His Christmas Love: A Steamy Holiday Novella (Cuffs and Spurs Book 9)

by Anya Summers

  If not? Shoot, he had no idea. Only that he and Gavin would work it out, somehow.

  Brady slid into the kiss, returning it as much as he was able to since he was immobile and could do little more than lift his head. He poured every ounce of his love for her into his kiss, praying that this mishap wasn’t enough to scare her off.

  Hannah tore her mouth away from his, panting from the exchange. Even in his morphine-induced haze, pride enveloped him. Yeah, she still wanted him. While they had been occupied, Gavin had moved over and now stood at her side.

  Brady began, his words a bit slurred as he fought the effects of the drug, “Hannah, babe, I need to ask you something before the drugs make me too drowsy and I forget. But I need to know if you have it in your heart to love us—both of us. Gavin and I are a team, and I need to know that you’re okay with that, with including him in our lives, with—”

  “Stop. Brady,” she put her fingers over his mouth, “I don’t know how it will work. How it could. I know that I’m not supposed to love you both, that I will be viewed as a pariah, but I don’t care. I love you both and plan on keeping the two of you.”

  The light kicked on as Brady looked between them: Gavin’s arm around Hannah’s waist, the familiarity and ease between them. “You guys already talked.”

  Gavin wore all his emotions on his face as he glanced at Hannah before turning his gaze back toward Brady. “We had the time while they were patching you up. But yeah, she’s ours, Brady, never fear. We were just waiting for you to catch up.”

  “Is that right?” Brady murmured, feeling his soul settle back into place. They were a unit, the way it was always meant to be. And the guilt he’d felt diminished some. He still had a lot to make up for, to Gavin and Hannah, for the way he’d bungled things. But they would get there, eventually.

  “Yep. And don’t you forget it, mister,” she said, squeezing his uninjured hand.

  “I won’t,” he swore, “not now, not ever. We’re in this together.” Brady sighed, his eyes closing as a new infusion of morphine flooded his system.

  “Yes, we are. Now get some sleep. We’re not going anywhere,” Hannah ordered.

  “Bossy! See, it’s going to take more than one of us to keep her in line,” Gavin teased.

  “Yeah, but she still needs to marry me,” Brady said, the undertow pulling him down.

  “I will. Once you’re healed up, you big lug,” were the last words he heard before he drifted off into Neverland.

  Chapter 13

  New Year’s Eve

  The plan for the night was all set. They’d been caring for Brady around the clock since he’d been released from the hospital three days ago. Hannah had carried the brunt of it more than Gavin, since she was off for winter break while Gavin worked his shifts at the fire station before coming back each night to help her out, thank goodness.

  Gavin had been correct when he’d said Brady would end up acting like a constipated bear while he recovered. Difficult had been an understatement. But it stemmed from his inaction. Brady was a man of action, and not having an outlet for all the energy, even banged up as he was, was tantamount to torture for the man. He was resting in the bedroom, watching television, and Hannah had just the remedy to get him out of his funk: sex, and lots of it. Brady wouldn’t have to do any of the work, either. He could just lie there while she did it all—as long as they didn’t jostle his left arm or shoulder, he would be good.

  But to help her out, Gavin had the next forty-eight hours off from the station and they were going to make the most of it. Not that she and Gavin hadn’t had sex while Brady was down for the count—with Brady’s blessing, of course. Because they had, all over the house. The man had taken her in the shower and at the kitchen table. Up against the wall in the living room. He was a singularly gifted lover. Just this morning, over breakfast, he’d pulled her onto his lap and had his merry way with her.

  But tonight, they were going to include Brady. The man was being ornery and was a rather bad patient. While he couldn’t move much and was flat on his back per doctor’s orders, a few days had passed, and the best way to get him past the hump of inactivity was, well, to hump his brains out. And he wouldn’t even have to do anything but lie there in bed and take it.

  Gavin was going to be a part of it. Hannah turned to him in the hall. The man had been her rock while Brady recovered.

  “Are you ready?” she asked. Her belly quivered at his seductive smirk.

  “For you, always,” Gavin murmured, sliding an arm about her waist.

  “Now, I might need your help to make sure we don’t accidentally hurt Brady.” The one thing Brady didn’t need was more medical leave. The man would drive her to drink then.

  “Not to worry, I won’t let anything bad happen.” He pressed a kiss on her mouth. It was meant to be chaste, nothing more than a brushing of their lips together. But she couldn’t help herself with Gavin—or Brady, for that matter. Kissing either man made her world align and caused everything else to disappear but the guy kissing her.

  She was the one to end it and ripped her mouth away, breathing heavily. “Sorry, it’s not that I don’t want to keep kissing you, but if we keep that up…”

  “I’ll end up fucking you in the hallway instead of with Brady?” he teased and tugged on her ponytail.

  “Yeah. I can’t help it. One touch, and I’m a goner.”

  “Just what every man wants to hear from his woman: that she is helpless to resist.” He waggled his dark brows in a dramatic fashion.

  “Let’s go, I can’t wait any longer.” She couldn’t. Not with the way her body electrified at his touch, and her need to taste Brady. Today would be an affirmation of life—of Brady’s life, and their lives together.

  They entered the bedroom where Brady was stationed on the bed, his left arm in a sling. He was wearing a pair of gray sweats that rode low on his hips, and the television was playing some game on the sports channel.

  Brady turned his head at their entrance. “What do you know, the peanut gallery has arrived. You look quite determined, Hannah, everything all right?”

  That was when his gaze dipped to her fluffy pink robe. She didn’t have a stitch on underneath so that they could get right to the point.

  “Everything’s perfect.” She unbelted the robe and let it slide to the floor. Brady sucked in a breath. The front of his sweats began to tent.

  She knew he needed an orgasm or two. Gavin padded over to the nightstand, pulling condoms and lube from the drawer.

  “What’s going on?” Brady asked, his voice strained.

  She could tell he was trying not to be aroused and was failing in that regard. “What does it look like? We’re going to fuck, the three of us.”

  “I can’t—”

  “Sure you can. You won’t have to lift a finger. Just lie there, and I will handle all the rest. Gavin, help me get his pants off, will you?”

  “Certainly,” Gavin remarked and tugged his shirt off quickly, tossing it aside.

  It took the two of them to undress him, with Gavin lifting Brady up a bit while Hannah pulled his gray sweats down. As she had suspected, there was a part of him that was really happy they were doing this.

  Once Brady was naked, Hannah took in his injuries, and climbed into bed with him. She straddled his legs, and ran her hands up his muscular thighs until she encountered his shaft. Sliding a hand around the base, she squeezed.

  “Oh, fuck, that feels good,” Brady hissed.

  “I thought you’d like that. Now, the rules are, if you are in any pain, you tell me—us—and we will stop,” Hannah said, bending down to run her tongue over the crown. She inhaled his scent and purred.

  “Like I’m the submissive one?” Brady said with a moan.

  “Exactly like that, dude. Let her suck you off. Our woman is particularly skilled in that arena,” Gavin said from behind her.

  Tendrils of heat curled in her belly as Gavin climbed into bed behind her and massaged her bottom.

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sp; “Don’t I know it. I’m at your mercy,” Brady grumbled.

  She looked up at him through her lashes, her hand sliding up and down his shaft in delicate strokes. Brady’s gaze was trained on her as she licked his crown like he was her favorite lollipop before she opened up and took him inside, sucking the head and then the rest of his shaft into her mouth.

  Brady let out a deep groan. “Jesus. Whatever you do, babe, don’t stop.”

  She didn’t plan on it. In response, she sucked hard on his shaft, drawing a deep-throated moan from him, and then continued stroking his shaft with her mouth.

  Gavin’s hands spread the globes of her rear, and his tongue swiped through her crease. She moaned around Brady’s cock as Gavin ate her pussy like it was a delicacy. Gavin was particular skilled at oral. Last night, he’d spent a good thirty minutes eating her out. She’d come so many times, she was delirious by the time he finished. His tongue plunged inside her and she gasped. Her moans garbled around Brady’s shaft as she swallowed his length.

  “I want to watch you fuck her,” Brady said, a hint of steel in his voice, his dominance rampaging back to the forefront.

  Gavin’s mouth left her sex and he growled, “I can do that. I can’t wait any longer to feel her cunt.”

  “You just fucked her this morning. I know, because I could hear you in here,” Brady grumbled.

  “She tends to bring it out in me. The need to always be fucking her,” Gavin remarked and the head of his cock pressed against her entrance.

  “That she does. I understand the sentiment well. That’s it, babe. I love your hot little mouth on my dick,” Brady gasped, his stomach muscles flexing as she took him down deep.

  Gavin clasped her hips and, in a single thrust, embedded his shaft in her pussy.

  “Mmm,” she moaned around Brady’s cock. Hannah forced herself to concentrate on Brady in her mouth and not the cock currently stroking inside her sheath.

  Gavin pounded her cunt, his pace fast and furious, driving her body up a precipice of desire that left her shaking and quivering for more. Her body coiled higher, tighter, as she tilted and tossed her hips back for more earth-shattering lovemaking.

  “Babe, stop. I don’t want to come in your mouth,” Brady commanded.

  She released his cock with a popping sound. “But Brady, I want… you need.” She panted, her eyes rolling back in her head at Gavin’s hard, ramming thrusts in her pussy.

  “I know what I need. I need to be inside your pretty cunt while Gavin fucks your ass. I want to come inside you,” Brady said with a guttural groan.

  She whimpered as Gavin withdrew his shaft. “Oh god, okay, just hurry. I need you both.”

  “Let me get you situated, love,” Gavin murmured, shifting her body forward until her pussy was hovering over Brady’s cock.

  She took a condom from the nightstand and rolled it over his length. With Gavin’s hands on her hips, she thrust down, taking Brady inside, and moaned. Then Gavin pressed her torso forward. She propped herself up on her hands, mindful of Brady’s shoulder and left arm. Gavin slathered lube over her rosette, pressing one finger inside and then another, stretching her before replacing his fingers with his dick.

  She held still, breathing deeply while Gavin fed his cock into her ass, staring down at Brady, feeling more love than she’d ever dreamed was possible. She mewled in the back of her throat.

  When both of her men were buried deep inside her, Hannah knew in her heart of hearts that she was the luckiest woman on the planet. She had not one but two honorable, sexy men who loved her like no other.

  And then she and Gavin began to move, making sure that Brady stayed as immobile as possible. Hannah had to focus or she would lose the rhythm because they felt so good. There was nothing in the world like double penetration. As she stared at Brady’s handsome face, at his heavy-lidded gaze infused with lust and love, he rocked his hips.

  “Brady. You shouldn’t move; you’ll hurt yourself. Please,” she whimpered as Gavin drove into her ass.

  “I love you, babe. And I’m fine. This little bit of movement is not going to hurt a thing. I might need more than one round.”

  She panted, “Whatever you need. I love you. I love you both so much.”

  Gavin nipped her earlobe, his breathing heavy. “Love you too. Fuck, I love your ass, baby. I love fucking you with Brady and watching you come.”

  Pleasure swelled like a tide pulling back as it turned into a tsunami and barreled for the shoreline. Their grunts and groans combined with the slap of flesh filled the room. They were all Hannah could see and feel.

  Her climax crashed into her system. Her hips bucked.

  “Oh god!” she wailed.

  “Hannah,” Gavin bellowed, his dick sliding deep. Brady, let out a deep, long moan and his cock jerked as he thrust.

  They thrust over and over again, drawing their pleasure out until they were each utterly spent. Gavin was the first to withdraw. He plopped down onto the bed beside them. She lowered her mouth and brushed it over Brady’s. “See, told you that you wouldn’t need to do much more than lie there.”

  Brady grinned. “I bow to the master and am yours to command for the foreseeable future.”

  “That’s all I want. Well, that and you both for the rest of my life. Maybe a couple of kids thrown in.”

  “Kids, you say?” Brady glanced at Gavin. “Think our girl would look good pregnant, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, I do. How many you want?” Gavin asked with a teasing glint.

  “I was thinking two to start. One with each of you. And then if we decide to get really crazy, after that we can do a coin toss for who gets to father the third kid.”

  Gavin looked at her, then at Brady, and then back at her. “You want to give me a child, have my baby too?”

  Hannah’s gaze cut to him and the uncertainty still present in his eyes, like he was afraid it would all vanish into thin air. They would work on that, together. She would reaffirm her feelings for him—for them—as long as it took, until there were no longer any doubts. “Well of course, silly. I love you both. I told you, I’m all in. And that means we’re all in this together.”

  Gavin smiled, his eyes suspiciously wet and shiny. “My own little Christmas miracle.”

  She felt Brady’s shaft begin to harden once more inside her. She gasped. “Again?”

  Brady cast her a simmering smirk and said, “Well, all this talk about making kids got me thinking about all the fun we’re going to have right here in our bed. We could begin now, if you like.”

  “Really?” She looked between her men, her heart overflowing with love for them, and the hope for their future filling her with warmth.

  “Yeah. I’m hoping you don’t want a long engagement,” Brady said, lifting her up off his shaft for a moment to rid himself of the condom before guiding his shaft back inside. She bit her bottom lip to contain her soft moan. Brady without a condom, being skin to skin, was better than anything she had ever felt before. And once she was pregnant, they could forgo condoms completely.

  “And Brady should be the first. I’ll keep wearing a condom until the next kid round,” Gavin said, exchanging a meaningful glance with Brady—like they were both in agreement that Brady would go first, be the first to father a child with her.

  “Let’s hope the first one’s a girl to even out some of the testosterone in this house,” she murmured before kissing them both: her men, her loves, her world.

  This Christmas, she’d given her heart away and been granted so much love in return. Love that she would cherish and hold dear for all the days of their lives. For a woman who had once been tossed away and unloved, it was more than she ever dreamed she might one day have, and she didn’t plan on wasting a moment.

  In their arms and with their love, anything was possible.

  ~The End~

  Anya Summers

  Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She rememb
ers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

  Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

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