This is Book 1 of The Winter Escape Books

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CONTENT WARNING!

THIS STORY IS NOT MEANT FOR YOUNGER READERS. THERE ARE SOME SCENES AND WORDS USED IN THIS STORY THAT WILL UPSET SOME PEOPLE. IT’S MEANT FOR MATURE READERS WHO DON’T MIND A BIT OF DRAMA, SOME SCARES AND A LITTLE SIZZLE.

I SUPPORT EVERYONE’S RIGHT TO BE EXACTLY WHO THEY ARE. AT NO POINT DO I MEAN TO OFFEND. I PREFER TO EDUCATE THAN DISCRIMINATE.

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No unauthorised copying of this book in any form is permitted.

MARI MITCHELL-BAKER

She was pissed! She was more than pissed! Slamming the door to her office she strutted to her desk in a fashion that could only be classed as commanding.

Twice! Twice that arsehole had booked the girls and twice he'd not shown up. Well not again! Assurances that it would never happen again wouldn't work this time. Regardless as to who he damn well was didn't pay the girls for the time they were here and their time didn't come cheap. While the girls still had to be paidthe dayslike this one only cost her money.

Determined to rid herself of this expense she sat at her computer and issued a 'Final Notice' account with a 'Rescinding All Agreements Notice' to the no longer client. Adding both sessions and extra for her time involved she figured that had her nodding approval. With a quick click the email was sent to the covert email address she required all clients to have.

Relaxing back in her chair she smiled and pondered the rest of the afternoon’s business. New clients who needed vetting and old ones, reliable ones, who would make it to the agency’s Christmas list needed to be sorted.

For the past three years she'd been running a very successful escort agency, yes it was one with all the benefits but only girls who were willing were hired for the positions she offered. In interviews she was explicit as to the duties of the girls in her business, they knew exactly what it was they were going to have to do and the discretion involved in doing it. Oh don't get the wrong idea, they were paid well, extremely well but she'd quickly learnt to watch for the tell-tale fear during interviews that either had a girl walking out of her office into the street or out of her office into the next room.

Shewas oftenasked why she started the business and the answer was always the same. With a sweeping hand down the length of her body she'd simply say four words... No man wants this.

*

"What the hell is this?"

The man standing in the doorway was seething as he looked at the woman before him. Shocked at first she quickly recognised him as the arsehole who'd wasted her time.

"Mr Smyth, how are you? Sorry you couldn't make it this morning but I can see that you received the email I sent."

"I want to know what the hell this means! What the fuck is this "Rescinding All Agreements Notice" and who the fucking hell do you think you are to send one to me?" He was leaning over her desk, the anger in his face was paramount to the pulsing veins down the side of his neck. He was gorgeous. Black hair, olive skin and shocking green eyes that she knew she could drown in if they looked at her favourably at all.

"Mr Smyth, sit down please and I'll expl..."

"I don't want to sit down!" He pushed himself off the desk and paced the room like a panther caught in a cage. She was struck by the build of his body and stirrings within her had her questioning the policy she had of never taking on a client herself.

"Mr Smyth, please. I'm sure as a business man you understand that I can't just ignore that you've missed two appointments here. I have a business to run and I have girls to pay, I can't afford to pay the girls if..."

"WHAT?!!" He stopped pacing and was staring directly at her in disbelief. "Are you seriously thinking that I would need to come to a place like this myself? Take a look at me! Do I look like I go without?"

Her head dipped slightly and hoping the flush she could feel rising didn't shine like a beacon. "I do have girls here that do specialty..."

"I don't need them!" he spluttered. He sat, looking at her in disbelief.

She sighed, swallowed and tried again. "Mr Smyth, I have to admit I'm confused. Why do you hire the girls if you aren't going to come here and use them?"

Slowly the light dawned for him. Some of the anger went out of his body and slowly he sat in the chair facing the desk knowing the truth was the only reason this woman in front of him would believe. "Miss Crayson... I'm gay."

Chapter 2

She smiled as she put the phone down. Six weeks ago James Winter had come into her office as an enraged client only to walk away a couple of hours later to become one of her newest friends and now it was like they'd always known each other. The ever so gorgeous 'Mr Smyth' was actually the entertainment manager for the company in which he worked and yes that entertainment sometimes meant the hiring of escorts to keep the clientele happy. The short moment of disappointment, well really, it was a damn thud, that had him going from hunky bachelor to being an adorable mardi gras queen had been one of the best moments in her life!

They spoke daily, they spent so much time together that there were times that people actually asked if they were a couple. They laughed it all off, keeping their secret and letting the world believe what it wanted to believe.

Today's phone call had come from an excited James to say that his brother was in town and he wanted her to meet him. Begs and pleads from James meant she was going to his house tonight when she really wanted to go home and put her feet up because Caleb was only in town for one day. On the upside it was promised that there would be caramel cream pie for dessert; she loved when James cooked!

She spent so much time at James' place it was like a second home. Saturday nights were the best. They'd hole up in his bed watching movies and eating whatever goodies he'd made for them and at the end of the night they slept together in his bed. It meant nothing. Just two friends sleeping. She blushed as she remembered two Saturdays ago but to be honest it didn't worry her at all. It did however make her determined it wouldn't happen again. Last Saturday night she waited till he was asleep and put a pillow between them. If dry humping in his sleep was a common thing for him then from now on he'd be humping the pillow and leaving her ass alone!

Caleb couldn't believe he was doing this. He swore after the last time that he wouldn't ever trust his brother’s judgment again. He'd sworn he would get a photo at least. The previous woman had certainly looked the part. Damn she had curves that made him hard in an instant but the second she opened her mouth and laughed it wasn't only his ego that had been deflated. She had had a laugh that would make a goddamn hyena jealous and it ripped shreds through his entire core. He’d pushed for something more to go on this time however, his annoying brother refused when he asked saying 'If you want to know what this goddess looks like then you'll have to see for yourself'. So here he was, standing outside his brother’s door with his key almost in the lock and he sighed, took a deep breath and turned the key.

Opening the door quietly he listened, he had to hear her just in case he needed a quick getaway. He didn't have to wait long before the drone of his brothers voice stopped and he heard them laughing together from inside the kitchen. Holy fuck! Her laugh was turning him on! Closing the door behind him he stealthily made way to the room beside the kitchen. The smells of her presence were like slaps in the face and he found it difficult not to go into the kitchen to claim her there and then. His senses were slammed in ways he never expected, now he just had to see the goddess and deal with the swelling in his jeans.

He wasn't disappointed. Fuck! Watching the pair through the mirror he was captivated by the expressions on her face as they joked around while putting the finishing touches to the dinner they were preparing while at the same time he wanted to rip his brother’s head off for being too close to her.

He knew that his brother was watching. He'd glanced at the mirror a few times with a grin; the latest earning a ribbing from the beautiful Abby.

"James honey, you're the only person I know that smiles at themselves in the mirror on a regular basis."

"Abigal Crayson are you saying that this face doesn't deserve worshipping?"

Abby looked up from the salad she was preparing to see the pouty face of her friend.

"Oh mister please. I am so sorry. I humbly beg your forgiveness!"

"No no no no... You have offended me. I shall have no other option than to punish you!"

Theatrics abounded between the two as they jested back and forth each one determined to win.

"Abigal Crayson you will not get out of this! I simply must punish you to ensure my cold hearted reputation remains intact."

"If you must mister but I shall have it recorded that I deny all wrong doings!"

"Enough wench! Your punishment has been chosen. You must turn to the mirror and stare at my reflection!"

With an ease of theatrical performance James took her by the shoulders and turned her to the mirror with a smirk knowing full well he was doing this for his brothers’ benefit.

It wasn't long before Abby's warped sense of humour took over and with a pained expression from trying to stop herself from laughing she spoke.

"James?"

"Yes wench?"

"This is punishment?" She fought to hold back a giggle.

"Yes wench! You must learn..."

Abby cracked. The laugh she was trying to contain was contained no more and although she tried to explain what was running through her mind she couldn't because each time she took a breath and looked at the pouty expression on James' face she was reminded of the punishment she was being put through.

"Abbyyyyy! Stop... why are you laughing?” His bottom lip jutted out further “Abbyyyyyy..."

‘OK’ she thought ‘she could do this’. She took a deep breath, held up her hand to indicate to James that he had to give her a moment. Gulping down the laugh that threatened she wiped away the tears that had fell so freely while she was laughing. Happy tears... the best kind.

*

All coherent thought was gone and the only word he could think of was ‘wow’. The pain in his pants was increasing the longer he watched the pair. There was no way in hell he could meet her like this even though the thought of her helping him with it was making him even harder he didn't want to scare her away.

Undoing the button of his jeans he hurried to get to the zip and drag it down. Mere seconds later he had some relief as his cock was freed from the restriction but his hand would relieve him further.

The slow movement of his hand was torture but this was a moment he didn't want to rush. Keeping a steady pace he fisted himself firmly with each pass resulting in his thumb passing over the moistened slit at the end. At this pace he could stay here for as long as he wanted to, it was all mind control, he swore he could do it. Whatever he tried to tell himself it was completely flew out the window when he saw her turned around and start to laugh.

To be more precise it was her breasts he saw as they moved up and down with each giggle she made. He watched as they teased him by making promises of sweet suppleness from under her shirt. Damn things needed to be caught and he was planning on going fishing. He couldn't move his eyes away from her as he lost control even more and his hand moved faster than he planned. He used his breathing to help supress the need to moan hoping it would be enough because he was about to explode.

Fuck!

Cumming hadn't been this intense for a long time. He had to place his free hand on the frame of the mirror to stop his legs from collapsing underneath him as he was left wondering what it would be like cumming while driving hard into her soaking pussy.

He had to get out of this room!

*

"Hey! Anybody home?" Came a deep voice that followed the slamming of the front door.

"Hey Caleb... We're in the kitchen. I was just sorting out a disrespectful wench."

Abby started to giggle once again and James stood in front of her with a finger pointing in her face "Don't start that that again young lady! I'll have to punish you all over again!"

She lost it all over again only to quickly look in the direction of the voice that had her body whispering 'yes please'.

"Punish? Now why would this incredible creature need punishing brother?"

"Abby's a meanie. She's laughing and won't tell me why."

The god like creature looked at Abby with one eyebrow raised "Hey, I'm Caleb Winter. I've heard a lot about you. Care to share the joke?"

Abby grinned and looked at James who was standing looking at her with a lost puppy look "Nope."

"See I told you Caleb... She's a meanie!" Again he pouted.

Caleb laughed looking at Abby "you're really not going to share?"

She felt her face immediately shine bright red as he watched her and if she wasn't mistaken there was a really good reason for why she always carried spare underwear!

"Nope" she raised her hand as James started to protest "maybe later."

"Tell me now" he pouted while stomping his foot.

"Nope. Time to finish getting this dinner ready."

"Oh before I forget, Noah is coming over. Hope that won't cause a problem?" Caleb looked purposely at James.

James' face changed immediately and Abby was sure he looked more than a little excited. "Really?"

"Yeah, just got off the phone and he said he'd be here in about twenty."

James smiled widely. He knew what this meant and dammit if he couldn't help but feel himself starting to go hard.

Abby looked between the two brothers and realised they looked nothing alike. James was the tall dark and mysterious one while Caleb had dark brown hair, brown eyes and as she looked further downwards she could see that his body was buff. Hell his body held promise of...

"Done checking me out sweetheart?"

Her eyes looked up in alarm and met his as the pair silently laughed at her.

“Um... Sorry. I was just thinking that for brothers you two look nothing alike."

"Fraternity brothers."

Oh fuck, his mouth... what he could do to her with that!

“What?"

"Eyes up here babe" he said while smirking and pointing to where she could find them "we're fraternity brothers. Not actual blood brothers."

"Close enough though" James said while putting an arm around Caleb’s shoulders, his hand running up and down Caleb’s arm. Abby couldn't help but follow the movement. How the hell did that turn her on?

Before her face gave her away Abby turned in the pretence of continuing dinner preparations before she gave herself away.

"That's really cool... and Noah?"

"Same. We connected and stayed friends but were more like family."

"Oh, but you have the same last name?"

"Yep. Noah was the Winter in the trio. His family took us in when things went downhill with our own. Noah’s parents were really great and it just seemed like the right thing to do. Saying goodbye to the past and as a sort of tribute to them for taking us in when we needed someone."

"They sound like amazing people."

"They are. Couldn't live without them and besides Mum's cooking is the best in the world."

Abby had slightly turned to look at Caleb while he was talking. The expression on his face was sheer proud. She was glad they had someone there for them but it didn't excuse James for not telling her! Looking at him she raised an eyebrow.

'Oh hell' he muttered 'I'm in trouble now.'

"Nope...I just like making you uncomfortable."

Caleb’s laugh hit her again as James stood with his mouth open. She herself couldn't help but giggle as she turned back to the counter.

Reaching for a knife Abby couldn't help but let out a soft gasp when in the reflection of the toaster she saw Caleb bend his head and kiss James firmly on the mouth while James reached with his other hand to cup the side of his head and hold Caleb to him.

Damn! Why are the good ones always gay? She found though that she couldn't look away. It was so hot to watch. If only… with a sigh she forced herself to carry on with what she was doing before they caught her watching.

"So Abby how did you meet my brother?" Caleb’s deep voice sending silent shivers through her body.

Abby smirked "He came into where I work and tried to tell me off."

James stood with mouth open before quickly recovering with a smirk.

"There was no try honey I totally had you wetting your panties"

'Well something was wet' thought Abby before she replied "Oh please you so don't want to go there, you were ranting and raving like a little kid throwing a tantrum when you didn't get you own way."

There it was... the deep throaty laugh that made her want to shiver that came from the sex god... no, she had to stop thinking that way... there's only so much moisture a pair of panties can soak up. Not forgetting that he was gay!

"Abby? Earth to Abby? Come back to us sweetheart before you do yourself..." James' voice breaking into her thinking.

"Oh shit!" The sharp feeling she felt had the guys jumping to her sides to see what she'd done.

"Oh hell Abby... get over to the sink with Caleb and wash it so we can see how much damage you've done. I'll fix things here..."

The roaring drone similar to the sounds of ocean waves crashing got louder in her ears while her eyesight was speckled with black swirling dots came with a feeling that she felt rising from the pit of her stomach. That's when she saw it happening, slowly, tauntingly seeping while laughing at her. "Blood... not good with blood" she whispered as she started to find her way to the floor almost unaware of the two arms that took hold of her waist.

*

Whispers. That's all she could hear. Two of the voices she recognised but the third was new... and deep... and hot. She lay silently while trying to work out what they were saying. The only words she was able to construe from within her hazy fuzzed up head were 'want' and she thought she heard the word 'ours'.

Slowly she opened her eyes to find the lights were dimmed and as she took in the room around her she realised she was lying on James' lounge while the guys were... somewhere? God that voice! All she could hear was a whisper that had her wondering, no make that wanting, to hear him properly.

She closed her eyes and thought about James and Caleb. Both as damn attractive as one another. Both gay. The new voice had to be the Noah that Caleb had mentioned before. Thinking about the reaction from James when Caleb said he'd be over left no doubt in her mind that Noah was gay as well. So how did that happen? There was three of them.... Oh my god... she thought as she felt her face start to heat up... threesome, ménage, three way... the explanations were endless. Her body shivered as the thoughts started to pass through her mind. God she had to see what Noah looked like! If she was going to have fantasies about these guys she should know all the players. Now she was feeling like some damn voyeur just with the images in her mind! Fuck, she'd be locked away if anyone could see what was going on in her head.

That's when she realised if she was to sit up right now there'd be a definite wet spot on the back of her skirt. What the hell was she going to do? She needed to get to the bathroom. If she moved quietly she could roll herself onto her knees on the floor and the way things were feeling that was the only choice she had. Praying the guys weren't too close by she slowly manoeuvred her body onto her side. God this was fucking embarrassing. She felt like a damned beached whale being helped back into the surf. This felt so shameful she couldn't help the tear that slipped from her eye. A quick wipe with the back of her hand, a quick breath and she poured her body over the edge of the lounge ending up on her hands and knees thankful the guys hadn't been there to see her.

"Hey... are you ok?"

Her head dropped in shame as she slowly moved to stand up and face the direction of the voice.

Putting a hand to her forehead to try and stop the dizzy feeling she got she looked at the man standing less than a foot away from her and felt moisture start to seep down her inner thighs.

"Bathroom" she croaked as she pushed past him and ran.

'Hell, hell, hell!' She stood at the sink of the black marble vanity looking at herself in the mirror. God she looked bad. Her hair was all over the place, clearly looking like she just got out of bed. Her eyes looked like they needed to return to the panda they came from thanks to the mascara she was wearing. This was what she greeted the Voice with? The voice aka Noah was fucking gorgeous! Blonde hair, stubble of at least two days, grey eyes that looked like they could pierce through your soul and a body that screamed to have the clothes ripped of it.

Biting her lip she couldn't help but run those images through her mind again. Adding a face to the third body sent her over the edge. There was only one thing for it.

Slowly her left hand moved across her chest to softly squeeze....

"Abby... baby are you ok?"

Letting out a sigh of frustration she answered “Yes James. I'm ok. Just about to wash my makeup off”

"Thank god for that! The guys were getting ready to break the door down."

"NOOO!" she squealed "I'll be out in a minute."

"Ok babes... come to the kitchen when you’re done."

Leaning on the vanity she thought about the possibilities if they'd broken the door down while she was.... 'No! They're gay... and you're a virgin. They're not for you, they're not for you.' Deciding this would be a good mantra she whispered it while she cleaned her face and then all the way to the kitchen. They're not for you. They're not for you. They're not...

*

Chapter 4

Stopping at the door she was met by the gazes of three gorgeous... gay... men. Oh hell. Swallowing the lump in her throat she stepped into the room only to find two arms swamping her.

"Damn Abby. You had us worried. You were out for over an hour! Why didn't you tell me you had a problem with..."

"Don't say it! Please.... don't remind me. I feel ill enough as it is."

"Still babe you should..."

"James are you going to let her breathe any time soon?" Caleb asked.

"No. My Abby and I'll hold her if I want to" he pouted as he held her tighter.

The two men leaning back in their chairs started chuckling and Abby started giggling.

"Come on man you have to introduce us." Abby almost groaned out loud as she heard that voice.

"No! The wench is mine..." he pulled back and looked down at her face looking back up at him "you're a meanie." Dropping his arms from her he turned with his usual theatrical flair "You're on your own." Then he swung back around and looked at her. "Don't you ever ever ever do that to me again!"

"But I couldn't help it." That's when she did it. She played the card that she knew would always work with him. Doe eyes. Even worse was the fact that she used doe eyes while biting her bottom lip.

He was in her power. He tried to look away but as he did she upped it to another level. She added the hands. Hands nervously twitching while not actually holding the other. Looking at her his hard line stance began to falter "Dammit Abby! Don't look at me in that tone of voice" he groaned.

"Like what?" A quiet voice, meek, mild and almost innocent.

A hand stretched out motioning to her as he tried to look away and failed "like that!"

The two men at the table started laughing. Watching the banter in front of them was more than amusing and made them more than determined for what they had in mind. Standing up the blonde god came over to her stretching out his hand.

"How do you do? I'm Noah Winter."

"Hi...." eyes met sparkling ones and she was lost in them for a moment while wishing for forever.

"Yes, yes, yes... Noah, Abby, Abby, Noah... now let's eat!"

Abby found herself being torn away and firmly seated at the table. A quick glance Caleb had her blushing and dropping her head.

Once again she found herself swamped by the need for sexual gratification and was broken from her lust filled state as James started piling food onto her plate.

"James that's plenty. I can't..."

"You can and you will."

"No."

James stopped what he was doing to look at her and with a quick glance she realised Noah and Caleb were as well. All three with an air of authority while hers became one of determination as she returned her gaze back to James.

"I said no."

"You have to eat."

"I know that and I will but I won't eat everything you piled on my plate and that just waste"

"Abby what's the problem? Are you feeling ill?' Noah asked.

"A little but truthfully I never eat as much as that."

"There's hardly anything on your plate" Caleb joined the conversation, the furrowed lines of his forehead becoming more dominant.

"More than enough for me."

"Not for us. You have to take care of yourself. We insist!"

And that's when Abby knew she had to leave. All the tension she'd felt throughout the evening had coupled with the memories of her past and she couldn't handle it anymore. These guys all together were far too overwhelming.

Pushing up from the table she found she couldn't speak. All three men were frozen and looking at her. She knew she had to say something and pushing down the tears that threatened and found a smattering of sound "I-I have to go. It was nice to meet you guys."

Walking quickly from the kitchen she was fully aware that the men were right behind her.

"Stop."

Her body disobeyed her and she unwillingly stopped in the middle of the lounge room. Her body tensed even more as she felt more than heard the movement behind her. Suddenly her vision was no longer the safety of the front door. To take its place was a very masculine chest. The smell of him was intoxicating as she felt his finger raise her chin so her eyes met his. Piercing grey eyes looked into her very soul. In that one moment she felt more exposed than she'd ever felt in her entire life.

"What just happened?"

She stared for an instant and slowly shook her head. Fingers joined the first and her chin was held so her face was unable to move.

"Tell me."

Her mouth slightly parted as she was almost hypnotised into answering... almost.

"Nothing."

"That wasn't nothing Abby. Now tell me... What happened?"

Abby lowered her eyes from his. There had to be some way for her to...

"Stop thinking Abby. Answer him. "Caleb was standing extremely close behind her on the right. Hearing him had shocked and she only just stopped the shiver that threatened to give her away.

"Answer him Abby." James was on her left. What the hell was going on?

"What..."

"Tut tut Abby, I'm almost disappointed but I will give you one more chance... What happened?"

"What do you mean...? One more chance?"

James bent down and very softly kissed her at the base of her neck.

"Or… we will kiss you."

She stood stunned for a moment and then using everything she had she pushed back from the men and looked at James in disbelief.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Her rage evident as her eyes became storms. She’d been played with in the past, her heart couldn’t take it if she was to deal with it again.

"Abby listen..." James reached out and she took another step back.

"Not fucking likely. How much of this was a lie James huh? You fucking lied to me. Then you spring this crap on me." She crossed her arms more in self-defence than in anger, a way to protect herself.

"Abby that's enough" Noah took a step closer to where she was standing.

"Just hear him out Abby" Caleb said.

She looked from one to the other and saw dark looks upon their faces but when she looked at James he looked almost horrified and she laughed.

"God I'm such an idiot! What do you guys do? One of you goes out and finds someone you can groom and then the others swoop in for the kill? Not fucking happening."

She saw the rage building up in Caleb as he clenched is fists.

Noah looked calmer until you looked into his eyes where there was a thunderous storm happening.

Throwing her arms up in the air she let out a growl of exasperation as she moved past them to collect her handbag from the table beside the door.

"You know what... I don't care. I'm out of here. I'll go home and leave you guys to have your laugh at how you tricked the fat girl."

She grabbed the handle of the door and immediately they moved and she found herself pinned up against the door.

"You're going to fucking listen to us Abby and we'll keep you here until you do. Do I make myself clear?"

"Fuck off Noah. Let me go." She struggled without success.

Caleb lent on the wall beside them and reached out to run a hand down her side and then around her thigh drawing small circles as his hand went under the hem of her skirt and purposely made its way higher. Then he bent and whispered "Fat girl? Honey you may be female but you're no girl. You're a fucking gorgeous curvaceous woman and I can't fucking wait till I get my dick inside your pussy and pound you over and over again until you scream my name. Then one of my brothers will take over and let me tell you something honey; by the time we're finished you'll be hoarse from screaming and you won't be able to move let alone walk."

His hand had found its home and grabbing a handful of her mound he squeezed it hard making her moan. Sliding a finger across the panties that were the only barrier between skin and core he slowly started to create more speed "Fuck you're so wet" he groaned and as if unable to help himself Noah started kissing up and down her neck. She felt him moving his body behind her and she was acutely aware of the bulge pushing into her as he moved up and down her body. But it was the words he spoke next that broke her from her lust filled trance.

"Never again will you call yourself fat. Fuck girl. We're not interested in no freaking stick. You're exactly what we were looking for, luscious and curvy. You're ours. We're going to ruin you for everybody else. You'll run but you won't get away from us. Your fucking delicious body wants ours and " he said in an almost whisper as he took her earlobe into his mouth and started to nibble "ours want yours. We intend to fill you over and over until you think you can't take anymore... and then we'll do it all over again."

“I’m not a toy! You can’t…”

"Guys back off" James says quietly behind them "let her go."