Page 11 of Three Cranky SEALS and a Christmas Menace

But no. They’d scared Todd away and left her stranded with them, and all they wanted to do was sleep.

She was not going to call anyone to come and get her in this weather. This meant she was essentially stuck here in the heart of Bear Balls with them.

In two days it would be Christmas. Todd would be with his family. How was she going to lose her virginity? It would be too late.

And they couldn’t even say her name right? What was Missades? Her name was Mercedes. Not Miss…

Oh my god.

They’d been calling her Miss Hades, the girl version of Hades. The god of hell.

Well, she was going to show them. Determined as ever, she marched to the bedroom area, stripped off her track bottoms and hoodie, and slipped into the lingerie again. She applied some makeup, making her eyes smoky and her lips red.

She then gathered up her Christmas stocking filled with a festive paddle, a flogger with an elf as a handle, a couple of vibrating Santa butt plugs in varying sizes, an extended finger glove for G-spot stimulation, a clit clamp, handcuffs, blindfolds, and some other stuff including flavored lube. She tossed the bag over her shoulder, went into the kitchen to collect the edible nipple clamps, because they had to be refrigerated, and put them into the bag as well. Then she closed the distance between them again, and this time she picked up a baseball and dropped it to the floor.

“Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” Myles groaned as they rose from their sleeping spots. They took in her attire, and all three of them groaned collectively. Too bad for them.

“Oh good, you’re awake. I have a few things I want to say to you. Firstly, you think I don’t know what you’re calling me instead of my name? Miss Hades? Very funny.”

"Secondly: This is all your fault. Maybe I had no right to be here because I didn’t ask Jeff if I could use the cabin, but if you didn’t send, no terrorize, Todd into leaving; if you took five seconds to hear me out, I could have left with him; we’d have been out of your hair and you three could have slept until the cows learned how to fly.

“Todd could have taken my virginity in his damn car for all I would have cared at that point because that is what this is all about. I made a New Year resolution to not be a virgin come Christmas, and now I’m stuck with three cranky SEALs in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with no gas in my car, in the middle of a storm.

“So, I checked the weather. It clears up by Christmas morning. That doesn’t solve my problem. And because this is your fault, it’s now your problem; all I want is to go and have Christmas lunch with my family and face my step-sister Annique with confidence, knowing she won’t be making fun of me for being a virgin.” She took a breath, then emptied the bag of sex toys onto a chair.

“So which one of you is going to take my virginity?”

Chapter Ten

Waylan

They’d been doing so fucking well. And this was what they got for their efforts. Mercedes in her damn lingerie again, showing them her pussy as if they were gentlemen and would kindly look the other fucking way. What was wrong with her?

She was Jeff’s sister. They were her brother’s best friends. She should know better than to... tempt them.

“I’m not accepting no for an answer. So which one of you is it going to be? Do I have to sell myself to you? Do you want me to dance for you?”

Without missing a beat and in that fucking see-through dress thing of hers, she put on some upbeat Christmas music and started swaying her body.

Fucking hell, give them strength from this girl.

Did she know what she was asking of them? Take her virginity? What? Did she even knowwhoshe was asking to take possession of her body?

She closed her eyes, her movements fluid, her body twisted like a fucking belly dancer. Waylan clenched his hands, his cock hardening even more painfully this time, as she squeezed her breasts together. The only thought he had in his head was fucking her mouth and then making a river of his cum flow down the valley between her breasts, down her stomach to her pussy, a path he would follow with his tongue, a map to her sweet, sweet cunt, her clit, her lips, and deeper inside.

He glanced over at Holden and Myles, going through their own shit at seeing Jeff’s sister like this. Nearly naked, dancing for them, asking one of them to fuck the innocence out of her.

Did she get wet when she asked that question? Did her pussy pulse at the thought of one of them stretching her open, deep and wide, and fucking her until she came all around them, then drowning her with their cum?

Did she know she was messing with their heads? They were so connected, so in tune with each other’s psyche, they all felt the same thing.

Threatening to spank her had ruined them, and they’d quickly pivoted from that, except the images had lingered in their minds. Touching her, having her laid over their laps, their palms falling on her supple and perfectly round ass, her bare skin, the string of her panties nestled between her ass cheeks, would make their mouths water to trace the strip with their tongues. The thought of her silky flesh reddening under their punishment turned them into raging beasts, their cocks hard enough to nut over their imagined handprints on her body. They’d have come that easily, and decided they needed to sleep it the fuck off. They were not fucking Jeff’s sister.

Did she understand the control it had taken them not to fuck her when they decided two years ago Mercedes Samson was completely off-limits out of respect for Jeff?

They’d put themselves in Jeff’s position, trying to decipher how they would act if they had a sister. It wasn’t fucking nice. But this… they wouldn’t have guessed this scenario in a million years.

Mercedes Samson handed to them on a platter, all soft skin, stunning body, gorgeous eyes, delectable lips, and enough sass in her that they never know if they want to pin her down and kiss her senseless or do so with their hands around her throat, squeezing.

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