Page 9 of Mistletoe Trio
“You make me so hard…”
He smiled and kissed me again.
I relaxed and let Declan take care of me. He was a magician when it came to my cock. He could read my expressions and knew by subtleties that I wasn’t aware of, exactly what I needed. Faster, slower, a twist at the end. He’d hold his thumb at the tip and press against the bundle of nerves right under the head. It only took a few minutes of him working me before I came all over his hand.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he murmured, stroking me through my orgasm.
Finally, I slumped bonelessly to the mattress while he grabbed a tissue and cleaned me. Then he tucked me into his arms.
“If you fall asleep in here,” he warned teasingly, “you’ll wake up with my cock in your ass.”
I yawned and snuggled deeper into his embrace. “Promise?”
He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “I take it that wasn’t the threat to make you go to your own room?”
I shook my head and ran my nose along his collarbone. “Sleeping next to you and waking up to you fucking me sounds like a great night.”
He tangled our legs together again. “Noted.” A moment of silence, then, “Feel better?”
I nodded. “I hate this limbo. I don’t want Jamie to fall for another alpha, but part of me wishes it would happen already.”
“I know…”
Chapter 7 - Jamie
~December~
“You’re late,” Camden laughed as I took a seat across from him.
I shrugged and made a point of looking at my watch. “Only because I had a hard time finding a parking spot. Why did you want to do brunch at a place that shares parking with a mall, when Christmas is only two weeks away? The lot is packed.”
“Seems to me that’s something you should have expected,” he replied with a smirk.
“Fuck you very much.”
He burst into laughter. “Speaking of fucking. How goes Operation Christmas Cock?”
I sighed and flipped him off.
“That good, huh?”
I ran a hand through my hair. “I’ve barely seen the inside of my apartment since Thanksgiving. I spend almost every free minute at their place. I keep looking for something—anything—that I might have missed and so far… nothing.”
“Yikes. So what’s your current tactic?”
“I’ve purposefully fallen asleep there several times. When they wake me up to tell me to go home, I argue that they should just sandwich me between them in a bed there.”
“How do they squirm out of that suggestion?” he asked. “Because that’s gotta be hilarious.”
“They blush bright red, get boners, and claim that I’m too tired to know what I’m saying. Then they promptly escort me back to my apartment, no matter how much I protest.”
Camden guffawed. “Should I get you a flag that reads ‘Fuck Me!!!’ for Christmas? You could wave it in their faces.”
“Ass,” I laughed. “I tried that, remember? Except it was a shirt.”
He shook his head. “It makes you wonder if they’re really interested in you.”
I leveled a stare at him.
