Page 214 of Filthy Rich Santas

He scoops me up in his arms, gives me a filthy kiss, then carries me down the hall with ease. Tristan and Ryder are waiting for us in a private room that’s off-limits to the public.

“She claims she forgot her panties,” Beckett announces as soon as we get there. “One of you want to check that for me?”

“I volunteer as tribute,” Ryder says, sliding his hands up my thighs and pushing the skirt up to my waist as Beckett holds me against him. “Bare, wet, and almost ready for us,” he confirms, a rasp in his voice.

“Almost?” I repeat breathlessly.

He flashes a wicked grin. “You’re still wearing way too many clothes, love.”

So are they, and as soon as they get me naked and set me down on the wide, plush couch we’ve all fucked on so many times, their clothes start coming off too.

“What’s that?” I ask, popping to my feet and running my hand over Beckett’s chest. I know his body like the back of my hand, and while he’s already decorated with quite a few intricate, beautiful tattoos, I know for a fact that this particular spot—right over his heart—was blank.

Now it’s not.

He smiles down at me, holding my hand to his chest, then using my own finger to trace the new ink.

“I drew this,” I whisper.

It’s from a silly drawing I made when we were snowed in at the hotel during our road trip last year. We’d been joking around about whether or not every snowflake could truly be unique, and to prove my point, I sketched out a whole series of intricate, unique snowflakes on a piece of the hotel’s stationary. That led to the men all voting on which one was best.

This is the one Beckett voted for.

“Did you know that snowflakes can represent transformation and change?” Tristan asks, stepping closer.

I suck in a breath as I look over at him. He has fresh ink over his heart too. Another one of my snowflakes.

“You’ve changed us, love,” Ryder murmurs. “You’ve transformed our lives in more ways than you can ever imagine.”

He has new ink too.

“I can’t believe you guys did this,” I whisper. Then I laugh, shaking my head. “Actually, yes I can. You are nothing if not persistent in showing me how much you love me. Thank you. You mean everything to me.”

“Persistent, hm?” Ryder says, pulling me against him and tipping my chin up for a kiss. “You want us to prove just how persistent we can be when it comes to showing you how we feel about you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Let me start,” Tristan murmurs, turning my head while Ryder still holds me, kissing me deeply as well.

“Not before I get a turn,” Beckett rumbles, stepping in and devouring my lips until I’m dizzy.

“You’re so perfect for us, freckles,” Tristan whispers, stroking his thumb over my lower lip before stepping away. He comes back with a blindfold. “Trust us?”

“Always.Green.”

I’m breathing hard, my chest rising and falling rapidly as Tristan covers my eyes. Ryder guides me to the edge of the bed, then turns me so that I’m facing it.

“Lean over,” he murmurs.

He helps me position myself, bent over the bed, legs spread wide and ass in the air.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking a hand down my back. “Now let’s make sure that pussy is nice and wet and ready to take all of us.”

Then he’s on his knees, big hands holding my thighs apart as he eats me out until I come on his face.

“Guess you didn’t need those panties after all,” Beckett rumbles, running his thick fingers through my hair. Then he guides his cock to my face, rubbing his shaft over my cheeks.

I instinctively turn toward it, running my tongue over the row of piercings running up its length. Then, as Ryder enters me from behind, Beckett pushes his thick cockhead into my mouth.

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