Page 66 of Sinners Keepers
I was already a bit sore from our earlier escapades, but I loved it feeling them long after they were gone from my body. I pulled open the drawer of my nightstand and took out a bottle of anal lube and a plug. I wanted to be ready for whatever they threw at me today, because I had an inkling that this was about to be my kinkiest Christmas ever.
Idressed, clasped my necklace in place,and made my way downstairs to the guys, excited to get the day started. In the kitchen, Law had whipped up a full spread Christmas brunch. I snuck in behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist just as he cut off the gas stovetop and plated the last pieces of bacon.
“Mmm, the cinnamon rolls smell delicious,” I said, nuzzling my face into his back.
His large hand covered mine just long enough for him to finish what he was doing, then he turned around and held me at arms length. His eyes raked over me before he spun me, walked me forward, and bent me over the kitchen island.
The countertop was cold and it seeped into me, chilling me to the bone.
“You think you can waltz downstairs wearing this little getup and go on about your day as normal?” he asked. His calloused palm scraped over my thigh and up the curve of my ass. The back of my little getup was flyaway, so I was completely bare to him.
I heard soft footsteps tacking across the tile floor and tilted my face to find Alec and Ijah pulling out barstools and taking their seats for a frontrow show.
My skin heated, and I felt so small surrounded by the three of them.
Law’s thumb nudged at the plug in my ass. “Our good girl, always so ready for us,” he said, undoing his zipper.
He rubbed the hot head of his cock against my entrance and leaned over me, murmuring in my ear, “How are you always so fucking wet?” he asked, sliding into me an inch at a time.
“It’s hard not to be when you have me splayed out like this and the three of you are looking at me likeI’mChristmas brunch,” I responded.
“Maybe you are,” he said, thrusting into me one hard time, prying anmmphfrom my mouth.
He fucked me roughly but slowly, my hipbones grinding into the edge of the countertop each time he drove into me. He pounded me to the brink of an orgasm, and I hadn’t thought I could come from penetration alone. I wasright there, when he jerked shakily, filling me up.
He pulled out of me and I wanted to scream. I knew this was a game they were playing, and the reward I would get for winning at it would be well worth the wait, butUGH.
I wasverytempted to just make myself come, but more than I wanted to come I wantedthemto make me come.Together. Merry fucking Christmas to me.Sigh.
I climbed onto the stool next to Ijah and leaned over, laying my head on his shoulder as Law made my plate for me. I was flustered, and when he slid it across the counter to me, he just smiled at me with a smug fucking look on his face.
Law’s cinnamon rolls were the best I’d ever had, and while I very easily could have kept my ass sat at the island finishing off the pan of them, I resisted. There was a spark of anticipation filtering throughout the room. We were almost as bad as kids on Christmas morning.
I excused myself to go get cleaned up—again—while the boys cleared away our plates. It probably wouldn’t be very much appreciated if I put on sweatpants like I wanted to, but I was cold, so I threw on a thick robe over the lingerie I was wearing and headed back downstairs.
They were all waiting for me in the living room now, each of them sitting on the floor with a present in their lap looking giddy as ever, practically bouncing.
A frown formed on Alec’s face. “Why’d you cover it up?” he pouted.
I really struggled not to roll my eyes at him. He was adorable. “I’m cold, babe,” I said, taking a seat next to him.
“Fine,” he said, shoving a small wrapped box into my lap. “Open mine first.”
I peeled the shiny green paper away from the box, a little befuddled at what I found inside. “A DNA test?” I asked.
“Yeah. A lot of people find their families with these things. I thought, you know, if you ever wanted to know… you’d have the option.” He seemed like he was worried it may not have been the best idea, but once I understood why he’d gifted it to me, my heart melted. I wasn’t sure I was ready to find out who my real dad was, or if I ever wanted to know, but just knowing I had the option was nice.
I pulled him in for a kiss, “Thank you. This is so very thoughtful of you.”
He grinned down at me, then Law slid a huge box across the floor toward me.
I eyed it, wondering what the fuck could be inside.
“Open it,” he said.
And when I did, my mouth fell open, “You’re not serious.”
“I very much am,” he said, crawling across the floor to smack a kiss on my cheek. “I have just the perfect spot for it in the kitchen.
