Page 23 of Her Billionaire Stocking Stuffers

“I told you.” Pax whips his stare to Gabriel.

“What?” I look between them, wondering what I’m missing.

“This dumbass didn’t believe us when we told him there’s no way you realized we aren’t just performers on the site. We own it.” Cole’s chest puffs up. “We built it. People laughed when we pitched a cam site skinned to seasonal events and holidays. But it’s gotten us here.”

I can’t say I ever thought I’d enjoy being railed by three men in Santa masks either, but clearly I did. The illusion of stranger danger combined with the comfort of giving myself to the only three men I trust enough to take me for the ideal fantasy. “Wow, that’s… Congratulations.”

You mean to tell me, all those times they were earnestly discussing business at a high top in the corner of the coffee shop, they were talking about OnlySantas?

And I had no idea.

But why would it have mattered if I had?

“Okay, you’re right.” Gabriel hugs me to him then. “I’m sorry, baby girl.”

“For what?” I’m still confused.

“He was worried you only applied—and were interested in us—because you knew we were rich.” Cole rolls his eyes, denting his reputation on OnlySantas as the scary one. “Gabe’s got his own scars. A trashy ex-wife who used him long enough to try to take him and the company for all he’s worth.”

“And that one”—he points to Pax—“was terrified you’d look down on us because we’re cam guys and love showing off what we have together with the world.”

“Um, nope. Definitely didn’t hate that.” In fact, I wish I recorded it after the livestream I watched ended. “Or being partof it either. It was really…special…having people be unafraid of showing anyone and everyone that they’re into me.”

“So into you, you have no idea.” Pax leans toward me as if he’s going to kiss me, but at the last second Gabriel clears his throat.

Pax jumps from the bed like Snowflake when I catch her scratching something she shouldn’t.

“You might not get it yet, but you’re going to.” Gabriel rolls from the bed and stands too. “I’ll go get your clothes.”

“Is the pass open?” Suddenly that sounds terrible. “It’s only Christmas Eve.”

“No.” Gabriel strides from the room, pausing only long enough to smile at me over his shoulder. “But now we’ve all got holiday plans. Meet us downstairs in ten minutes.”

His itinerary involves all the things I’ve seen on TV but never got to experience myself before now.

Tromping through knee-high snow to chop down a pine tree, stopping on the way back to have a snowball fight where the guys mostly peg each other while I laugh. Warming up with hot cocoa piled with marshmallows—courtesy of Pax, of course. Decorating the living room and stringing lights on the tree. Being lifted up by Cole to put the star on the tippy top. Swiping a streak of flour off Gabriel’s cheek while we bake cookies together. Singing carols as we hang their stockings, and one for Snowflake, on the mantel. Cooking a huge lasagna dinner and eating it together, all of them insisting I take the last slice for thirds. Then settling down to watch classic holiday movies together on the couch while they load me up with popcorn, the still-warm cookies we baked, and all sorts of snacks. The glass of mulled wine they hand me sets me over the top. I might never move again.

Cuddled together—Snowflake purring on my lap—as the flames in the fireplace subside, I can’t suppress my yawn, no matter how desperately I wish this day could last forever.

“One last tradition.” Pax braves a stern look from Gabriel. What that’s about, I’m not sure, but I’m too happy to care.

He pulls a piece of mistletoe from the pocket of his sweats and dangles it over my head.

“No one get carried away,” Gabriel warns in a low growl.

Cole doesn’t wait for any more permission than that. He closes his lips over mine and shares the taste of man and spiced wine. It’s only starting to get really good when Pax steals me away for a turn. I arch into Gabriel’s embrace, so he nudges Pax aside and claims his first kiss.

When I’m ready to climb them, or race up the stairs to their bed, they turn and focus on the end of the movie marathon like their souls aren’t on fire, like mine.

Eventually, their nearness, heat, and the excitement of the day lull me into a doze.

I’m barely aware of Gabriel scooping me into his arms and carrying me up the stairs to their bed when they tuck me in, and themselves beside me.

How greedy am I to have wished for just one more first?

Making love with the three men I’ve fallen hard for.

Snowflake prances across the pile we form under the down comforter before stretching out across all of us, kneading the fluffy bedding, and joining us in a peaceful night’s rest.

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