Page 56 of Christmas with Three Cowboys

“Whatever you want, sir,” I reply, unable to stop the grin from stretching across my face. “Whatever you want.”

His fingers probe my entrance, and I turn my head to look at them.

“Eyes forward.”

I jerk my head around and moan loudly as he uses three fingers to penetrate me, curling them with every retreat. “Oh, fuck, I’m so fucking wet.”

“Good.”

“Permission to touch myself, sir?” I manage.

“Why?” he asks.

“I really want to come.”

“Not yet,” Ethan replies.

My vision is blurry, my climax so close, I can almost feel it, but it won’t arrive unless my clit is taken care of. The little nub is swollen and tender, in desperate need of attention while Ethan finger-fucks me out of this world. I moan and gasp with every stroke, my core stiffening.

So close… oh, God, so fucking close.

Ethan withdraws his hand, and I’m left feeling naked and alone.

Colton pulls me back. I arch my spine in response, catching a glimpse of Ethan as he comes around and climbs onto the bed, his arms long enough for him to hold on to the posts while Mitch sits on the edge.

“Relax,” Colton whispers as he gently lifts me off the ground and positions me on top of Mitch. I’m as light as a feather in his grip.

“Deep breath,” Mitch says. He digs his fingers into my hips and beckons me to slide onto him. My pussy clenches with desire as he fills me and stretches me.

Ethan jerks his hips forward, and I lean over and take him in my mouth, practically unhinging my jaw to let all of him in. At the same time, Colton holds me by the back of the neck and joins Mitch inside me.

“Easy, baby,” he grunts and thrusts himself deep.

I hold on to Ethan’s thighs while Mitch tilts his hips upward. Colton fucks me slow from behind. I feel them, both of them, sliding into me. Every thrust brings me closer to the much-needed edge, my clit pressed against Mitch’s groin. It’s all I need.

“That’s it, Melissa. Take it,” Ethan growls as he goes deep down my throat. My neck muscles tighten with each motion, the world around us dilating and expanding into a blurry nothingness.

Colton slaps my ass hard, and I come, gushing like a fountain, my pussy rippling around both of them while Ethan shoots his hot load down my throat. Mitch explodes next, filling me and consuming me at the same time.

“Fuck!” Colton manages as he brings his hand down again.

I ride the wave, drinking Ethan in as Colton comes inside me.

We come down from our highs together, and my men gather me in their arms. They surround me with their warmth and pull the covers over us. It doesn’t take me long at all to drift into a contented and exhausted sleep.

Everything but this can wait until tomorrow.

17

Melissa

Christmas morning finds us in the living room.

The blizzard has stopped, but the others are still sleeping, which gives us at least another hour of cuddling in front of the TV, drinking hot cinnamon tea, and devouring an entire platter of cookies while the fireplace is ablaze and filling the air with the generous scent of burnt wood.

“We should open the presents,” Colton says, getting up from the armchair next to the couch. “Before the others come down. We got you something.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to,” I mumble. “I certainly don’t deserve it after the stunt I pulled yesterday.”

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