Page 116 of Hale Yes
“I love you too,” I mouth back, and Phoenix snickers. I bump him hard with my hip. “Shut up, buttface.”
“Buttface? Wow. I feel like you’re my sister already.” He bobs his eyebrows. “You know that’s where this is headed, right?”
“We’ll see,” I say vaguely, though a smile teases my lips. The truth is, last night when we were in bed and I was halfway asleep,I heard Helix whisper a single word against the back of my neck.Wife.
I feel like a glass that’s already full to the brim with happiness, but someone keeps pouring more good stuff into it until I’m overflowing. The only problem is, I can’t help but worry that one day the glass is going to crack and break into pieces.
“That is not a thing,” I say, tilting my head and giving Helix ayou’re ridiculouslook.
“Christmas anal is totally a thing.”
We’re sitting in Ophelia’s backyard having cocktails after Christmas dinner. Helix and I are alone right now because Phoenix went inside to say good night to Reece, and Remi is refilling our drinks. Ophelia has happily taken over Nana duty. Helix is trying to tell me that having anal sex on Christmas Day is some kind of tradition.
“You just want in my ass again,” I argue, and he shrugs.
“Of course I do. Your tight ass is amazing, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a real thing, kind of like an adjunct holiday.”
“You guys talking about Christmas anal?” Phoenix asks, sitting down in the cushioned rattan chair across from us.
I groan. “Not you too. How did he get you to agree with this insane idea, Phe?”
“I didn’t have to. It’s just a thing. You can ask Remi.”
“Ask Remi what?” the oldest Hale brother asks, arriving with a tray of drinks and passing them out.
“Christmas anal,” Helix says.
Remington grins and holds up his glass in a toast. “Best fucking holiday ever.”
I shake my head, half in amazement and half in amusement at these three unfairly handsome men. Seriously, the genetics fairy must have sprinkled their parents during the act of conception. But the idea of this is ludicrous.
Bringing my glass to my lips, I lap a little salt from the rim and take a drink of my tangy margarita. “What if your partner doesn’t want to?”
“Then you don’t do it, of course,” Remi says adamantly. “There have been years where one of us was unable to fulfill the terms of the Christmas anal festivity.”
I snort at festivity and challenge, “Why have I never heard of this?”
“It’s a family tradition,” Phoenix explains.
“So your mom knows about it? Does she also observe this holiday?”
A collective shudder runs through the brothers. “Hell no, our mom doesn’t know. In fact, she’s only had sex twice in her life as far as we’re concerned,” Helix tells me. “Maybe we should have said it’s more of abrotherlytradition.”
Remington swirls his cocktail in his hand. “It started kind of by coincidence when I was twenty, and I overheard Phe and Helix talking about their, um, dates from the night before. It so happens that I had gotten lucky in the same way, and since then, at least one of us has participated each year.”
Phoenix crosses one ankle over his knee. “I’m abstaining this year. I’m not dating anyone right now.”
Remi frowns into his glass. “Things aren’t looking good for me at this point either, so I guess it’s up to Helix this year.” His eyes shift to my boyfriend who picks up my hand and kisses it.
“It’s up to my girl, of course. If she’s not in the mood, I guess the butt gods will frown upon the Hale brothers this Christmas season.”
“I think you’re all absurd,” I say, taking another swig of my drink. But I’ll be damned if I’m not thinking about taking Helix’s big dick up my back hole now.
“That’s it, baby. You have such a sweet little ass.”
I tilt my head back, letting my hair fall down my back as I ride Helix reverse cowgirl style. And yes, we’re having Christmas anal. Don’t judge… it’s a tradition.
“I love when you fuck my ass,” I groan, sinking down a little more while he wraps my hair around one hand and uses the other to slowly circle my clit.
