Page 174 of Filthy Rich Santas

It’s as if they’re afraid to let me go. As if they don’t want to lose me again.

I know how they feel.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” Beckett murmurs, nipping at my earlobe. “I need you naked.”

His fingers move to the hem of my sweater, and a moment later, I gasp against his lips as his calloused hands slide over my stomach, his thumbs skimming the undersides of my breasts.

Ryder turns my face to the side and captures my mouth, swallowing the sound down with a groan. “Not letting you go again, love.”

“Ours,” Tristan mutters, working my clothes off with single-minded focus. “That’s the new deal. You’reoursnow.”

“Can we… can we really do this?” My voice shakes slightly. “Can all three of you really share me?”

“Pretty sure we’re doing it right now,” Beckett rumbles, stepping back so he can pull the ugly sweater over my head, then unclasping my bra.

He thumbs my nipples, then pushes my breasts together and sucks them both into his mouth at once.

I arch against him, completely naked now, as someone else’s hand slips between my legs.

It’s so good I can barely think, but I need to know.

“Can you share me beyond just sex, I mean? Is that… is that what we’re talking about?”

They all stop for a moment, three sets of eyes burning into mine.

“Yes,” Beckett says firmly.

Tristan smiles. “We want everything.”

“As long as you want it too, love, we absolutely can and will share you in every way possible,” Ryder adds. “But only with each other, do you understand? This is a closed deal. You’re ours, and we’re yours. But no one else fucking touches you.”

My breath hitches. It really is everything I’ve dreamed of.

“That’s all I need,” I whisper. “It’s all Iwant. Just you three. Just us. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Good,” Ryder says as Beckett’s stern expression slowly spreads into a predatory smile.

“What he said.”

“Fuck,” Tristan groans, his voice hoarse. “I have to taste you again.” He doesn’t wait for a response, dropping to his knees in front of me. “I’ve missed your taste so damn much.”

Ryder claims my mouth again, and Beckett groans, kneading my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers. Tristan’s hands slide behind my thighs, pulling my legs wider and lifting me a little, until I’m supported by all three men as they rest my back against the wall.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe. “Oh god, I?—”

My words cut off in a whispered scream, which is muffled by Ryder’s tongue as he plunges it back into my mouth.

“Quiet, freckles,” Tristan murmurs, hitching one of my legs over his shoulder. “You can do that, can’t you?”

I shake my head, panting, and he gives me a devilish smile and tugs on my clit piercing with his teeth.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss. “Oh shit. Oh god, please, Tristan.”

“You heard him,” Beckett rumbles in my ear. “You’re gonna have to stay quiet. Do you need some help with that, dirty girl?”

“Y-yes,” I gasp.

He swallows my next sound with a kiss, while Ryder whispers filthy praise in my ear.

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