Page 86 of Filthy Rich Santas

“Butareyou?”

“Fuck,” he mutters, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“Yeah,” I agree, laughing ruefully under my breath. “I don’t have the willpower to stop either. Not now that we’ve started. But itisgood. You know it is. And since we’re not going to stop, it’s okay to enjoy what we’ve got with her while we’ve got it.”

He huffs again, shaking his head like he’s not sure he agrees with me. But that’s fair. It’s not just complicated with Lana—it hit me earlier today that it’s going to fucking hurt when we finish this trip and have to go back to…

Well, to whatever the new normal ends up being after our agreement comes to an end.

A warm wave of floral bath-product scent wafts out from the suite’s bedroom. Lana must have finished her shower.

A moment later, she appears in the bedroom’s doorway, leaning against the doorjamb in just a sexy-as-fuck pair of lacy panties and a matching bra.

“You two look serious,” she says to me and Beckett, smiling as she looks between the two of us curiously. “Everything okay?”

Ryder emerges from the kitchen as if called by a siren. “Very fucking okay, love,” he answers, striding over to her and pulling her against him. “You look gorgeous.”

She makes a sexy little sound that goes straight to my cock, and Ryder kisses her, swallowing it down with a groan.

“Fuck,” Beckett murmurs, so low that I’m probably the only one who hears.

I nod, but my attention is riveted to the sight of her clinging to Ryder’s shoulders, her lush curves pressed against him like a dream.

They’re hot as fuck together.

Ryder has one arm wrapped around her waist, and when he fists his hand in her thick, silky hair and tugs her head back, kissing his way down her throat, she gasps, making eye contact with me over his shoulder. Eye contact that looks a hell of a lot like an invitation.

I share a quick look with Beckett, the conversation we just had silently replaying between us.

I can respect his reasons for continuing to hold himself back, but I’m done with that. I may not know what the future will look like once this all ends, but I do know that the only thing I’ll regret about tonight is not enjoying every fucking second we’ve still got with her while I can.

With a low curse, I get to my feet and stride over to join Lana and Ryder.

20

LANA

I’ve never feltas bold, as sexy and confident, as I did walking out of the bedroom in the most provocative lingerie I packed. But the best part is that the minute the men see me, I can start to let go of that and begin falling into submission, because Ryder kisses me exactly the way he did the other night.

He kisses me in a way that makes me feel not just wanted, but totally owned.

I love it. I crave it.

And then it gets even better when Tristan comes over and joins us, sandwiching me between the two of them.

When he takes over the kiss from Ryder, the sensation of being totally surrounded and controlled is intensified. My body feels electric, every nerve ending sparking. With two sets of hands and mouths on me, it’s hard to keep track of which is which.

I love the feeling. It makes it the easiest thing in the world to just let go, to lose myself completely in the intensity of the sensations and just drift along in the pure, raw pleasure of it.

“You taste incredible, love,” Ryder murmurs, pushing me back against Tristan and lifting my breasts in his hands as he drags his hot mouth down my throat.

His thumbs rub my nipples through the lace of my bra as Tristan tips my head back and takes my mouth. I whimper, the combination of sensations sending my arousal ratcheting higher.

“Tell us what you want,” Tristan murmurs, his fingers digging into my hip as he grinds his cock against my ass.

“You,” I whisper, turning my head to capture his mouth again.

Ryder chuckles against my skin, nipping the swell of my breast. “More specific.”

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