Page 30 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

My touch under her chin turns her back to me. Those fears, whatever they might be, have rounded her eyes to an alarming degree, but they flutter closed when I lean in for another short kiss.

When she’s caught her breath, she whispers, “I didn’t know you three lived together.”

I nod. “Mm-hmm. We share a lot of things with each other.”

Dropping a whisper of a kiss under her ear, I whisper, “Nearly everything.”

And fuck, I’m pretty sure she whimpers.

“Is that okay?” I’m sure I’ll be asking that a lot tonight if her first answer to this is yes.

Paige offers me the tiniest nod.

A grin slowly forms on my face, and I turn her in place. “Go kiss Eli.”

She stalls for a second, no doubt taking in the fact that Eli is only half dressed, flannel pants hung low on his hips, leaving alot of him bare. But her spine straightens as she takes a few steps forward, those heels hindering her progress so that Eli catches her when she’s close.

The good girl that she is, she doesn’t hesitate once she’s plastered against all of that skin. Her arms reach up around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she lifts to her toes and pulls him down for a kiss.

She seems so small with the way Eli’s hand splays across her back. Their kiss knocks the stiffness of my cock up a notch.

I share a look with Henry. His devastation is clear. This is really happening, and none of us are willing to put the brakes on.

When Eli releases her mouth, he stares at her like she’s a gift. Her nails sink into his chest as she stares back.

“Now, Henry,” I say, low and even, and Paige spares a glance back to me before Eli nudges her in Henry’s direction.

Her swollen lip is caught between her teeth as she steps closer. She stops in front of him, and the moment of stillness they share starts to worry me before he reaches out to her, brushing a light touch over her cheek.

It pulls her from immobility, hand curling into the front of his shirt before the two of them collide. The tortuous wait for them both evaporates, and I see the moment Henry’s self-control cracks.

His hands cup her thighs and lift her to the barstool hidden under one end of the island. Her legs part for him, feet wrapping around his calves before he breaks their kiss. Henry grazes his knuckles across her lips before taking one more intense moment to savor her mouth.

Then, he’s lifting one foot, unstrapping the buckles from her shoe, and sliding it free. He does the same slow move with the other before his hands draw back up her legs, under her knees to cup her outer thighs.

“Are you sure this is something you want?” Henry asks. The soft protective edge to his voice echoes my own, and Paige must feel it too, softening under his touch.

“I’ve always been pretty clear on what I want, Henry. Regardless if anyone seems to believe me.” A clear jab from their past only makes Henry nod.

“Let’s move this into the living room.” My command cuts through some of the warring tensions and heats the room.

Paige’s arms are locked around Henry as he lifts her, legs wrapping around his waist.

Eli and I follow Henry’s quick steps. And when she’s on her feet again, I’m behind her, fingers at the zipper of her dress, nose in her hair. Fuck, she smells so sweet.

She shivers as I unzip her, my hands splaying across the new expanse of skin before I peel the fabric down. It drops once it’s past her hips.

I yank her ass back against my hard-on, so that she can feel how badly I want her. Her soft, needy moan is everything. I’m a fucking goner. The dominant caveman in my place.

Hand in her hair, I tip her head back and nip along the column of her throat. “You ready for this?”

She mutely nods.

“Answer me with ayes, sir.”

Paige shudders and answers with a breathy, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Joy rumbles in my chest hard enough that it makes her squirm. “Henry. Eat her sweet pussy.”

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