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“Our Christmas Spirit,” Max added, making me laugh even as tears pricked at my eyes.
We stood there, trading gentle kisses and touches, no one rushing or pushing for more. This moment wasn’t about passion or desire—though I knew there was plenty of both—but about connection. About four people choosing each other, choosing to be brave enough to try something different, something real.
“I can think of nothing else I want for Christmas other than being home with my three… um…” I paused, not sure what to call them.
“Boyfriends.” Ronan gently kissed my temple. “We’re your boyfriends.”
I pulled them all closer, letting myself sink into their warmth and the certainty I felt deep in my bones. Wrapped up in them was exactly where I belonged.
Chapter Thirty
Emery
Now that the stress of the evening had passed, I was very aware of how close my three men were. Plus, we’d just had our first fight—if it could even be called that—and shared all our feelings. So, was I feeling a little frisky? Yes, especially with them looking so sexy in their suits.
“So…” I fiddled with a button on Ronan’s shirt. “What do you say we test out a new sleeping arrangement tonight?”
“What did you have in mind?” Levi moved my hair to the side, kissing along the back of my neck.
“You all have king-sized beds, so now it’s a question of comfort. We can see if we need to get an even bigger one. For sleeping purposes, that is.” I shut my eyes, letting myself be swept away by the feeling of lips against my skin.
Max led us to his wing of the house, his hand firmly gripping mine. Levi followed close behind, his breath hot on my neck, already promising a world of pleasure. Ronan had disappeared, saying he needed to grab a few things.
As we entered Max’s bedroom, I couldn’t help but admire the masculine elegance of the space. The king-sized bed dominated the room, dressed in dark, luxurious linens that begged to be rumpled.
Max turned to face me, his eyes heavy lidded. “Are you sure about this, Emery? All three of us at once is a lot.”
“More than sure.”
Levi’s hands slid around my waist from behind, pulling me back against him. “Good.” His lips brushed against my ear. “Because we’ve been dying to get you naked between all three of us.”
Max turned me around and unzipped my dress, his knuckles brushing against my skin and sending sparks of electricity through me. The dress pooled at my feet, and Levi leaned back to take in my red bra and thong.
Ronan appeared in the doorway, a spool of red ribbon in his hand. My eyes widened in surprise, and he smirked, coming toward us. “Thought we could put a festive spin on things.”
I raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at my lips. “Oh, really? And what makes you think I’m into that kind of thing?”
Ronan’s gaze held mine, his voice low and serious. “Do you trust me, Emery?”
Did I trust him? Despite our rocky start, despite the complexities of our relationship, I realized I did. I trusted all of them completely.
“Yes,” I whispered.
A slow smile spread across Ronan’s face, and he unraveled a length of ribbon. “Then let’s make you our Christmas present.”
Max and Levi exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They removed the rest of my clothes and gently guided me to the bed, laying me down on the soft sheets.
“We need a safe word, don’t we?” I bit my lip, my mind racing as I tried to process this new and surprisingly intriguing twist.I’d never really considered myself the type to be into this sort of thing, but there was something undeniably thrilling about the idea.
The room seemed to pulse with anticipation. I glanced at Max, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and concern, then at Levi, who wore a playful smirk that hinted at all sorts of mischief. Finally, my gaze landed on Ronan, his expression serious but with a glint of excitement that made heat rush to my core. This was uncharted territory, but I was more than ready to explore it with them.
“What word did you have in mind?” Ronan climbed onto the bed, straddling me as he wrapped the ribbon around my wrists, binding them together above my head.
“How about… Rudolph? He has a red nose that can mean stop... and honestly, there’s no reason I would shout that out during sex.” I giggled at the thought. It was perfect because I’d have to really not be okay with what we were doing to say it.
Ronan chuckled. “Rudolph it is.”
I watched as he secured the ribbon to the headboard. The sensation of being restrained sent a wave of heat through me, pooling between my legs. I squirmed slightly, testing the bonds.
