Page 215 of Filthy Rich Santas

“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you look when you’re stuffed full on both ends?” Tristan murmurs, stroking my back. Then he slips his hand beneath me, tugging my clit piercing as Ryder groans and drives into me, and I come, my scream of pleasure muffled by Beckett’s cock.

“Oh fuck, so good, love,” Ryder, pants, pulling out and letting Tristan take his place.

It’s not long before I’m lost in the sensations as all three men pleasure me, bringing me to one orgasm after another. Filling every one of my holes until I’m floating, filled with their cum and riding on a sea of bliss that only they can bring me. I’m breathless and euphoric by the time they’ve all finished, and they wrap me in their arms, still blindfolded, and gently bring me back to myself.

“Drink something, love,” Ryder murmurs, holding a bottle of water to my lips.

Beckett pushes my sweaty hair back from my forehead, then presses a lingering kiss there. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.

Tristan turns my head as the other two move away, kissing me softly. Then I’m alone on the plush couch.

“Can I take the blindfold off now?” I ask, feeling as relaxed and languid as a cat in the sun.

“That’s our job, little menace,” Beckett says, his voice low and husky and filled with a smile I’m eager to see. “Close your eyes.”

I do it, and he carefully unfastens the blindfold, removing it and running his thumbs over my eyelids and stepping away.

I open my eyes… and gasp.

All three of them are down on one knee in front of me, each holding a small ring box.

My heart races.

Tristan speaks first, his voice soft but steady. “This past year has been the best one of my life. And just like this…” He brushes the fingers of his free hand over his new ink. “I want to make it permanent. Will you marry us?”

He opens the ring box he’s holding, a stunning white gold band with a uniquely shaped diamond.

My breath catches as I meet his eyes and nod, tears springing to mine.

Ryder grins, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Christmas isn’t the only thing you’ve taught me to love. And there’s nothing I want to do more than keep doing that for the rest of my life. Marry us.”

When he pops his ring box open, it’s a gorgeous platinum band with another uniquely shaped diamond in the center.

I nod, wiping at my cheeks as the tears start flowing down my cheeks.

Beckett’s expression is intense, his words gruff but sincere. “Lana, we’re better with you. All of us, but especially me. You’re already ours, but I want to make sure you’re ours forever. Marry us.”

“Yes!” I laugh, wiping at my cheeks as my face splits into a joyful smile. “Oh my god, yes, yes, yes!”

The ring Beckett chose has a titanium band, and it’s only after all three of them slip them onto my ring finger, marking me as theirs, taken, loved, that I realize the uniquely shaped diamonds on each ring all fit together to form a huge, stunning stone that reflects every facet of my love for these men.

And their love for me.

The scentof cinnamon and pine fills our home as I put the finishing touches on the dining table. It’s Christmas Day, and we’re hosting for the first time in our new house.

I smile as I take in the festive wonderland around me. It’s not a white Christmas, not here in L.A., but my men have still helped me turn our home into our own private winter wonderland.

A little more enthusiastically than I expected.

“Ryder, did you addmoretinsel?” I call out, noticing a fresh sparkle on the tree.

His head pops around the corner, grinning sheepishly as he adjusts the rakish Santa hat on his head. “Maybe.”

I laugh, shaking my head. It’s hard to believe this is the same man who once claimed to hate the holidays. This year, he’s been the driving force behind our home’s transformation into a winter wonderland, and I honestly don’t know if it’s because he’s grown to love it too, or just because he loves me so much.

Either way, I love it. Every surface seems to twinkle with lights or shimmer with ornaments, and I can’t wait to welcome the family we have flying in from New Hampshire here to share it with us.

The doorbell chimes, and I hurry to answer it. Vivian stands there, looking happier than I’ve seen her in years, with Oliver bouncing excitedly by her side. Behind them is James, Vivian’s new boyfriend, looking a bit nervous but smiling warmly.

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