Page 102 of Single Mom's Christmas Wish

“Just a few more seconds,” Reed patiently advises.

I let them lead me inside, listening as the doors close behind us. I hear their footsteps shuffling across the floor. For a moment, I’m left to stand on my own, wishing I’d at least had my wedding goods on. The lingerie I’d picked out, the dress, the garter with its sexy, delicate lacy details. Alas, I’m in jeans and a sweater. A cotton bra underneath. I feel frumpy, and way underdressed.

“God, you look stunning,” Archer sighs.

“You flatter me,” I giggle.

“The Faulkner name looks good on you,” he replies.

I smell Reed as he comes up behind me. I’d recognize his salty ocean-scented cologne anywhere. His nimble fingers work on the knot of my blindfold until it falls off, and my eyes are suddenly flooded by a sea of soft, white light. “Oh, this is beautiful,” I manage, my gaze wandering all over the place.

We’re in a luxury hotel somewhere in the heart of wine country, judging by the vintage brick walls and the high-end furniture.

“Where are we, exactly?” I ask, trying to catch a glimpse of the view outside.

Archer comes closer, smiling like the devil. “It doesn’t matter, Mrs. Faulkner. What matters is that your three husbands need to get naked. We were hoping you might be willing to assist us.”

“It would be my pleasure,” I say and kiss him deeply.

Reed swoops in and kisses me; then, I turn to Maddox to taste his lips with equal hunger before I start working on their clothes. They smile and measure their heavy breaths as I work on the bowties first. One by one, the satin strips hit the floor, followedby the grey jackets.

Archer trails wet kisses down the side of my neck while I struggle with the silver buttons on his finely embroidered vest. “You’re making it impossible for me to focus,” I moan as liquid heat gathers between my legs, my mind crumbling inward.

“You love a good challenge, admit it,” he whispers, then nibbles on my ear.

“Oh, damn,” I manage as I peel the vest and the shirt off his massive, sculpted torso. I run my fingers across his muscular chest, reveling in the sensation. “I’m going to have a lifetime of this, huh?”

“I may get old and saggy at some point,” he quips.

“Me, too. Will you still love me?”

“Always,” he says and kisses me.

Maddox comes in, and I take care of his shirt and vest, as well. “I’ll love you even when you’re gray and wrinkled,” he says with a half-smile. “You’re my one and only, Dakota.”

“Kind of hard for me to say the same thing,” I say, shifting my focus to Reed and his delicious lips next. “I got lucky. Three for one. You’re my… three and only?”

“Works for me,” Reed replies, watching with dark hunger in his eyes as I strip his chest bare, then proceed to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. The movements become smoother until my three gods stand before me, gloriously naked and fiendishly hard.

I can’t help but lick my lips as I behold them, eager to unravel and lose myself in their arms. But first, I take a deep, measuredbreath. There’s something I haven’t addressed yet. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner about the pregnancy,” I say with a trembling voice. “It all became too much. I really didn’t know what to deal with first.”

“There’s nothing for you to feel sorry about,” Archer replies. “It didn’t exactly come as the biggest shock, considering how active we’ve been.”

“And careless,” Reed adds. “Let’s not forget careless.”

“More like reckless,” I mutter.

Maddox chuckles softly. “It’s okay, Dakota. We’re going to be dads. To Trevor. To Maisie. And now, to this little guy,” he says, one hand palming my lower belly. “Or little gal.”

“Imagine a little girl,” Reed scoffs. “If she gets half of your genes, Dakota, the three of us are going to be in trouble.”

“Yeah, but the good kind of trouble,” I reply, then proceed to stretch my arms out. “I think your bride needs to match your outfits, gentlemen.”

A split second later, I’m stripped bare and sandwiched between my three husbands, their hard bodies causing my skin to tingle all over. We kiss and fondle one another, hands and lips and tongues roaming freely as the temperature rises. I forget all about the evening chill of wine country. I forget about the world and everything else that’s in it as I surrender to Archer, Maddox, and Reed.

Archer pulls me closer to the bed and spreads my legs, his hand slipping between as he groans and licks his lips. “You’re ready,” he mutters and kisses me again. He’s hungry. His lips devour mine, our tongues wrestling as he works my clit into a swollenfrenzy.

His fingers slide between my wet folds, in and out of me, until my hips begin a slow but steady sway. Back and forth, I match his hand movement while Reed pulls my hair up and licks the back of my neck. Maddox takes care of my nipples, suckling and nibbling on each until I’m dangerously close to a rippling explosion.

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