by Mia Moon
“This is insane,” I told him. “I’m going to wake up, and this is all going to be the best dream I could ever have had.”
“Nah,” Ethan said, tracing my jaw with a finger so I’d look up at him. “If it is a dream, don’t wake up, because we want to stay with you.”
“That’s cheesy as hell, dude,” Ty murmured as he kissed down my shoulder. He dragged the robe with him, letting me free my arms until I was fully naked again. “He’s right, though. If anything, we’ve all died and gone to heaven.”
“Now who’s cheesy?” Ethan teased.
That teasing ended the moment I reached out to stroke his flesh. The laugh curled right into a deep, guttural moan and his hips jerked forward of their own accord. I was right there, ready for him, and I sealed my lips around his cock as Ty filled me up in one smooth, deep thrust.
Chapter 7
Hours later, in the quiet of the evening, Ty and Ethan dozed on either side of me, turning the sofa into a cocoon of warmth and light sleep breathing. I wore Ethan’s t-shirt and Ty’s forest green boxers.
The room had grown far too hot during our last session of lovemaking for me to don Ethan’s flannel robe again. Outside, I could see the thick, steady snowfall. It was the perfect sort of Christmas Eve—the kind depicted on Christmas cards.
Well, except for the half naked men. And the group sex.
Okay, so this was a different kind of holiday tale.
Pax had turned the gas fireplace down. The mesmerizing flames barely flickered into visibility. Over the mantle, strung up along with the twinkle lights Ty had brought home, was a long piece of red ribbon. Pax had cheekily used paper clips to attach the empty shiny gold wrappers from the now-spent condoms.
Condoms, which, I supposed had ended up in the trash, though I’d been too swept up in my afterglow to notice.
Pax’s fingers whispered over the keys of the baby grand in the corner again. He was holding the soft pedal down so that the sound was a bit lower than the jovial carols he’d played earlier.
I couldn’t believe the turn my evening had taken. From miserable loneliness to this. Enveloped in sweet, sweet bliss. Even if it was only a once-in-a-lifetime, one-night only, holiday dream come true.
Gorgeous men around me, practically at my beck and call. I had everything I could want. Well, almost.
My muscles felt languid and loose as I lifted myself from the bundle of muscle and smooth skin that surrounded me. Pax’s eyes lifted and swallowed me whole as I walked his way. The glow of his many Christmas lights made him gleam with such ethereal beauty. Had I ever thought a man was beautiful? Pax was, without a doubt. All that shyness—and how strange. I wondered if he even knew he was the sexiest of them all. And, believe me, that was one hell of a tough call to make.
Pax eased over enough on the bench to make room for me. I sat by him, and when he didn’t voice any objection or go stiff with concern, I leaned my head against his shoulder. "Is this okay?" I asked.
He nodded.
“Thank you all for everything you’ve done for me tonight. It's been so nice to not be alone," I whispered.
I could feel his cheek brush my hair when he turned to look down at me, fingers still stroking the keys like I wished he would stroke my skin.
“Of course, angel. If it were up to me, we’d keep you for good. Protect you. Provide for you. You have no idea,” he murmured.
I laughed a little and peeked up at him. “I think I might have some idea,” I said, indicating with my chin the two men still sleeping on the sofa.
His cheeks flushed, but his smile was bright and genuine. “Yeah. Maybe some idea,” he agreed.
“I’d love to have a better idea,” I told him, leaning my head back on his shoulder. “You said this doesn’t bother you, and I don’t want to push, but…”
“But you’re going to anyway?” he teased.
I laughed. “It’s kinda my nature to keep at it until I know what I can do to make a person comfortable. It’s in yours, too, isn’t it? Mr. 'I’m not on duty anymore, but I’m still going to go with my best friend to check on all these people I hardly know'?”
He snorted out a soft chuckle. “That’s a hell of a name.”
“It’s true, though,” I said. “You have no idea what that simple gesture told me about you and Ethan. That you two would take time out of your holiday. Take time before you could even start your holiday to make sure everyone else around you was safe and provided for. People don’t do that kind of thing much anymore.”
His cheek brushed my hair again, and he pressed the sweetest, softest kiss against my head. “I know they don’t, angel.”
“What can I do for you, Pax? Please. Let me in.”
He paused in his playing and took one hand off the keys, letting his foot up off the pedal. “You’re already in, Hope. That’s the problem. I can’t…I don’t…” He took his other hand from the keys and scrubbed at his jaw, which was showing a hint of stubble. “I don’t fuck around. I fuck for keeps. And I’m scared you won’t let me keep you.”
“Oh,” I whispered.
His eyes searched mine before he grasped my hand. “You’ve seen how much I want you. I’ve hardly been able to walk straight all night. Hell, angel, I’ve blown two loads without even laying a hand on you. It’s killing me to keep my distance, but once I cross that boundary, it’s over for me, Hope. I’ll never want to let you go.”
“What if you didn’t have to?” I asked, bringing his hand up to drop kisses over his knuckles. How had I gone from wanton desire to mind-blowing need? This wasn’t the wish to get thoroughly fucked—though I most certainly did want to get thoroughly fucked.
I had Ethan and Ty for that, though, as they’d both so eagerly demonstrated.
Pax was different. He was burrowing his way into my heart and soul faster than I’d ever imagined a man could. Hell, anyone could. He was the one I’d known first. Maybe that was it.
“You’re such a mystery, Pax,” I said, pausing to nibble the tip of his thumb.
He breathed in deep, held the breath, eyes locked on me.
“One minute, you’re out of control with the Christmas decorations. The next you’re shying away from what you want. You’ve had me on my toes all night. Funny, how you’re the one of the three I know the best.”
“I’d rather have you on your back. Or knees. Or, I mean, hell, that counter would do nicely,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss my fingers, too.
“The counter would do so nicely,” I told him, lifting my thumb to stroke across his lower lip.
I could see the moment his pupils dilated, and a shudder made his whole body quake.
“Fuck, H. What are you doing to me? Perfect angel. Perfect, perfect fucking goddess,” he murmured. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
“I’m not doing anything to you yet,” I told him with a soft laugh. “But I could be—I want to be.”
He groaned and reached down to cup himself. He hissed at the contact of his hand on his erection. His jeans still wrapped his body—armor against my touch. He locked eyes with me. “I want you to. Shit, angel. I want you to.”
He guided my hand down until it was cupped over his. I ached to touch this length through his jeans, but he still shielded himself from me. “I fuck for keeps,” he repeated, this time desperate. Urgent. Pleading. Promising.
“Then keep me,” I pleaded back.
I think that was the first moment I allowed myself to hope I would never spend another night alone.
Pax groaned. He still held my hand, sandwiched between the one that was twined with my fingers and the one that guarded his body. Slowly—so slowly I thought time would never start again—he dragged the hand covering his cock out from under my fingers until all I could feel was his steely erection. He panted when I stroked him. Still, his fingers held mine. Holding himself back more than he was me.
“Keep me,” I whispered, moving to brush his ear with my lips when I spoke, offering him something I was crazy to offe
r, but desperate to give all the same. Certain of the outcome. Sure of where I belonged. “Keep me, Pax.”
The dam of Pax’s pent-up tension broke over me. Without warning, he grasped my hips and hauled me onto his lap, grinding that thick, fiery bulge up against my body. I clung to his shoulders as he swept the piano bench back, making room for me between the keys and his muscular body. “Angel,” he growled out the pained moan.
Then he was up and moving, taking me right along with him. He squeezed my ass, spreading my cheeks wide as he carried me. His hot, rough hands gripped my flesh beneath the open legs of Ty’s boxers. Fuck, it was so hot. Being pressed up against Pax’s cock while I was wearing the shorts of a man who’d fucked me only an hour earlier.
Pax pressed me into the wall by the piano. A picture on the wall caught my hair, and he slammed a hand against it to keep it on the wall before he spun us, landing me on one of the kitchen counters instead. In a rush of movement, he ripped Ethan’s shirt from over my head before he tore off his own. As soon as we were both topless, he stretched over me, pressing me back against the cool of the countertop, devouring every inch of flesh he could reach.
“Tell me what you don’t like,” he demanded softly. “What’s off limits with you?”
I gasped when he latched onto my nipple. It was both a sweet attack and an awful torture, the way he nibbled, sucked, and lashed it with his tongue. Every touch was too much and not enough. His fingers rushed to pull the boxers from my hips. “Tell me,” he demanded again.
“Nothing,” I cried. “No limits.”
“Spanking?” he breathed in my ear when he hauled me back up. He put my hands on his belt as he landed his lips all over my chest, shoulders, and neck. “Anal?”
“Yes, both,” I gasped out as I ripped his belt free.
“Both are okay?” he asked, leaning back to look at me as he jerked his pants down. “Have you ever done either? Are you sure?” I watched as he anxiously fished around in the pocket of his discarded jeans. He pulled one of those beautiful gold foil packets out. “Tell me, angel.”
I shook with need as I watched him. He freed himself from his dark boxer briefs and slid them down with sudden slow determination. My whirlwind. He’d been wild. Now calm. Calculating as his eyes traced my body.
“No,” I finally managed to utter. “I’ve never done either. Not even light spanking. The guys I’ve been with—”
He uttered a sharp curse. “Sorry, angel. Hard to think of other guys doing what you’ve let us do.”
I laughed. “Oh, believe me. They haven’t. This whole thing,” I waved my hand around in a circle to indicate the entire evening, “is brand new to me. But, I love sex. And I’m not afraid to try anything. At least once.”
“And you’ll be honest if you don’t like it?” he asked. My mouth went dry as I watched him guide the condom on. Holy hell. The hottest and the biggest. I was kinda glad I’d gotten started with the other guys. No wonder he’d been keeping that thing under wraps.
It was huge…
“I’ll be honest,” I promised.
There wasn’t a thing I could think of that I wouldn’t like with them. And maybe that was naïve of me, but I didn’t care. I believed they would do precisely what he’d said they wanted to do. Protect. Provide. I loved those words. I craved them.
“I want you on every flat surface of this place, angel,” Pax said, as he grasped my face gently in both hands and pulled me in to lavish me with kisses. When I opened my mouth to release the moan that was building up from deep, deep inside me, he swept his tongue against mine, stealing every hint of the sound. “The not flat surfaces, too,” he added, hauling me off the counter and into his arms again. “All the floors. Walls. Beds. Sofas. Fuck. Where to begin?”
“Pax,” I whimpered. When had I become the kind of woman who begged for sex? I either had it, or I didn’t. It was never fun and playful like this. Never so good.
“Yes, angel?” Pax asked, grinning down at me. He knew exactly what he was doing. Teasing me. Toying with me. Drawing it out now that he’d made his choice.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Aw, fuck it.”
Chapter 8
Pax swept an arm across the top of the eat-in bar, sending the salt and pepper shakers soaring. “If I’m going to get to take you on every surface, I may as well start here,” he told me. He grinned that smile—half devil, half angel, all Pax—as he lined up with my entrance. Rather than diving straight in, though, he sank in only a fraction, giving me time to catch up.
Holy hell. He felt even bigger than he looked. I gasped when gentle kisses rained down on my shoulder—kisses I knew weren’t from Pax. He was standing over me, eyes locked on mine, watching me for any distress as he edged his dick in again.
I turned my head to find Ty at my shoulder. Those fingers worked my muscles. “Did you have enough time to recover, beautiful?” he whispered.
I didn’t have a chance to respond. My eyes must’ve rolled back in my head when Pax pushed again, this time sinking in so much deeper.
The glow of the Christmas lights dimmed to my left, and I peered over to find Ethan reaching for me. He cupped my cheek as he leaned over, ravishing my lips while Pax drew back and sank in—this time all the way to the hilt. I was hanging far enough off the counter, supported by Pax’s strength, that I felt his balls tighten up against me.
“Oh, fuck, angel,” Pax hissed out. His hands were clamped around my hips. “God. Damn. So tight.” He shuddered as he drew back.
“Can’t believe you got Pax out of his shell so early,” Ty teased me, leaning forward to take over where Ethan left off.
Ethan still held my hand, but I could hear him panting and the telltale sound of a hand rubbing against the soft flesh of a dick.
“Want her everywhere,” Pax said, answering Ty and reassuring me of where we stood in the same sentence. “Hope, sweetheart, are you ready for me? Can you take more of me?”
“Yes!” I cried out when he gave me a harder thrust, demonstrating his plan.
Ty and Ethan seemed to work in unison. Each fisted his own cock, watching, eyes ravishing the inches they weren’t touching. Each also held one of my hands. Keeping me in place. Helping Pax hold me steady, without a single word spoken between them. Pax reared back and thrust. He let it all go. Those walls I’d sensed in him crumbled with each and every thrust of his dick into my deep, tight recesses.
He touched every place I couldn’t reach—all the lonely places. The ones that didn’t feel quite fulfilled. I had a happy enough life, but it wasn’t complete. Every move he made promised me: I could find what I wanted—what I needed—with them.
Pax backed off, changing his angle until he was moving only just within my body. Rubbing at a spot that made me burn with a fire I’d rarely felt. He leaned forward and gently dipped his forefinger into my mouth. I sucked on it with abandon and Ethan chuckled.
“Greedy girl,” I heard him murmur, adoration on his tongue.
Pax swapped his forefinger for his thumb, and I sucked it in, too. I cherished the way his mouth parted, and his eyes darkened and hooded even as he continued those shorter, focused thrusts. And then he took those two moistened fingers and worked my clit. Circling, pinching. Pressing—oh, the pressing! Combined with the easier rocking of his hips, something dark and devious curled in my belly. Churning, clawing, roaring. My head rocked back, and I gasped.
“Oh, Pax. Fuck!” The last word drew out so long. One long breath of need and release. And release, I most definitely did. I came so hard I was sure the whole bar was going to break beneath me.
“Angel, angel, angel,” Pax chanted as he thrust a final time, then stilled. I could feel the jerk of his cock inside me, pulsing as his seed spilled into the condom.
My men showered me with kisses. Every inch doted on. And when I couldn’t lift my head, they carried me back to the sofa.
“Stay here, beautiful,” Ty told me, covering me with the light blanket from the back of the sofa
. “We’re going to make you a bed.”
I tried to argue that there were already beds, but my lids drooped, and my mouth wouldn’t cooperate. I’d wished to be thoroughly fucked, hadn’t I? Guess I could count that wish as being granted.
The next time I opened my eyes, two mattresses had appeared where the coffee table had been before. The deep leather side chairs were gone, too. And another condom wrapper hung on the chair over the fireplace. Our own little garland of sexual pleasure.
Now that was one hell of a decorating tradition…
“Here, baby,” Ethan murmured against my hair when he scooped me up. “Come get comfy.”
He placed me like a precious treasure when he set me down on the righthand mattress. Each mattress had a fitted sheet covering it, but a mountain of sheets and blankets was piled in the middle for all of us to share. I tucked a pillow beneath my head, hardly able to open my eyes.
Once I was settled, I was vaguely, blissfully aware when Ethan climbed under the sheets next to me, only because he spoke so close to my ear. “Time to give our girl some rest.”
Pax curled in around me, spooning my back while I snuggled my head beneath Ethan’s chin. I reached my arm over Ethan, hugging him close, but keeping my hand free so I could find Ty. Ty slipped his fingers loosely in mine, stroking my knuckles. “Goodnight, beautiful,” he whispered.
“Goodnight, angel,” Pax murmured into the soft spot where my shoulder met my neck.
“Goodnight, baby,” Ethan said, kissing my forehead before he tucked his chin protectively over me again.
“Goodnight,” I told them. It was all I could manage before sleep took me under.
I woke off and on through the night, wondering if I was in a sugarplum fairy dream, one with kisses, caresses, moans, licks, thrusts.
I was aware of each one while it happened and yet they all blended into an intoxicating blur as the night wore on. Each touch, each movement was more worshipful than the last, but also more desperate. I wondered when this magical bliss would come to an end.