Atlas grips the back edge of the couch, resting his heavy weight on his arms. Muscles bunch and flex. Now that I really take a moment to look, I see hints of his age brushing along the corners of his eyes. Sexy and utterly mouthwatering.
“There you go again. Thinking you know what is best for me.” I downplay how frustrating my stepbrother can be and focus on the quivering ripples of sensations buoying inside me.
I work Ryder at the same time I slip the tip of my vibrator inside my aching channel again.
My mouth hinges open and I’m instantly toeing the ledge of my orgasm.
“God damn it, Kandy!” Ryder roars and encases my hand with his larger one. He yanks his sweatpants down another notch and together we work him faster. Brogan who has stayed silent up until now is around the couch and kneeling beside me. He throws the vibrator across the living room and replaces my new toy with his hot, wet mouth.
Yes! I won!
I nearly fall off the couch. “Argh!” I scream and buck into his hungry mouth. Eager lips wrap around my bundle of nerves and give a hard suck.
“Fuck if I let some toy get my woman off. You sure you want this?”
“Yes,” I pant. “If you guys don’t touch me, I’m going to lose my mind.” I’m looking straight into Atlas’ eyes. And he looks back. For a second, I spy inklings of the man from six years ago. The one who shunned me and I grow still. He’s wearing his customary blanket expression that prevents me from reading his true feelings. Just like that night. Until he drops it. “I’m here, butterfly,” he reassures me. “I’m here.”
That’s all I need to hear. The second he throws aside the fabric of denial, the heat fusing his gaze on me is utterly breathtaking.
A slow, easy smile spreads across my face and I hold a hand out to him. He sets aside the phone he’d been clutching, and I’m quickly lifted and settled over Ryder.
“Come here, baby.” He shoves his pants past his knees and my wet, clenching core takes his length in one possessive move. He’s careful of my tender ribs and instead clenches those powerful fingers of his into the ample flesh of my thighs.
“I literally ache to have you inside me.” My arms are around Ryder’s neck, and he wraps me in his. With our chests pressed together I can feel the powerful thud of his heartbeat and that rhythm feeds into my soul.
I sink over him until I can feel every last inch of his shaft claim my pussy.
Brogan glides his palm up my back and helps me ease over the top of his friend in slow movements. Ryder’s huge throbbing cock tunnels into me. My head falls back, and my mouth is immediately consumed by a lover. Hands caress every inch of my body.
“I’ve been dying to touch you. Are you sure you’re not hurting?”
And then suddenly. As if a switch is flicked on in my brain, I realize what has kept each of them from doing anything other than feeding me this past week.
Spread over Ryder I still and place a hand on Atlas and then Brogan. “Look at me. Please.”
They do. My heart hurts so much with the love I’ve had for these men long before they even knew. It dulled to the recesses of my mind over time. But seeing them again. Feeling their touches, has rekindled all the emotions I tried to stamp out.
My fingers trace the clean-shaven jaws of my men and I look at each of them in turn.
“What happened is not your fault. You will not shoulder the blame for the lunacy of another. That is their burden to carry alone. Karma will see to it. You have to trust that.”
“The only thing we trust is that you will never go another day without one of us or all of us at your side.”
I shake my head and turn to Ryder. “We know that’s not even remotely possible.”
“The he—” Atlas tries to argue but I silence him with a kiss.
His fingers wrap around mine and he slides our palms together.
“Please listen to me, Atlas. I was banged up a little. But look at it this way. You have me here now. So what are you going to do with me?”
This far up the mountain on such a secluded back road, Justice didn’t bother with curtains. “We have an uninterrupted view of winter at its most beautiful, a roaring fire, and all night long.”
“The real beauty is right here. Heart, body, and soul.” Brogan drops kisses over my shoulder and over the dip to finally wrap his lips around my pulse point and give a hard suck.
I cream all over Ryder.
“Damn, she’s on fire,” Ryder confirms, and I laugh a soft sultry sound.
“She’s right, men.” Atlas grips my hip tight, and I shimmy overtop Ryder. He grunts in appreciation.
Brogan doesn’t care.
My silent warrior plucks me off his friend and steals me away to spread me out in front of the fire.
“If we’re here much longer we’ll need to get a tree.”
“We’ll get you one tomorrow. White lights—your favorite—all those glittery ornaments Justice has in the attic. We’ll even hang some garland on the balcony railings and make some pumpkin pie.”
Be still my freaking Christmas-loving heart. I spread my legs and wrap them around Brogan. “Eggnog?” I tease. “We can’t play house without eggnog.”
“Homemade,” Ryder confirms. “I have a recipe I’ve wanted to try for ages.
Atlas snorts and wears a smirk at his friend’s comment. Citrine eyes level on my blues. “And who’s playing? If you haven’t caught on yet, butterfly. This is the real deal. You make us want to do things we never thought about before.”
I know. I just like hearing it.
Brogan steals my attention. “Eggnog. Yeah, as long as it’s spiked.” He has the same sweats as Ryder does, and Lord save me. He’s talking but all I’m seeing is his lovely cock outlined in gray cotton.
“I’m only partially kidding,” I hear myself say but now my eyes are roving over Atlas. His sweats are black, tighter than the others. I swallow thickly and wonder if it’s bad manners to stare for more than ten seconds if you intend to make good on the promise of licking all three.
“We’re not.” I’m flipped around to my knees and Brogan hooks an arm around my middle and lifts. “I already know you’re dripping wet for us. Now I want a taste.”
I swallow a moan. “You know we can’t stay here forever. Justice will come looking for me.” I hate blowing their perfect idea of a great Christmas.
Atlas smiles as he moves in front of me. His beautiful cock hangs in front of my mouth heavy and ready. Pre-cum coats the fat crown and all it will take is a small movement from me to have him in my mouth, my tongue licking up his spilled cum.
“Who do you think I was on the phone with? Sorry, butterfly, but you’re not due back to work until after the new year. That gives us ample time to thoroughly convince you to marry us.”
I’m momentarily shocked, and Atlas takes full advantage of my open mouth. He rocks forward and slides his shaft over my tongue. I moan around his length and deep throat him, swallow, and pull back. Right into Brogan’s waiting hands.
“I hurt you so much, my special butterfly. I’m so sorry.” Atlas’ voice turns vulnerable, and I can feel the tension in him grow until I peer up at him and force all the love in me into my gaze.
He smiles down at me, and I know...just know...everything will be okay.
Behind me Brogan strokes my pussy faster and dips two fingers into my hot core. I clench around him and buck against his touch, riding his hand hard until my climax hits me so hard, I’m left utterly breathless.
I’m panting heavily and every muscle in my body shakes from the fierceness of my release.
“Easy. Feel better now? Want more?” I nod my head.
“Good answer.”