Page 31 of Christmas with Three Cowboys

He gives me a hungry smile. “Good.”

The door closes behind him, and I abandon myself in the arms of my twins. Colton and Ethan revel in the afterglow in honey-like silence

Before long, they’re taking turns fucking me again.

Harder.

Deeper.

Faster.

Until I let go, until I fall apart at the seams and hold on to their bodies.

Tomorrow is another story. Tonight is ours, and every damned second counts.

8

Mitch

Melissa is an early Christmas gift.

I see it now. After years spent hoping and praying for the kind of woman who would want the three of us in equal measure, I’d almost given up. I was ready to go back on the market for myself, as were Colton and Ethan. Then Melissa came along. What a beautiful surprise she’s been…

And what a mystery for me to unravel.

I’m dying to know everything there is to know about her.

It still doesn’t make sense. The woman doesn’t even smoke. She gets tipsy after a single shot of whiskey. I simply cannot imagine her driving around with kilos of cocaine with the intention of dealing. I just can’t. I’m not the only one either.

Colton and Ethan have agreed to look into it. A sensible question here, a phone call there—discretely, of course, until we find out what the real story is.

She looked so beautiful, being taken by my brothers. Smiling as she let herself go, completely trusting us with her mostintimate layers. That’s the purest form of trust, and I’m obliged to reciprocate in any way I can. The next time I set foot in her bedroom, however, I’ll be the first to claim her.

“What’s up with you?” Darla asks, snapping me back into the present.

“What?” I mutter, remembering where I am and what I’m supposed to be doing.

The weather outside is grey and cold. The kitchen, however, is warm and cozy with Christmas decorations hanging all over the walls and cinnamon spice candles burning by the frosted window. The breakfast table is loaded with a second round of fried eggs and bacon, and Melissa is kind enough to bring over a second bowl of fresh fruit salad for Darla, Sammy, and me.

I give her a soft smile as she sets the bowl on the table. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she says, her gaze warm and her voice as sweet as powdered sugar.

“Something’s up with you,” Darla insists as Melissa goes back behind the counter and gets busy tidying up. “What is it?”

“Nothing’s up,” I chuckle dryly.

Sammy refills my coffee from a hot pot. “Don’t mind her. She sees trouble everywhere.”

“I do not,” Darla snaps. “I just know my boys well enough to be able to tell when there’s something off.”

“Well, is it off or is it up?” I shoot back with a cool grin, then take a long sip from my coffee before I obliterate the eggs and bacon on my plate.

Darla gives me a confused frown. “What do you mean?”

“This something of mine. Is it off or is it up? ’Cause they’re two different things.”

Sammy holds back a hard laugh and tries to focus on what’s left of his plate before he goes out with the ranch hands to patrol the eastern side of the fence. Colton and Ethan are in Long Pine for most of the day, handling some of our family’s legal affairs before the year’s end. It’ll be Christmas soon, and our lawyers won’t be back in their offices until after the new year.

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