The mountain air was thick with summer; woodsmoke curled from Jack’s outdoor firepit, dancing between the trees like ghosts of past lovers. Inside the cabin, the air was even hotter. Evelyn and Elena hadn’t spoken much after the earlier confrontation — tension lived in every shared glance, every breath drawn too close. Jack moved between them like a current of heat and control, the undeniable center of gravity.
But fate had plans for this night. Someone else was watching… someone Jack hadn’t seen in years.
The knock came just past midnight — not timid, not rushed. Intentional. A rhythm Jack hadn’t heard since his twenties.
He opened the door slowly, shirtless, chest still glistening from the heat of the flames and the lingering tension of two women who’d almost come to blows over him hours ago. His jeans were undone at the top, riding low on his hips. He didn’t expect to see him.
Nathan Kade.
The name alone pulled Jack back ten years. Back to a different town, a different fire. Nathan had been the golden boy then — strong-jawed, caramel-skinned, with a fireman’s build and a poet’s soul. They’d had a brief, wild entanglement that burned too fast to last. Jack remembered the way Nathan had looked in moonlight — tall, carved, dark curls falling into his eyes as he whispered things that made Jack shudder in the dark.
Now, he looked… better.
Older, yes. More mature. But the body hadn’t gone anywhere — it had only filled out. He was broader now, with forearms dusted in dark hair, a tight black tee stretched across his chest, the kind of jeans that hugged his thighs like they were custom made. A faint scar curved above his left eyebrow — a relic of the firehouse life. His voice was still a low, delicious rumble.
“Jack,” he said. “Damn. You haven’t changed a bit.”
Jack leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
Nathan smirked. “I was in the area. Heard you’d moved off-grid. Figured I’d see if the rumors were true.”
Jack let his eyes roam, slow and deliberate. “What rumors?”
“That you’ve been busy keeping this whole mountain town warm.”
Jack chuckled. “Not wrong.”
From behind him, movement. Elena — now in Jack’s flannel, long legs bare. She froze when she saw Nathan. Seconds later, Evelyn appeared, still braless beneath Jack’s thermal shirt, her bust pushing against the thin fabric in the cabin’s warmth.
Nathan’s eyebrow quirked. “Well, damn.”
Jack stepped aside. “You coming in?”
Nathan hesitated only a moment. Then he stepped through the threshold.
Inside, things got hot fast.
Elena gave Nathan a cautious but appreciative glance — her eyes lingering on his hands, his arms. Evelyn smirked at Jack. “Old friend?”
“Something like that.”
Nathan laughed low. “Old flame.”
The energy shifted. Elena’s spine straightened. Evelyn tilted her head.
Jack poured bourbon.
As the hours passed, stories unfolded. Laughter turned to long glances. The fire cracked and the ice melted — not just in the glasses, but in the air between the four of them.
And then… the shift.
Nathan sat on the arm of Jack’s couch. Jack stood in front of him, close. Too close. The tension was electric.
“You remember what we used to do after midnight?” Nathan asked, voice husky.
“I remember,” Jack said, his voice just as low.
Nathan stood. They were eye to eye. Jack reached up, tucked a curl behind Nathan’s ear — slow. The air went silent.
Behind them, Elena’s breath caught.
Evelyn’s thighs pressed together.
And then Jack pulled Nathan in and kissed him — hard. Dominant. Deep.
Nathan groaned into his mouth, his hands gripping Jack’s waist. Their bodies crashed together like they’d been starved for years — all heat and memory. Jack shoved him back onto the couch, straddled him, grinding down hard. Nathan’s hands moved over Jack’s bare chest, down his sides, gripping him like he never wanted to let go again.
Elena watched — eyes wide, mouth parted. Evelyn leaned back in her chair, one hand drifting beneath the hem of Jack’s shirt.
Jack broke the kiss, breath ragged, and looked at the women.
“You still want in?” he asked, voice like smoke.
Elena stood without a word, letting Jack’s flannel slide off her shoulders. She was nude beneath it — full curves, dusky nipples already stiff. Evelyn stood next, her eyes burning, lifting the thermal off in one clean motion to reveal her perfect, heavy breasts and toned stomach.
They circled Jack and Nathan like predators.
And the night began.
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