Ares slams himself forward, and I tighten my inner muscles and bite him even harder. His shoulders loosen as a heavy moan falls from his lips; still he quickens his pace, nearly frantic. I release him, afraid I might draw blood, but he palms the back of my head and holds me up to his neck. “Again, more,” he orders. His voice is the deep, gravelly tone he only has when his powers are riding him hard.
I lick up his neck and bite him again, but this time I don’t hold back. I sink my teeth in. Ares jerks his hips against mine hard enough that he pushes us both higher on the bed. His arm folds around the top of my head as he pounds into me, protecting my head from hitting the wall. My body can’t even process the amount of pain and pleasure I’m experiencing. I spiral into an orgasm so hard I end up holding my breath until it passes, and I remember to breathe.
Gasping, I lick my lips and taste a metallic tang on my tongue. Damn, I think I made him bleed. Ares’s body is heavy on mine, but his weight is more than welcome. I trace my nails over his back softly.
I feel a drop land on my upper chest, and when I pull back and look down, I see a thin rivulet of blood falling from Ares to me. “Shit, I’m sorry. I reach up and wipe my fingers over the small wound. I must have got him with one of my canines. Ares hisses and pulls back. When I look up, his lips are parted and he circles his hips. He’s still inside me, and the movement makes me wince. I’m already a little sore.
“Sorry.” His voice is dark, sexy.
“I’m the one that’s sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Oh, sweetheart. Pain was not what I was feeling. Still isn’t.” He rolls over and drags me with him, sliding free of my body as he does.
Ares strokes his hands all over me as I catch my breath, my heart rate slows, and the only thing I want to do is sleep. He lifts his arm from under my head and stands up, I watch as his hands go in front of him and he lowers his head. Next thing I see is the condom dangling in his fingers before he heads to the bathroom. I rock my head against the pillow. I know I should clean up, but I really don’t want to. Hell, I should probably change the sheets, since that got kinda messy. Fucking, fabulously messy.
I groan and push myself up on my arms. Car doors closing outside spur me into action faster than the mess ever could. I lumber to the bathroom to find Ares leaning close to the mirror with the same cloth he cleaned me with against his neck. He smiles at me in the reflection.
“Sorry,” I mumble again. “I think the guys are home.”
“Okay, I’ll see if they need any help.” Ares drops the cloth into the sink and approaches me, completely comfortable with his nudity. He tips up my chin and gives me a devastatingly slow and sweet kiss. I’m breathless when he pulls back.
“Take your time.” He winks and disappears out of the bathroom, leaving me to watch him go.
Chapter 29
I stand back and watch as Ollie places the last bulb on the Christmas tree. The guys took me back to the home improvement store to buy the tree I fell in love with. Then they let me loose with an empty cart to fill with decorations.
I look around our living room. It’s a hodgepodge of Christmas flare. Nothing matches like Rosa’s stuff, but I love every single bauble.
“What do you think?” I grin at the guys.
Dante bumps his forehead into mine. “I think I like that smile,” he whispers, before giving me a soft kiss.
“I think we could have gone with a bigger tree.” Ollie stands back and looks over said tree with a critical eye.
“Shut up, it’s amazing,” Milo adds.
Ares walks in from the kitchen. He leans against the doorframe, not saying anything, but he has a small smirk on his lips, so I know he likes it.
“Now, it’s time for…” I roll in my lips. I’m so excited that I give them jazz hands. “Christmas movies.”
Ollie rolls his head back on his shoulders, then jerks back upright. “Die Hard is a Christmas movie, right?” He glances around.
Milo shoves Ollie’s shoulder and smiles. “Maybe later, but she picked out a few already.”
“Please, don’t tell me any of them are on the Hallmark Channel?” Ollie gives me puppy dog eyes and puts his hands together in prayer.
I snort. “I don’t even know what the Hallmark Channel is. I want to start with…” I grab the remote off the end of the sofa and point it at the TV. Selecting the DVR button, I scroll down until it stops on a little thumbnail picture of a man wearing a ridiculous green elf costume. “This.” When I hit the button, the elf gets bigger, giving me the option to start the movie.
Milo laughs. “You should have known she wasn’t going to pick the sappy stuff.”
“Is this one okay?” I look around.
“Yeah, this is actually pretty funny. That guy, Will Ferrell, he has some amazing movies I’ll have to show you.” Dante sits on the couch, leaning back to get comfortable.
“Are you going to start it?” Ares asks when I set the remote down.
“I need to make some hot cocoa and snacks, plus we need to turn all these lights off.” I wave around the room.
“We just put the lights up.” Milo’s brows furrow.
“Not the Christmas lights—those stay on. The real lights,” I clarify.
“What kind of snacks do you want?” Ares inquires.
“I don’t know, what’s a Christmassy snack?” I glance around.
“Cookies, of course!” Ollie holds up one finger.
“I don’t think we even have any cookies.” I deflate a little.
Ollie comes over and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “We have to make the cookies, silly.”
That makes me smile. “Like homemade? Not a roll from the dollar store?”
Ollie rolls his eyes and scoffs, “Noooo, not for Christmas cookies. Let’s call Mom; she’ll have some recipes.” He leans in closer and whispers, “Then you can send DL to the store for ingredients.”
I snicker at Ollie’s abbreviated nickname for Ares. “DL can hear you,” Ares chimes in.
Ollie widens his eyes in mock fear that he was caught. I elbow him in the side jokingly. “I can go to the store, I don’t mind.”
“We can all go,” Ares interjects. “I’ll call Mamma, I want some of the ones she makes with the sprinkles.” He walks away, his phone already in hand.
“Ask about the fluffy ones,” Dante hollers over the back of the couch.
“My mom’s chocolate chip cookies sound good too,” Milo mutters to himself, pulling out his phone.
“Is it okay if we put the movie on hold until tonight?” Ollie asks, squeezing me closer.
“Absolutely,” I agree easily.
“Wait.” Dante leans forward. “Our kitchen sucks. Does the oven even work? And we don’t have one of those big mixer things Mamma uses.” I deflate again, he might have a point about the oven, since we haven’t even tried using it.
“Let’s go try it,” Ollie suggests.
Ares is sitting at the card table in a folding chair jotting down notes on a pad with his phone to his ear. He looks up briefly but keeps writing. Ollie tows me over to the stove and whispers out the side of his mouth, “Do you know how to use one of these things?”
“Kinda. We had a tiny oven in the motorhome. I didn’t use it much, though.” I find the oven dial on the back of the stove and turn it to three seventy-five. It ticks several times before a smooth whirring sound starts.
I glance over at Ollie. “So far, so good. Let’s give it a few minutes to see if it actually heats up.” He walks over behind Ares and examines the paper he’s writing on.
“Gimme a piece of paper.” He tugs at the pad, making whatever Ares is writing turn into a scribble.
Ares glares up at him and shoos him away. “Just a second.” He pauses. “No, not you. Oliver is causing trouble.” Another short pause. “Yeah, I got it. I’ll call if we need anything. Ciao.” He pulls the phone away and picks up the pad of paper, removing a sheet under his and handing it to Ollie. “You need to learn patience,” he admonishes.
“You should learn to multitask,” Ollie counters, taking the paper and rushing out of the kitchen.
Ares snags my waist with his arms as I move to pass by him. “He’s shortsighted.” He drags me closer and pulls me into his lap.
Dante comes into the kitchen. “Did you ask about the fluffy cookies?” He pulls out the seat next to us and grabs my feet, placing them in his lap.
“I did, we’re just waiting to see if the oven heats,” Ares informs him.
Milo lifts the pan out of the oven, his eyes squinting against the heat. The tray of chocolate chip cookies looks a little under done, but he assures me that’s how they should look. “That was my last batch, your turn,” he calls to Dante.
Ollie made his first. We’ve been at it for hours, between going to the store and making three different batches so far.
Dante comes in from the living room. “I think I’ll wait until tomorrow, it’s pretty late.” I look up at the clock and see it is well after eleven, and I haven’t even gotten to watch a movie yet. “I’ll get up early, that way we can binge movies all day.”
“Wake me up, okay?” I tell him, rising from the folding chair. He nods and heads back into the living room.
“I’ll put these away as soon as they’re cool enough. Go relax.” Milo kisses the side of my head. “Thanks for making these with me, I had fun.”
I give him a tight squeeze in return. “I can stay and help,” I offer around a yawn.
“You’ve already helped Ollie and Ares. Go ahead, you’ve been in the kitchen since we got home.”
I lean up on my toes and give him a kiss. Against his lips, I whisper, “I like yours the best so far.” He grins down at me like I just handed him an award.
“I’ll make them for you anytime you want.” He licks his bottom lip and dips back in for a deeper kiss. Before I know it, he lifts me and sets my butt on the counter. I wrap my arms around his neck as he steps in close between my legs. I may be a little over making cookies, but Milo’s cuddles are always welcome. I curl my legs up around his hips. Milo is the thickest of my boys, and I love the way it feels like he can surround me.
We spend several minutes trading caresses and kisses, and it’s more than enough time for the cookies to have cooled. “I think everyone went to bed.” Milo lifts me off the counter, so I wrap my legs around his waist and let him carry me into the living room. Sure enough, the lights are all off except the glow from the Christmas tree.
Milo lays me down on the floor next to the tree, the thick rug Ollie picked out a few weeks ago cushioning my back. This is the first time I’ve ever been with Milo without Ollie. I kinda thought they were a package deal.
The way he’s looking down at me lets me know he doesn’t think anything is missing. Milo takes his time slowly undressing me, and he lets me help him remove his shirt before sliding his sweat pants off. I spend a lot of time running my fingers over those deep indents on the insides of his hips before I take him in my hand. Milo shudders and bangs the back of his head on the floor.
I climb over him with my knees on either side of his hips. “Do you have protection?” I kiss his chest, my nipples dragging against the tightly packed muscles of his abdomen.
“I do,” he confirms, reaching for the small table next to the couch. He pulls out a condom.
“Do you guys just stash those all over the house now?” I grin down at him.
“Maybe.” He smiles up at me lopsidedly.
“I’m definitely not complaining.” I lean back down and kiss him.
Milo drops the packet and wraps his hands around my waist, kissing me reverently, like I still might break if he’s not careful. But it doesn’t bother me anymore. I love how thoughtful he is, how he openly shows me how much I mean to him now.
Eventually, I help him slide the condom on. I stay on top as he guides himself into me. My head falls back and a moan leaves my lips. Every inch of Milo is thick. I still when he’s seated as deep as he’ll go. Milo squeezes my hips and lifts me a little. His tight grip and the friction he’s creating between us has me panting.
The cords in Milo’s neck are tight, and his eyes are squeezed closed, but I know he’s not in pain. He sets a slow pace, not giving me much room to move considering how tightly he’s holding me.
I let my head fall back. Milo jerks upright and wraps his arms around me in a punishing grip, but I love every second. “I need you to come,” he tells me, staring into my eyes.
“Make me,” I counter, biting my lip. He groans and rolls us over. Both of his hands land on the floor over my shoulders, our lower bodies still connected. Milo leans down, almost in a push-up and rolls his hips against mine. “Oh. My. God. Do that again,” I pant.
He does, several more times in fact, until I’m almost clawing at his back. The moment my inner walls start to quiver with an orgasm, Milo buries his forehead against my neck and groans out his own release.
“Thank fuck,” he mumbles.
“What?” I run my fingers up and down his back lazily.
“I lasted longer than two minutes.” He glares at me like I’m to blame. “I need more practice,” he demands.
I chuckle my response. “I volunteer.”
“You better,” he grumbles, as he reaches between our legs and holds the base of the condom before pulling out. He kneels between my legs and tugs the condom off, pinching the tip tightly. “Give me a second to take care of this and we can go to bed.”
“Okay,” I sigh, stretching.
I hear the kitchen faucet running for a few seconds, then the fridge opening and closing. Milo tiptoes back into the living room and leans down to scoop me off the floor. “I can walk,” I mutter groggily.
“I thought you were sleeping,” he whispers. “I had to put the cookies and stuff away. Sorry it took me so long.”
I curl closer to him and let him carry me to bed, even though I just halfheartedly objected. Milo deposits me between Dante and Ollie, giving me a kiss on my cheek before climbing in beside Ollie.
I nestle deep between Dante and Ollie, luxuriating in my new life. I never could have imagined I being this happy or complete.
Epilogue
“Are you sure we have enough food?” I smooth my hands over my hips, straightening my shirt for the hundredth time.
Ollie grabs a hold of my shoulders. “Muenster.” He meets my eyes. “If this isn’t enough food, then someone must be bringing an army. It’s just your mom and dad.” He shakes me a little.
“Yeah, but…”
“No buts.” He reaches down and smacks my behind. “Except for yours, that is. Please stop worrying, okay?” he adds, sounding genuine.
I puff out my cheeks and blow out a deep breath. “You’re right, I’m freaking out.”
“I’m always right,” he teases me. “Now, you look beautiful, the house is clean enough to eat off the bathroom floor—or I could eat you off the bathroom floor anyway…” He tilts his head from side to side.
“Oliver!” I drag out his name slowly.
“What was I saying?” He acts like I was the one being rude interrupting him, giving me the side-eye. “Oh, yeah. Nobody cares about the food, Muenster. Every person that will be here today is coming because they love you and want to be with you.” He cradles my cheeks in his palms.
“Thanks, Ollie. I love you.” I sink into his touch.
“I love you too, Laura,” he whispers, with no humor left in his voice. After a brief kiss, he gives me a saucy wink and announces. “And I still want to eat you off the bathroom floor.” He throws his arms in the air like he can’t help himself.
I narrow my eyes at him but can’t hide my grin.
The front doorbell rings seconds later. I smooth my shirt again and turn to face the door. Milo thunders down the stairs, Ares comes from the hall to our bedroom, and Dante rounds the doorway from the kitchen—all meeting me in the living room.
I feel several hands on my back and shoulders as Ares whispers, “You got this, Cara.”
I nod my head and take the two steps to the front door, but my hand freezes when I touch the knob. I take another deep breath before opening the door.
“Hi, Mom, Wyatt. Come in.”
THE END
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