by Amanda Rose
The crowd went wild again as we bowed before walking off stage. We took a number of pictures – being given our awards and ten thousand dollars each as our prizes.
Kai dismissed himself; his eyes now set on finding Makoto. I giggled before giving him one final hug before we separated. I told the boys I'd be stuck with interviews and meet and greets, so I'd meet them back at my personal studio.
Regardless of my nightly schedule, the boys were able to snag a thirty-minute slot with me. I had a hunch that Junho or Jaxson generously paid the event planner extra to get them exclusive VIP tickets, so they could have the private session with me which included a set of professional photos taken with me and me giving them a personal tour around my section of the Galleria.
I said my goodbyes, giving them all hugs before I continued on schedule.
I couldn't ignore how overjoyed I was. Feeling loved by them as well as Cece and her boyfriend who tagged along.
I was finally able to leave after four hours – the clock bells rang to indicate it was midnight as I was escorted home by my driver. I thanked him before making my way up the stairs to my private two-story studio home. I didn't stay here as much as I used to, thanks to Cece's welcoming guest room in her flat, but I smiled as I pulled out the keys.
I walked into the dark room, kicking off my heels, which were killing my feet. I sighed in relief; the icy cold wooden floor felt wonderful on my sore feet.
I tried to recall where the light was located. I'd totally forgotten. I'd gotten the place renovated during midterms and barely had time to pass by during my final assignment.
"Where is that light?" I muttered as I walked into the room; the moonlight shone through the peaks of the curtains as my only light source.
The lights turned on to glow orange. I blinked wondering if they were automatic as I turned my head to the right before I froze – my eyes grew wide in shock at the large display before me.
Pictures...no, artwork. My eyes roamed the artwork around the room; bordering each large frame was a different colored Christmas light adding a glow effect and bringing out the colors of the art.
My body began to move before I realized it, starting at one end of the room and working my way to the other side.
I took in each picture; tears formed in my eyes as I tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape.
By the time I reached the last image, I couldn’t hold back any longer – the sobs escaped as my shoulders shook, the tears rolled down my cheeks as I stared at the striking blue-green eyes that stared back at me – my beautiful, deceased mother in all her glory.
Every piece of art an image of my mother. Some were of her alone as she painted in the park and spoke to a crowd, while others were of us together. A show of pure happiness as we were frozen in time laughing.
The last image was the image of her handing over a gift box – the gift box I've kept in my drawer since the day of her death. Her eyes were wide with joy as she presented me the gift, a large smile across her heart-shaped face and surrounded by her orange, curly hair. The bottom of the canvas showed my little hands reaching up for the gift.
The last moment with my mom, when she gave me the necklace I normally wore around my neck for protection. It had served its purpose in my life, protecting me when I needed it the most. I was reminded once again how much I missed her.
I heard footsteps and turned to see Jaxson, Michael, and Junho.
"How…how did you re-create all these pictures? Especially this one." I whispered through sobs as I pointed to the canvas before me. Jaxson stepped forward before answering.
"Kai contacted a few artists who knew your mom and located a photographer in Japan. He requested any pictures the man had of your mom and you before her passing. He was able to give us all of those and we asked Kai to draw them. That last one we found in your sketchbook and took a picture. I know it was a breach of your privacy, but we thought you'd want to cherish such a moment." Michael stepped forward.
"Yes. Cece told us that Christmas isn't your favourite. That it reminded you of her passing, so we wanted you to still get a chance to mourn and celebrate her life." Junho stepped up taking her hand.
"We knew you decided this year you'd spend it with us, which is a big step for you and we wanted you to realize how happy we are for you to sacrifice such a scared moment in time for us. We hope we can at least support you and show you that we love and cherish you, Scarlet Sinclair."
I blinked before I broke down crying. They pulled me into a group hug as I cried my heart out.
They loved me so much and proved that by helping me mourn my mom – the one person besides Cece who'd given me the world and made me the person I am today. She protected me even when her spirit was long gone – one with the stars above.
I couldn't express how happy I was; how blessed I felt to be in the arms of these three men who I met by chance and was now stuck with for as long as I worked at PINC and beyond.
No matter what, they would be there for me, and the simple thought of such blessings warmed my heart.
"Baby don't cry. We love you and will always be here for you." Jaxson soothed.
"Always." Junho whispered.
"Forever." Michael confirmed.
I smiled, nodding at their declaration.
The best Christmas gift I could ask for was spending it with these three men.
Mother can you see us from heaven. Are you happy? Thank you for protecting me long enough, so I could meet my soul mates. Thank you...and I love you.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Christmas Eve was a quiet day to mourn my Mother.
The boys didn't bother me – letting me do my thing around the studio to keep my mind occupied. I gave the place a good clean up before I took a few hours to paint. Painting always soothed my aches and pains, especially during times like these.
Whenever I ended up crying, one of the guys didn't hesitate to come in and comfort me – their warmth was more than enough to soothe the hole that had never really healed. I always patched it up, knowing it would open again the moment Christmas came along. But it was nice to have the boys stay around, checking on me but giving me space to do my own thing.
I don’t know when I fell asleep. The last thing I recalled was viewing my old sketchbooks on the couch. Moonlight, who Michael went and fetched from Cece's place, was curled up next to my feet. One of the boys must have carried me to my large, poster bed, which was big enough to fit all four of us.
I rolled over snuggling against someone's chest; my leg on top of theirs as my hand relaxed against his built chest.
"Scar?"
"Hmmm. Michael." I replied, my eyes still closed.
"Merry Christmas." He whispered; his hand went through my loose strands.
"He beat me to it." I heard Jaxson, whose voice came from behind me, complained.
"Are we going to give her, her gift now?" Junho who sounded farthest away asked.
I opened my eyes at the mention of gift – my eyes noticed Junho was sitting up next to Michael. His hand covered his mouth as he yawned. I wasn’t sure how much more they could give me; the pictures of my mother were more than enough.
"Gift? You guys have given me more than enough." I stated, taking a moment to reassess my appearance.
I only wore a long t-shirt. I didn't even have underwear on. I blushed, realizing I had been straddling Michael for who knows how long. He didn't show like he cared; a smile formed on his face as he noticed my inner dilemma.
"You like to tease, even in your sleep and I think this gift will relax you" Michael sat up.
"Or tire you out." Jaxson commented.
"Either or." Junho laughed.
"What are you guys planning?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes as I looked suspiciously at the two before turning to glance at Jaxson’s smiling face.
I noticed the change in their eyes. Michael’s hand landed on my leg, gliding upward to my hip. I turned my attention to him – those gold eyes sucked me in as he leaned f
orward.
The tender kiss we shared made my heart melt as his hand gripped my hip. Michael liked to fuck rough and hard, so this change in pace was new and exhilarating.
I felt Jaxson press against my back as he began to give me light kisses on my neck. I moaned into Michael’s mouth at the new sensation; my body loved the idea of two people covering me with kisses.
I heard the creaks of the bed, before I felt another hand going down my legs and a pair of lips begin to kiss my thighs. I'd never gone as far as fucking three men – the mere thought made me so wet and thrilled; I wanted to speed up the process. My body hungered for the three of them to cum in me.
I pulled away from Michael; our eyes locked as he gave me a hooded stare. He smirked as the others stopped kissing me.
"Scarlet. Are you ready for your gift?" He whispered.
I nodded, biting my lip. If my gift involved the three of them in my bed, I was damn ready to enjoy every bit of it.
"End of the bed and slide your shirt off. We need you naked for this." He ordered. I loved when he exerted his dominance, especially with that husky, deep voice of his.
I moved to the end of the bed and knelt, pulled the shirt over my head and dropped the piece of fabric to the ground.
"Get on your hands and knees Scar." Michael ordered. I placed my hands on the edge of the bed; the black comforter cushioned my palms as I got into position.
Junho was the first one off the bed, coming over in front of me with a silky, black blindfold. I smiled up at him as he gave me a kiss.
"How am I supposed to enjoy my gift if I can't see it?" I teased. He chuckled, pressing the material lightly against my eyes while fixing my hair.
"Oh, trust me Scar. You will enjoy this." He reassured me, securing the blindfold with a double knot.
I stayed in place, biting my lip. I didn't know what they had planned, and my mind was too frantic to think of the hundreds of possibilities. I felt as the bed shifted beneath me.
I flinched as something cold brushed against my folds. The cold, hard surface was definitely some type of toy or vibrator. I stayed still, even with the urge to arch my ass. I wanted whatever this toy was to begin its purpose – teasing my entrance and clit.
I let out a sigh of relief at the teasing; the frigid, smooth toy, I realized was a dildo, slid into me.
I moaned as I felt the cold toy pushed inside me; the sensation felt amazing. The cold versus the warmth of my pussy and juices gave me a different stimulation than anything I'd ever experienced before.
Whoever was behind me let the dildo slide in and out in a steady pace before pushing it as far as it could go. My pussy clenched around it, wanting it to stay where it is. I got my wish; the dildo stayed deep within me as my pussy pulsed around it.
The darkness of the blind fold opened my body, magnifying every other sense. I heard the breathing of the men pick up. I felt every slight touch of their fingers as they gently caressed my body. I felt as one of the boys seemed to move himself between me and the bed.
His moist lips covered my breast as he sucked my hardened nipple into his mouth. While another’s fingers found the hardened nub of my clit. Sensation after sensation played across my body and I couldn’t stop the moans that left my lips.
Fuck, I wish it was a vib–
The glass dildo began to vibrate fast - the unexpected speed caused me to gasp as my fingers dug into the sheets.
"Feels so good." I moaned, enjoying the buzzing feeling as I closed my legs, desperately trying to hold the vibrator in place. I was so wet – the feeling of my juice dripped down my leg and off my folds. I felt another shift of the bed beneath me; the men moved around once more.
Someone's hand slid through my hair, steadying my head, before lifting it a tad upward. I felt the tip of someone’s cock glide across my lip. Excitement fluttered in my stomach as I opened my mouth, eager to taste them across my tongue.
I licked the tip of the circumcised cock before I took it into my mouth. I heard a soft groan – the tone and depth of the exhale enough to clue me in that I was sucking on Junho's cock.
I started bobbing up and down on his cock, the feeling of his length going in and out of mouth added to the buzzing stimulation of the glass vibrator in my pussy, made me feel high – my mind became a blur as I let my body take control.
Junho tightened his grip in my hair as he began to move in and out of my mouth at the same time the buzzing increased in my pussy. I moaned, the sound muffled by Junho's cock that was sliding against my lips as I sucked hard.
Junho let out a struggled groan as his body tensed up, he pulled back far enough that only half of his cock was in my mouth as he erupted – the thick, sweet liquid shot into my mouth.
I swallowed it all before I came: the vibrator slid right out, landing on the bed. I paid no mind, closing my eyes as I breathed. Junho lifted my head to kiss me; his tongue made me breathless once more.
“We can’t let that go to waste, now can we?” I heard Jaxson’s voice.
The blindfold was tugged away from my eyes as my body was pulled back and I rocked onto to my heels still kneeling. My eyes darted down to land on Jaxson as he lay between my legs.
His eyes held contact with mine as his tongue peeked out and ran between my folds. I could feel my pussy clench for his tongue. I watched him, never breaking eye contact as his tongue made its way around my folds and over my thighs – licking away the evidence of my climax. I wanted to lift his head and bury it into my pussy, but he slid out from underneath me.
“She’s definitely wet enough.” He remarked. They left me kneeling as they moved around. Michael approached me next, pulling me into him. His lips were hard and rough against mine. My hands tangled in his hair. He moved so that his legs went between mine and he pulled me with him as he lay back. My pussy positioned above his cock. I felt my body lower ready to ride him, needing to climax with him inside of me.
"Your little show made me horny, sweetheart. Now, let's have some fun." He encouraged, lowering me onto his cock.
We both took a moment and enjoyed the feel of his cock sliding into my pussy, filling me completely as his hands rested on my hips.
I wanted to start riding him, but he held me firmly; a grin forming on his lips.
"Easy there. Soon." He whispered, leaning up to kiss me.
I felt Jaxson's hands rub my butt cheeks, before I felt his finger at my second opening.
I stilled, pulling away to give Michael a look.
"Have you done anal before Scar?" He questioned. I frowned, remembering the time when Jake tried it. Hurt like hell and he pulled out at the hint of resistance.
"It hurt." I confessed, my voice small. He pressed his forehead against mine.
"It hurts in the beginning babe. Did he at least use lube?" He questioned.
"No." I replied.
"That’s why." Jaxson commented, rubbing a hand against my back, soothing. "Scar Baby. Will you let us try? If you can't handle it, I'll pull out."
I smiled, looking over my shoulder at his pleading eyes. His willingness to ask and give me a choice made me want to do it.
He leaned forward to give me a passionate kiss. I pulled back, giving him a nod.
"Okay."
He returned to his spot. I wanted to watch but Michael's hand brushed against my cheek before pulling me down to devour my lips. He brought me forward so that his cock was still inside me but enough so that my ass was raised and available to Jaxson.
The cold lube made my body shiver. Michael’s eyes never left mine, and his hand rest against my cheek brought me comfort. His touch always seemed to calm me or heighten whatever it was I felt. I tensed as I felt Jaxson finger slide in.
"Relax Scar. Trust me." Jaxson soothed, my body relaxing at his command.
He allowed one finger to slide in. I anticipated the pain I felt with Jake but was left with only a tinge. He moved in and out, the generous amount of lube he applied helping his finger move with ease – the motion feeling good.
After a few strokes, he slipped in another finger. I continued making out with Michael, wanting to move my hips already. Feels so fucking good.
Jaxson pulled his fingers out; something wet and thick brushed my opening – the tip of his cock.
"I'll go slow in the beginning Scar. If you want me to stop, say so." Jaxson explained.
I pulled away to nod my head, moving my ass up enough to urge him to fill me.
The head of his cock pushed slowly inside me, causing me to whimper as he moaned.
"So fucking tight." Jaxson whispered.
Michael placed a supportive arm around my waist as Jaxson pushed his cock the rest of the way until his crotch hit my ass.
I stifled a scream; the pain and pleasure hitting me at once. Fuck!
It hurt, but the pleasure attached to the pain gave me a fulfilling sensation and I wanted more of it.
"That feels so good. Please fuck me. Both of you." I begged, loving the feel of their two cocks in me; the tightness made my body shudder.
They began to move together – Michael's hips lifted, up and down, to fuck me while Jaxson held my hips as he slid in and out. They moved in rhythm with one another – one never went slower or faster than the other. I had never imagined the amount of pleasure that I could feel having two men fuck me at the same time. Even if I had been able to imagine it – it would not have compared to this.
I pulled back from Michael as their movements became faster; my boobs bounced up and down. Michael took advantage of my girls being so close to his face, leaning upward as he sucked on my left breast while his right hand left my waist to squeeze the other.
I opened my eyes to see Junho's lust filled, turquoise eyes as he continued to stroke his cock. I want him too.
I licked my lips before meeting his gaze. His eyes widened for a moment before he stepped forward. There was no need for me to reach out to him. He knew what I wanted, knew what I needed. All three of them filled me.
The two boys slowed for me to suck onto Junho's cock before all three of them began to move in unison; fucking me in all three holes.
My eyes rolled back as I moaned, trying to concentrate on sucking on Junho while Michael continued to pound me, and Jaxson continued to fuck my ass.