Page 122 of The Very Naughty List

Hailey’s lower lip trembles, and she reaches out to take Nick’s hand in her free one, as if she needs that connection to both of my brothers right now. Something to ground her, to hold her steady.

Good. That’s what we should always be for her.

“Everything about this feels right,” I say, my throat clenching as I swallow. “I don’t just want you, Hailey. I want to share you with the two people I’ve known and loved for my entire life. I want us to work together to take care of you, to keep finding new ways to make you scream our names. I want us to be yourhome. Because you’re ours.”

Beside me, Nick sinks down to his knees, kneeling on her left side. Sebastian, who’s standing on her other side, drops down as well so that the three of us are all looking up at her.

“Ours,” Nick echoes, kissing her hand as tears slip down Hailey’s cheeks.

“Ours.” Sebastian murmurs the word like a prayer, pressing his lips to her other hand.

Hailey drags in a shuddering breath, nodding as she meets each of our gazes in turn. When my brothers release her hands, she runs her fingers through Sebastian’s messy dark hair and strokes Nick’s scruffy beard. Yearning shines in her eyes as she looks at me, and I forget how to breathe momentarily.

“I didn’t mean the things that I said at the hospital—the things I said to Lucas and Pippa. I just didn’t know how to handle it, and I wanted to make everything okay for everyone. I thought I was making things better, but I just made them worse.” She pauses, taking in a slow breath and letting it out. “I didn’t want to get my hopes up and have my heart broken, especially not after how hard I’ve tried to protect it.”

“You don’t need to protect your heart from us,” I promise, hoping that she already knows that by now.

“I know.” She nods, her expression soft. “And as much as I tried to push down my feelings and remind myself of all the reasons that this could never work, I still can’t convince myself that it isn’t what I want. I can’t remember a time in my life when I felt as happy as I’ve been since I moved in with the three of you. No one makes me feel like you do.”

The bright winter light streaming in through the windows catches the strands of her honey blonde hair, making it gleam like gold. She looks like an ethereal goddess,ourgoddess, filled with a radiance that shines into every corner of our lives.

As I gaze up at her, the mistletoe I convinced Nick to help me hang in the entryway the other day catches my eye. She’s standing right beneath it, and a smile tugs at my lips.

“Look, baby.”

I point above her head, and Hailey glances up to see the tiny piece of greenery dangling there.

“You came back into our lives because of Christmas, so I guess it’s only fitting that we should show you just what you mean to us by kissing you under the mistletoe,” I murmur.

Her shy, happy smile hits me right in the chest. “I like the sound of that. Now get up here.”

I grin, shaking my head as she reaches for me. “Oh, I don’t think we need tostand upto kiss you.”

For a second, she looks confused, and then starts to bend her knees as if she’s going to come down to our level by kneeling too. But as if he’s read my mind, Nick quickly puts a hand on her thigh to keep her upright.

“You’re going to stand right there, trouble,” I tell her, reaching up to deftly undo the button of her pants, “while we stay on our knees and kiss you under the mistletoe. After all, no one said that mistletoe kisses need to stay above the waist.”

Hailey laughs softly at my words, her breath quickening.

Holding her gaze, I unzip her pants. She traps her lower lip between her teeth in that sexy way it always does when she’s turned on, and she shimmies her hips a little to help me as I gently tug her pants and panties down her hips and legs, careful not to aggravate any of her bruises.

Her pretty pink folds are already glistening with arousal, and I can’t stop myself from dragging my tongue up her slit, savoring her taste. She gasps, and her hands fly to my shoulders, her nails pressing through my shirt and into my skin. But I don’t want to get too carried away too fast, so instead, I place a gentle kiss on her pussy.

“You’re next,” I tell Nick, who’s kneeling to my right, and turn her carefully to face him. He swipes his tongue over her too, then kisses her clit. The shudder that wracks her delicate body makes my dick strain against my pants.

“God, every inch of you is beautiful, songbird,” Nick groans, stealing another kiss before he turns her toward Sebastian.

“More than beautiful. Perfect,” Sebastian murmurs as he rests one hand on each of her thighs and kisses her pussy,teasing her entrance with his tongue and eliciting a protracted moan from her.

The sound does something to me, and it must affect my brothers the same way, because all three of us descend on her like a pack of hungry animals. Sebastian eats her out while Nick and I kiss and lick at the tender, sensitive skin of her thighs until she’s shivering.

“Oh, my fucking god,” she whimpers as Sebastian’s tongue parts her folds and flicks at her clit. We alternate going down on her, making sure that she never goes more than a few seconds without one of our mouths on her flawless little pussy.

Angry purple and blue bruises, big and small, litter her legs from the crash, and I kiss each one I can find, my lips barely more than a whisper on her skin. It kills me to think about how much worse things could’ve been, how we could’ve lost her, and how lucky we all are that the worst didn’t happen.

It’s a Christmas miracle.

That thought awakens something in me—a need to show her how much she means to me.

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