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I barely have time to draw in a sharp little breath before he’s begun to move within me, a smug smile on his lips.

“Sit down before you fall down, old man.” Johnny says from where he and Thomas are recovering. “We don’t want you to hurt her.”

He chuckles, but, adjusting his grip on me, does as he’s told, and together, we slide to the floor.

They might all know what I like, but I know what they like too. The moment I’m stable on my knees, I rock my hips, riding him and watch as his eyes close. His jaw tightens. His fingers press hard into my hips.

“Fuck, sweetness.”

That’s when Chase steps up to the proverbial plate.

I’ve begun to expect it.

It’s not that the others don’t like it too… It’s that Joshua and Chase just seem to fit too perfectly, together, inside of me.

As if to prove my point, Chase guides me forward until I am where he needs me. When he presses in from behind, it fills me near to unbearably.

Stuffed full of them, I struggle to find the breath each of their alternating thrusts drive from me.

I lose myself in them, let them lose themselves in me.

Magic flutters around us, not something cast, but created by pure and unadulterated love. This effervescent feeling, more heady than any alcohol makes me want to sink into them, to join on every level and plane. Tobeone with them.

This time, I’m the one biting.

My teeth sink into Joshua’s neck and he jerks against me.

“Careful. Don’t want to break skin.”

I’m nowhere close to that, but I play along, licking the offending spot.

He groans and all of his muscles clench as he mutters a curse.

“Chase leans close, holding me still. “You love that, don’t you?”

I do, but, “Which part?”

“Knowing you’re sexy enough he’s coming all overmycock.”

I nod against him because I’m so close, I don’t dare speak.

Chase’s fingers press hard against my clit and I come on a cry so loud I’m glad none of my neighbors are close.

When Joshua slides out of me, it’s only fair that I play just as dirty as Chase did. I press up on my knees, reaching up to wrap my arm around his neck.

Johnny mutters a curse as his gaze drags down me. “You are a fucking picture, Wicked girl.”

I offer him a smile befitting the name and with my other hand, reach down between us. Chase’s thrusts falter and the moment my fingers graze his balls, his breath is a hiss in my ear and I know he’s done for.

And as Chase comes within me, I sink back against him, wanting to simplybe.

Three

The first lightof dawn is more like the lowest setting on a dimmer switch, but the sky is noticeably lighter when my phone burbles a tiny chime at seven fifteen.

Down to embers, the Yule log glows in the fireplace, a lingering warmth.

This Yule passed, more memorable than any other, and I untangle myself from them.

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