Page 105 of Breeding Clinic

I find a playlist we haven’t listened to yet and hook my phone up to their Bluetooth speaker system.

“I’ll be right back,” Kat says, heading down the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. “Don’t follow me. It’s a surprise.”

Liam turns to us and gives us both smoldering looks. “You should go prep.”

I think those are the four most beautiful words I’ve ever heard. It’s been days since we properly fucked. There’s not a lot of impromptu anal happening in the woods. It’s been hands or mouths only unless we’re fucking Kat. And as much as I’ve come to love her tight, wet pussy, I really want Liam to blow my back out with his massive cock.

“Yes, sir,” I answer smartly, ignoring his amused look. “Come on, Gabriel.”

“She said we couldn’t follow her. Our stuff’s in the bathroom.” Gabriel follows me anyway.

I grab my keys from the table by the door and slip into my coat. “I have an emergency bag in the car.”

Gabriel looks at me funny. “You keep an emergency sex bag in Liam’s truck?”

“Yeah.” I shrug and unlock the door, then unlock Liam’s truck with his fob. “I was a Boy Scout, remember? Always be prepared.”

“I’m not sure this is what they had in mind when they coined that slogan.”

I shrug. “You obviously never went on group camping trips as a horny teen. I got my first hand job in the woods from a cute boy named Adam.”

“Really?” Gabriel asks.

“What? They told us to go find wood.”

Gabriel snorts and shakes his head at me. I drop the tailgate down and climb inside, then open up the steel tool box built into the back of the cab. I grab the small black duffel bag from there and toss it down to Gabriel.

He catches it. “I thought this was your gym bag.”

Jumping down, I turn and lift the tailgate and shut it. I give him a wry look. “When have you ever seen me go to the gym?”

He hums thoughtfully and follows me back inside. We find an empty bathroom in one of the other bedrooms. He waits on the bed while I go first, then takes his turn.

By the time we’re done, my cock is semi-hard with anticipation. Gabriel adjusts his cock inside his gray sweatpants. He’s hard too. I can’t keep my eyes off his bulge. There’s nothing sluttier than a man in gray sweatpants and nothing else. Theyshouldbe modest. The pants cover him from hip to ankle. But the way they cling around Gabriel’s half-hard cock showing off everything is absolutely sinful.

“See something you like?” Gabriel asks, a cocky grin on his face.

I tug him down for a kiss. Our mouths slide together, slotting perfectly. He kisses me until I’m breathless. When we pull away, there’s a small damp spot on his gray sweatpants where the fabric’s soaked up leaking pre-cum. I groan at the sight and resist the urge to grab him through his pants. If I do, we’re not making it out of this bedroom. And I have plans.

“Come on,” I tell Gabriel, threading my fingers through his and squeezing his hand. “I’ve got a surprise for us.”

“A surprise?” his eyes light up. Gabriel can’t stand having to wait for surprises. He’s an instant gratification kind of guy. That’s why I’ve kept my Christmas present completely secret from all of them.

That’s also why I’ve been keeping it on me. I pat my pocket to make sure the small plastic bag is still there. It is.

We rejoin Liam in the big living room and we’re just in time for Kat’s surprise.

It’s her, all dolled up. She’s put makeup on and curled her hair and she’s wrapped up in a big red bow. Literally. She’s wearing a bodysuit made of sheer netting and a red satin bow. The ribbon crosses over her nipples, and the open cups of the sheer bra show tantalizing cuts of skin above and below. The ribbon’s pointed ends come down over her baby bump. Another ribbon sash crisscrosses over her hips, making a V in the front. Like an arrow pointing straight to her pussy. She turns around, showing us the big red bow over her butt and the open panel below that. It’s crotchless.

“Holy shit,” Liam wheezes.

Holy shit is right. Kat’s grin is smug. Like the cat who got the cream. She’s so fucking cute.

A Christmas song, one about the singer wanting only one thing for Christmas, their lover, comes over the speakers withperfect timing. Kat walks into the living room and joins us by the crackling fire.

“Want to open your present?” she asks us, tugging lightly on the bow tied across her big breasts.

Liam gets down on his knees on the bearskin rug and wraps his hands around her thighs, pulling her closer. “I’ve been a very good boy this year.”

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