chair so her tits are arched out. I watch her contort her body like an acrobat and wonder how flexible she is in bed. My eyes dart over to Ace and he’s clearly having the same thoughts as he checks her out. He looks up at me and notices me noticing him. We both quickly look away.

“We should probably get some wood chopped up anyway, whaddya say, Razor? Want to give me a hand outside?”

“Yeah sure. I could use the fresh air.” I put the coffee pot back and follow him to the door as Caitlin tenderly pads across the floor and quietly clicks the bedroom door shut behind her.

Does she really nap as much as she says she does? I can’t help but notice she gets really worn out when the flirting between us gets a bit risqué. Maybe the same way I’ve been working out my frustrations in the shower is what she’s doing behind the closed bedroom door during “nap time.” Or, maybe I’m just hoping it is.

I layer my snow gear on and whistle for Gunnar to follow us out into the dazzling world of white. I squint as we walk outside. Everything is so bright with just a little bit of sunshine reflecting off it. It’s as beautiful as it is deadly, and I take a second to admire all the glittering piles of snowflakes covering everything.

I leave fresh tracks as my boots crunch across the yard to where Ace is already busting frozen logs into two with just one swipe of the ax.

“Burning off some energy?” I watch as the wood explodes into even pieces and he grabs another large log, stands it on end on a big stump and cracks it down the middle.

“Something like that,” he grumbles.

Gunnar watches us, waiting for something fun to happen. I pick up a handful of snow and pack it into a ball. “Hey, boy, you want it?” I hold it up and he prances around, eager to catch the white ball. “Go get it.” I chuck it and he chases it to where it disappears into the bank. He sniffs around, confused by the disappearing act and starts trying to dig into the pile.

“What’s eating you?” I turn my attention back to Ace.

“Nothing, man, I just get worked up I guess. It’s getting harder and harder to keep it in my pants.” He laughs. “That girl is like wildfire. She burns bright and she’s mesmerizing and I can only imagine how hot she must be to handle.” He chops another log.

“I hear ya, she’s got me back to my teen years. I can’t get her out of my mind. I don’t think I’ve jerked off this much since I was seventeen, I swear.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed your sudden attention to hygiene.” He grimaces and lifts the ax up overhead. “Just make sure you don’t clog up our shower drain with your new hobby.” Thwack! Wood goes flying as he brings the ax down.

“Hey, give me a little credit. I’m not actually a teenager, I have learned a thing or two over the years.” I laugh.

“Good, maybe you can teach me a few of them. Like how I’m supposed to keep myself from going crazy when all I want to do is grab her and… well, you know.” He finally looks at me.

“Yeah, I know. Is it just me, or is she flirting with both of us all the time now. I mean, is it possible she wants to be with us? That’s something some women are into, right?”

I can hope.

“Yeah, it totally is. And yeah, I’ve noticed she’s getting more open with the comments.” Ace splits another log and then stops, burying the head of the ax into the chopping block. “Do you think you’d be comfortable talking to her about it? Like, would you even be comfortable sharing her with me?” He searches my face.

“I would be,” I answer after giving it a second. “I know this isn’t our thing, but for some reason, with her I don’t think it would feel weird. There’s just something so natural about it, you know?”

“I do, I get what you’re saying. But, I’m just not sure how or when we could even mention it. Like, do we bring it up like a joke? Or ask her straight up? If she’s not into it, then things could get really fucking awkward around here.” He seems to be searching the sky for answers.

“I don’t want her to feel nervous around us.” I rub my hand over the back of my neck. “Maybe we should leave well enough alone.” I sigh.

“Or maybe you guys should quit being such big talkers. Nothing you’re saying makes me nervous at all.” Caitlin’s voice makes us both whip around. She stands before us with her hands on her hips and her lips twisted up in a half-smile.

Ace and I exchange a quick glance. Well, shit just got real.