Page 95 of Filthy Rich Santas

Ryder smirks as we pull apart. “Now swallow.”

I do it, swallowing twice as the boneless satisfaction inside me starts to pull me under. I’m not just exhausted, I’m completely at peace in a way I can’t ever remember being before.

And it’s making it really hard to keep my eyes open as Tristan and Ryder murmur sweet, filthy things to me, passing me back and forth between them a few times before Ryder finally pulls me down on the bed, collapsing onto his back with me sprawled across his chest.

“So good,” he mumbles, his eyes already drifting closed. “I’m just gonna crash right here.”

“Same,” Tristan murmurs with a low chuckle, crawling into position on my other side and making me feel so deeply content I have no words for it.

It’s almost perfect, but as my eyes start to drift closed, I turn my head to see the doorway. I can’t imagine Beckett would join us now if he held himself back from the sex, but once upon a time I never would have imagined any of this is possible, so the least I can do is ask.

But I don’t get the chance.

He’s gone.

22

LANA

I’m still sandwichedbetween Ryder and Tristan when the morning sun filters in through the blinds, waking me up. Both men are still asleep, and I sigh happily, stretching between them, and just take a moment to appreciate the glow I feel.

Of course, stretching brings out a few intimate areas that are sore this morning, but that just makes me smile. A few aches and some tiredness after a night of incredible sex are completely worth it.

Although it isn’t just the sex that has me grinning right now. Even without that part, yesterday was one of the best days of my life.

“Looks like the snow has stopped.”

Ryder’s voice is rough with sleep.

“You’re awake,” I whisper, keeping my voice down so I don’t disturb Tristan. Then I realize what he just said and sigh, looking out the window to confirm. “I suppose it was too much to hope for another snow day.”

He chuckles, the arm he has around me tightening as he nuzzles my temple. “I’m sure there’s still plenty of snow. It’s just not falling anymore.”

“You know what I mean.”

His smile softens in a way I’m not used to seeing from him. “I do, love.”

Tristan starts to stir behind me, and that’s when I realize that sometime during the night, Beckett joined us in bed too. Just to sleep.

Well, it makes sense. He could have slept on the couch, but he’s a big man and while the couch is comfortable, it’s notthatbig. But I’d still like to think it’s more than that.

I prop myself up on one elbow. “Good morning,” I whisper to him.

He frowns. “We need to get moving and get on the road.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t think it’s going anywhere.”

He grunts, then rolls off the bed, grabs his phone, and pads toward the bathroom, giving me a view Ithoroughlyenjoy, since his ass is a work of art and it seems he slept in just his boxers.

He pauses in the bathroom door, looking up from his phone. “It says the roads have been cleared, and there’s no more snow forecast for the next several days. We should be able to make good time.”

“We should also be able tohavea good time, don’t you think?” I tease him. “While you’re checking the route, be sure to drop a pin in on any good attractions.”

He sighs, but I think I see his lips twitch before he turns away to go into the bathroom.

“He’s not a morning person, is he?” I ask.

“He just needs to get laid,” Ryder says with a smirk.

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