Page 31 of Mistletoe and Mischief

Landon’s playful side—I love it, but I need to hear him say that he agrees.

I also really need to get fucked. That wins out. “And why do you need to know this?”

“Because if I can’t get in line, I’m going to be inside the kiosk reminding you who you belong to, and making sure those fuckers in line know it too.”

Shoving him backward, I’m thankful he doesn’t resist because there’s no way I could move him if he didn’t want me to. I sashay my way into the kitchen but quickly realize they’re not following.

“Let’s find out.”

“Give us a second,” Landon calls out.

I peek into the living room, the sight before me a happy surprise. Landon, Blake, and Cole are in various stages of undress, their hushed words charging the air with energy. Trent, however, is fully clothed, his hesitation palpable.

Trent catches my eye, and the discussion stops. Landon, ever the jokester, tosses his boxers over his shoulder. They catch on a framed picture of Betsy, Sabrina, and me on the roof of our high school the day of graduation. I’d talked the girls into it, mysymbolic way of saying I was on top of the world. The future was going to be easy. So naïve.

I definitely didn’t know that my boyfriend at the time would end up in my living room with three other naked men. Nor could I have guessed what a visceral reaction I would have to seeing their erections.

But the thing I’m most eager for now is Trent. He’s still clothed. Is he getting cold feet?

Landon grimaces, grabs his undies, and straightens the frame. He points to Trent. “We volunteer Trent as tribute.”

Trent balks, stammering. “Guys… come on…not like… I want my first time with Jasmine to be memorable and meaningful.”

Blake steps to Trent. “Your first time, after two years of blue balls, will definitely be memorable.”

Cole chimes in, a smirk playing on his lips. “And being the first one of us to test her ability to make coffee while getting fucked is very meaningful, wouldn’t you say?”

All eyes are on Trent. My heart waits for his answer. My sex is slick with desire. Two years of expectations. I can’t wait to share the intimacy with Trent that I have with the other three.

This is huge for him. For us. My pussy clenches. I’d always admired his ass when we dated, but right now, all I want is to see his cock. Well, that’s not all…

“Please, Trent. Help me find out how hard this will be?” I force myself to pout.

My eyes dart from one hard body to the next, thick cocks standing at the ready. Maybe I just need to get started. Returning to the coffee maker, I dump the used grounds.

“Hold on,” Cole says, his voice drawing closer. “You can’t get started until someone places an order.”

Cole steps behind me, his naked body slamming me into the counter. Trent has to be first. I’m about to stop Cole when he takes the portafilter from my hand and sets it on the drip tray,then spins me and lifts me onto the kitchen counter, my knees spread on either side of his hips.

His finger drags over my embarrassingly wet panties. His lips are inches from mine. “I can’t believe I’m holding back, but she’s all yours, Trent. Don’t make this busy barista wait. She has a business to run.”

Cole steps aside, and I wiggle a finger to encourage Trent.

He grabs the back of his shirt, pulling it overhead. His gorgeous body brings back memories. He shucks his pants and navigates his briefs over his erection. Stepping between my legs, he struggles to find a place for his gaze to land.

My gaze has no trouble, no shame landing on Trent’s girthy cock. Pre-cum streaks over the strained head. Christ, he looks like he’s about to blow.

So am I. This will be quick for both of us.

I draw his body against mine and it’s like no time has passed. We fit perfectly. His lips slant over mine. He’s familiar in every way—except the naked thing with his cock smearing pre-cum on my belly.

A tinge of guilt ripples through me. I know he thought we’d end up married and have lots of kids. It has to be hard on him knowing that all of his friends have had sex with me, and I’m carrying a baby for one of them.

His passion doesn’t waiver.

Not wanting to get caught up in the past, I say, “I guess if I’m going to make a coffee for you, I need to get down.”

“Stay there,” Landon says. “Trent needs to read the menu first, try out the samples.”

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