The snowstorm had rolled in fast, stranding them in the mountains for the weekend. Aria and Jonah didn’t mind. The chalet was all glass walls and thick rugs, a roaring fire, and enough wine to last days. But the surprise came when the other guests arrived.
Cass.
She was a friend of the host’s—a last-minute change no one warned them about. Blonde braid, sharp smile, cheeks pink from the cold. She dropped her bag by the door and looked Aria up and down like she already knew how the night would end.
That evening, after too much fondue and wine, the three of them ended up on the couch, wrapped in furs and stories. The storm howled outside, wind rattling the windows. Inside, the tension was thicker than the air.
“You two,” Cass said, swirling her wine, “are either very open… or very close.”
Aria laughed softly. “Can’t we be both?”
Cass leaned over, her mouth brushing Aria’s before she kissed her—slow and daring. Jonah’s eyes darkened, his breath catching. Aria reached for his hand without breaking the kiss.
Clothes were stripped off between sips and gasps. Cass kissed Aria while Jonah moved behind her, his cock pressing against her back as she whimpered into Cass’s mouth. The fireplace crackled, the only sound louder than their breathing.
Cass lay back on the sheepskin rug, legs parted. Aria knelt between them, licking slowly as Jonah kissed her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. Then Aria rode Jonah, their moans soft and low, while Cass straddled his face, her back arching with every pulse of his tongue.
They moved like instinct—fluid, wordless, breathless. Three bodies burning while snow piled against the glass.
By morning, the storm had passed.
But none of them rushed to get dressed. Or go back to real life.
Cass stretched, smiling. “Best snow-in I’ve ever had.”
Aria just grinned, already reaching for her again.