“Do you want me to try this, Cherry Pie?” he asks, but how the hell is that even a question? He just called me Cherry Pie in a thick, sultry Southern accent. And his shaft is big and beautiful, girth-y and long. I want to feel it inside of me, wiggling my ass against the floury surface and licking my lips.
“Of course I do,” I say as Crispin comes over to me and slides his big hands under my ass. “There must be a reason nature designed women to go so much longer, right? Or be able to go again and again …”
“Yeah, so she could have four fucking boyfriends, Cherry Pie,” Crispin growls, putting his mouth against my ear and nuzzling the side of my throat. I throw my arms around his neck then slant my lips to his. We've just barely gotten started when I hear the sound of the kitchen doors swinging open.
Fuck.
“Well, hello, boys,” Crispin says, turning his head and then pulling me off the counter and into his arms, so he can carry me bride style. I'm so much shorter and smaller than him; I must feel like nothing in his strong arms. Holy crap. This day has certainly taken a turn for the … uh, interesting.“Would one of you boys mind fixing us up so we look decent? I'd like to take this little lady upstairs to her bedroom.”
The way Crispin says the word bedroom … god, it should be illegal.
“What the hell …” Frost says, licking his lips, his green eyes taking in the naked curve of my ass before Aspen moves over and tugs the gold fabric over my cheeks. His hands drop lower and I take a guess that he's putting Crispin's junk back in his pants.
“Cookies are on the counter and the oven's off,” Vale says, coming up to stand beside us, his mouth turning up in a smile. I just screwed the drummer for Inked Pages … and almost screwed the bassist. And the lead singer and guitarist? Well, Christmas fudge, they're looking at me like they wouldn't mind jumping in, too.
“Let's go upstairs,” I say, inviting them all, one special glance for each of the four men. “Now.”
The sound of Holly Cole's 'zat You Santa Claus follows us out of the room and up the stairs …
Luckily, we don't run into any of my family on the way up. If we had … I have no idea how I would've explained my ass and thighs covered in flour, the Southern hottie holding me up, or the three beautiful rock stars trailing along behind us.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Crispin lays me on the mattress like I'm something precious, a rare gem he's beyond lucky to have uncovered. His eyes twinkle as he steps away from the bed and starts stripping, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Take your clothes off, sweet pea,” he whispers, and I rush to comply, eager to have him naked and on top of me, my nails clawing down his back, my cunt holding his shaft hostage. I wiggle out of the gold dress, tossing it aside and sitting there in nothing but my red heels with the little straps. I could take those off, too, but … “Leave the heels,” Crispin says, his voice raw and ragged.
As he finishes undressing, Vale makes a new fire in the fireplace and Aspen and Frost … they join me on the bed, taking their shirts off and moving toward me like I'm a ship and they're my anchors, tethering me to this world. It's a weird thought to have for men I hardly know, but I don't care. I'm a big girl; I know this isn't love at first sight. It's just … lust. That, and we all seem to get along pretty goddamn well …
Anyway, this definitely isn't their first time having group sex. It's obvious in the way they come together, surrounding me on the bed but not boxing me in. I still feel in charge here.
“You tell us what you're comfortable with,” Crispin whispers, his naked body one of the most glorious things I've ever seen in my life. He's tall and muscular, built like a working man, with tanned skin and warm brown eyes. His dick is long and curved just slightly, the size toeing that line between perfect and too big. I want to fuck him and find out.
Licking my lips, I scoot back and find myself pressed against Aspen's body. I groan as his arms encircle my waist and pull me against the nakedness of his chest. He's stripped his shirt and shoes, but his pants are still on.
That just won't work.
As the fire starts to crackle and pop, Vale makes his way back to the bed and watches as I turn, the glow of the Christmas lights highlighting the beautiful features of Aspen's face, the little red and green streak in his hair, his brilliant blue eyes.
Reaching my hands down, I undo his pants and free the thick hardness of his shaft.
“Shit,” he whispers, and even just hearing him curse reminds me of that beautiful song he sang me in the kitchen, his words caressing my ear as his fingers teased my pussy. I spit in my hand and then wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, working nice and slow and easy, drawing this deep, sensual groan from his throat.
Frost, on the other hand, doesn't need, want, or wait for an invitation, settling himself in the sea of Christmas pillows and taking his gloriously hard cock in his hand. As I watch, he narrows his eyes at me, lifts the edge of his lip in a growl and smoothes the beads of pre-cum from the head of his shaft down the length of it.
Fucking angel tree toppers, that son of a bitch is hot.
Aspen puts his hand on the back of my head and kisses me while I pump his cock, my eyes open and watching Frost's angry, wild movements. If I gave him the slightest indication, he'd be over here, flipping me onto my back and fucking me into a screaming orgasm.
“You're such a beautiful slice o' cherry pie,” Crispin whispers, licking a long line up my spine and making me shiver. He gets into position behind me, wrapping his arms around me and taking one of my breasts in either hand, kneading and caressing, nibbling my throat. I can feel the hard length of him bumping against my ass, eager for more.
Vale slides up on our other side, reclining, casual, like he's content to watch the show. When he catches me looking at him, he winks and then sits up to remove his shirt, his body dotted with beads of sweat from our kitchen encounter.
Pushing back into Crispin, I grind my crotch to his and he growls.
“Do it,” I whisper, just before I drop my mouth to Aspen's cock and put my lips over the head. Crispin Fox doesn't need a damn word more of encouragement than that, grabbing my hips with his huge hands and positioning himself to enter me. “Condom?” I gasp, coming up for air, just before his hands fist in my hair and pull my head back, his pelvis slamming into my ass, taking me completely.
“Of course, sugar plum,” he snarls, like he's having trouble holding back an orgasm already. “Shit, you're tight,” he adds, moving fast and hard, pounding my ass as I groan and try to focus on Aspen's dick, sucking and licking and kissing him. I pay extra special attention to the underside of his shaft, enjoying the way he thrashes underneath me, each movement of Crispin's hips making Aspen's dick move inside my mouth.
“I want to be inside you, too,” Aspen gasps after a few moments, and I lift my gaze to find his blue eyes watching me. “In your cunt,” he whispers, drawing me forward with a hand under my chin. Crispin moves along with us, using his hips to push me forward against Aspen. “Do you want to try this?” he asks, looking into my eyes, his fingers still on my chin. “It might hurt.”
I look up at him, the winds outside picking up speed and buffeting the side of the house. It's so cozy and warm in here, such a contrast to the weather. It makes it seem more special somehow, like this private little world made for just the five of us.
“That's what I thought about Crispin's cock,” I whisper, feeling this full, tight feeling between my thighs. Well, if I thought he was toeing the line of being too big, I was wrong. He fits just right. “I want to do this,” I say with force and Aspen glances over my shoulder to Crispin.
“Okay, babe,” Aspen whispers after a moment, adjusting himself in the pillows and putting a hand on my hip. Crispin withdraws his shaft with a groan of disappointment, and I settle myself on Aspen's lap, using my tattooed hand to put his dick against my wet heat. Sliding down inch by inch, I take him fully into me with a groan of violent, wild need.
I've never fucked more tha
n one guy in a night before … in a week, even. This is … exquisite, and it's fun, and why the hell have I never tried this before?!
Crispin let's me get settled on Aspen's lap before teasing my ass with his shaft.
“Have you ever done anal before?” Crispin asks me, but all I can do is nod. Aspen is long and as I rock my hips against him, I can feel him hitting the end of me. Warm thrills chase across my skin as I flick my eyes between Frost—still vigorously jacking himself off—and Vale, lying on his back with one arm behind his head, just watching us.
“A couple times,” I say, and I hear Crispin make a rough, wild sound from behind me.
“I better get the lube,” he whispers, but Vale sits up first.
“I'll get it,” he says, padding out of the room in bare feet, wearing nothing but his pants.
Crispin doesn't wait for him to get back, kissing my neck and back, teasing the opening of my cunt with his shaft, pushing against Aspen's dick like he can hardly stand not being inside of me. His frenzy and his want, they make me even hotter, and when Frost crawls over to us and leans down to start sucking on my breasts, I can't help it—I let the moans tear from my throat, violent sounds, almost screams.
Vale is back before I know it, squirting lube on his hands and climbing onto the bed. I can't see him, obviously, but I can tell by Crispin's groans how that lube is getting on his shaft. After a moment, I feel a small probe at my ass and flick a quick glance over my shoulder to meet Vale's golden eyes.
His mouth twitches into a smirk and he shoves first one finger, then two into my ass, fucking me nice and slow, teasing himself in all the way to the knuckles.
Aspen lets me watch for a few moments and then turns my face back to him for a long, passionate kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth at the same moment Vale trades his fingers out for Crispin's thick cock.
He teases my opening and then slowly, carefully enters me from behind.
The feeling of fullness, the unique sensation of the two men fighting for supremacy with their dicks, that pushes me to the edge orgasm, sending me literally screaming to the other side. My body tightens as Vale licks and sucks my right breast, Frost taking up my left. And then as soon as that climax passes, the men start to move again, a hand—I don't know whose—sneaking to my clit and rubbing it in gentle circles.
My next orgasm is so powerful that it tears climaxes from both Aspen and Crispin, forces them to spill their come into their condoms while Frost grabs the back of my neck, thrusts his tongue in my mouth and comes all over my breasts.
Vale … he's a good boy and finishes in his hand.
“You're a fucking prick,” I tell Frost as he pulls back and I sit there with four men surrounding me, two of them inside me, my heart beating like a wild bird's wings.
“Individually, yes,” Frost says with a smirk, gesturing at the other three men with a wave of his hand, “but as part of this deal? I think we present a pretty tantalizing offer, don't you?”
I have no idea how to respond to that because … he's right.
He is seriously fucking right.
But … he's still a prick.
The next morning, I wake up surrounded by all four members of the band, arms and legs entangled with my own. The fire is roaring in the fireplace, and the curtains are open, showing off the snowy blaze of storm outside. White Christmas lights cast out the shadows in the room, and my phone lies on the nightstand, an early alarm set to play a soothing jazz version of Blue Christmas by Nikki Parrott.
Sitting up as best I can with the pile of hot men around me, I grab the phone and relax back into the pillows, naked and happy and smelling like flour and sugar. I can't keep the smile off my face as I check the weather and see that the blizzard … is supposed to get even worse tonight.
Is it horrible that I don't want these guys to leave yet? That I almost wish they'd have to miss their Christmas concert so I could have them here with me? Even with my grandmother around, Christmas Eve has always been the loneliest night of the year for me.
I imagine that if Inked Pages were to stay, it wouldn't be so lonely after all.
“You're awake,” Frost grumbles next to me, sliding a tattooed arm over my belly and scooting closer. He's not such a terrible asshole when he's half-asleep, right? “I figured after all that dick you took last night that you'd be out until noon—at least.”
Hm.
Okay, so he's a frigging cocksucker.
The weird part of it all though is that I like him. Must be something wrong with me. I wonder if all the neglect I suffered from my parents and siblings is starting to set in, weakening me to assholes with perfect bodies and long cocks and smirking smiles.
“Tomorrow is Christmas Eve,” I say, because I can't even think about Christmas day right now. How could I when I still have to get through that night without my grandma? My bookstore? My independence?
My fingers itch to write, and I know without a single doubt that as soon as I get a hold of a keyboard, I'll be writing a fictionalized version of what happened between me and these four men last night. Damn, I guess Inked Pages really is my new muse? Not that I've ever really had a muse before. Crap. I guess they're the first and only … but hopefully not the last?
“The blizzard is supposed to get worse,” I say as Crispin yawns and stretches his arms over his head, running his fingers through his hair and sitting up. He has to push Vale off his belly and toward me, but I don't mind. When the blonde blinks and comes to, it's with this wicked slash of a smile that gets my belly all twisted into knots. “What if you miss your concert?”
“I think we all accepted a few days ago that we might not make it to the concert,” Aspen says, his voice warm and low, his eyes heavy and half-lidded and possessive.Not sure how I feel about that …
Okay, fuck, I am sure how I feel—annoyed and excited. Aroused. Wanted. Ugh.
I grab a handful of the gold sheets and tug them up toward my face to hide my naked body. Just having these guys look at me is starting to warm up the sore spot between my thighs. And I am sore.But in a good way, a way that reminds me with each subtle movement of my body that I was worshipped last night.
“We have a repeat of the same concert on New Year's Eve except that one's being televised live and recorded for release on Blu-ray,” Aspen says, pushing that little streak of red and green hair from his forehead as he glances over at me, the gold ring in his sapphire eyes drawing my attention. It's like a little halo around his pupil, adding this depth to his gaze that's both comforting and uncomfortable at the same time. It's the right sort of discomfort though, the kind that challenges the onlooker to give him more.“As long as we don't miss that … the Saint Paul one isn't that important. Mostly, it's like a live rehearsal for the one at Madison Square Garden.”
I turn over, inadvertently putting my ass right up against Vale's crotch and my face inches from Frost's.
Oops.
Clearing my throat, I try to act nonchalant, like I do this sort of thing all the time, hang out naked in bed with four different men. Strangers. Rock stars. Hm.
“Well, I hope the storm clears at least a little bit,” I say, trying to distract the boys from the precarious position I've put myself in. I'm not sure that it works because I can feel Vale's hardness pressing against my cheeks. Fuck, I want him bare inside of me, but then we have to have that talk and who the hell wants to do that?
“Why's that?” Frost asks, sitting up, the sheets falling down to the tented bulge of his crotch. His abs are criminally gorgeous this close up, and without even realizing I'm doing it, I reach out and trace the lines of his tummy with a finger. His breath hisses out and he reaches down, grabbing my wrist hard.“You want to get rid of us?” he asks, green eyes flashing down at me.
“No, I want to go to mass,” I say and he raises his dark brows, letting go of me and crossing his arms, curling his fingers around his tattooed biceps.
“No offense, Cherry Pie,” Crispin says, drawing my attention back over to him. He's
still lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, one knee propped up, a bit of sheet just barely covering his massive cock. “But you don't really seem like the religious type to me?”
“I'm not,” I say with a violent shake of my head, “but my grandmother was—a little. She liked to go to midnight mass every year, and I went with her. It's sort of a tradition …” I start to say in my family,but then that's not true. The only people that ever went to mass are grandma, grandpa (when he was still with us), and me. That's it. It's our tradition. “There's a local agnostic church here that's running their own version of midnight mass, and I'd like to go.” I pause and suck in a deep breath, focusing on the fire instead of any of the boys. I can't look at them, not with this rush of pain taking over my chest, icing my heart over like the blizzard's iced over all the windows. “I guess I'll be going alone this year,” I say, but not to guilt-trip these guys, just because this is the first time it's really occurred to me.
I'll be going to mass alone.
God knows none of my other family members will go with me …
“We'll go with you,” Vale says, sitting up on my other side. I feel so short all of a sudden, these four giant dudes surrounding me in my bed. But I like it, too. Shh, don't tell anyone. I wonder what grandma would think about this?She'd probably shake her head and tsk at me, but she wouldn't say a single disparaging word. She wasn't like that. No, she was basically the opposite of my mother.
“You want to go mass with me?” I ask and Vale's lazy cat-like smile stretches across his face.
“Not particularly interested in mass … but you, we're definitely interested in.”
“Don't say it if you don't mean it,” I tell him, because I've been let down enough in my life. I can make peace with going to church alone, but I can't handle getting my hopes up and then being dropped flat on my ass again.
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