Page 138 of Filthy Rich Santas

“Besides, this is something we most definitely want you to enjoy now,” Ryder adds.

“With us,” Beckett rumbles.

“What do you mean?” I ask, wondering what kind of gift they could have gotten me that they wouldn’t want me to open in front of my parents. “Oh,” I breathe as they all give me heated looks.

Beckett steps closer, his green eyes meeting mine. “Safe words still apply, of course.”

I’ve never received a gift that might require a safe word, and now I’mverycurious what they got me. “Okay.” I lick my lips. “What is it?”

Ryder brings a small gift box out from behind his back, festively wrapped in gold Christmas paper. “Open it and find out.”

“Does this mean I made it onto the nice list after all?” I joke as I take it from him.

Beckett chuckles low. “I guess that depends on whether you like your gift or not.”

I tug on the bow, anticipation building in my chest. But when I finally open the box, I’m a bit stumped.

“What is it?” I repeat, looking up at the three of them.

Ryder lifts the pretty gold… thing out of the box. It’s tapered on one end, maybe the length of my palm, with a gorgeous red jewel on the other flared end.

It definitely fits with a Christmas theme.

“It’s a butt plug, love,” he tells me. “For you to wear.”

His wicked smile makes my stomach flip over, and I can’t deny I’m intrigued. But…

“Will it fit?” I ask, blushing.

“It will,” Tristan says from behind me, lifting my hair away from my neck and leaning down to kiss me there. “And it will also stretch you a bit.”

I shiver at the implication, thinking of the way he played with my ass while Beckett fucked me in the SUV last night.

It felt good, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t wondered if I could take a cock back there.

One oftheircocks.

“We want you to wear it today,” Beckett says. “Are you willing?”

“All day?”

He nods, and although my stomach flutters, I’m already nodding.

“Yes,” I whisper. “What do I need to do?”

His eyes flare with heat. “Turn around. Bend over the back of the couch.”

Tristan guides me over to the couch and Beckett produces a small, clear bottle from somewhere as Ryder works my sleep shorts down, then trails the plug over the back of my panties, teasing me through the thin silk.

“We wanted a pretty one for you,” he murmurs. “My vote was diamond, but Beckett thought the red was more festive, and now I think he was right. It’s going to look gorgeous against your creamy skin.”

I shiver as he backs away, slipping my panties down.

Beckett takes his place behind me as Ryder comes around to cup my face and kiss me. I moan into his mouth as I feel Beckett’s thick fingers, slick with lubrication, spread my cheeks and circle my asshole, teasing it with a light touch.

Ryder smiles against my lips, then kisses his way down to my neck, nibbling the skin there as Beckett slips one finger inside me. The foreign feel of it sends sparks of sensation shooting through me.

“Relax,” Beckett rumbles. “Why don’t you help her with that, Tristan?”

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