Page 84 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
Ever since that night when Roman and I finally stopped pretending the tension between us was anything less than love, it’s like all that old pain just vanished. Every kiss, every possessive graze of his fingers, is as intense and raw as what he gives Jasper and Zeke. I get the same hungry, desperate affection that leaves my skin buzzing and makes me feel more wanted than I ever thought possible.
“Merry Christmas,” I mutter against Roman’s jaw, my lipsdragging over the stubble on his skin before I catch his mouth in a sleepy kiss. I roll over to face Zeke, grazing my mouth over his, teasing him awake. He starts to stir beneath me, lips parting, his tongue lazy as it licks into my mouth.
Jasper’s arm reaches across Roman’s chest, where he spent the night glued to his back, and I slip my fingers between his, squeezing tight.
“Can we get up and do gifts? I’ve been itching my ass off to give Addie hers.”
“What is it?” I ask, and the second Jasper opens his mouth, Roman’s already twisting and pinning him to the mattress with one arm braced beside his head and his knee pressed between his legs.
“Do I need to keep your mouth busy just to keep it shut?”
“Are you threatening me or making a promise, Captain?” Jasper fires back, cocky as ever, and Roman shuts him up with a kiss.
Zeke slides his arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest. “Ready for your gift, beautiful?”
I laugh, brushing his messy dark hair back from his face. “Pretty sure nothing will beat waking up between you three.”
“Oh, this is going to make you so fucking needy for us, angel,” Jasper says, still laughing as Roman climbs off him and drags him out of bed by the wrist.
Zeke flips me on top of him, his big hands grabbing my ass as he pulls me down for a kiss.
“Love you,” I whisper against his mouth.
He flashes that devastating grin, then rises to his feet, hauling me up with my legs still cinched around his waist. He carries me from the bedroom, one arm under my ass, the other wrapped securely around my back, holding me tight against his chest.
The living room is glowing with warm, twinkling lights. Theywaited for me to get here before decorating their place—well, our place now, since they refuse to let me call it anything else. Every time I slip and say “your apartment” or “your couch,” they’re quick to correct me. And god, did they romance me. Christmas music was playing, champagne was poured, and the three of them pulled me into the middle of their world while Zeke and I hung ornaments side by side, laughing while Jasper and Roman watched. It ended the only way it could with us—me wrapped up in a mess of Christmas lights, wrists bound and body on offer, while each of them took turns teasing, playing, and worshipping me. Their hands were on my thighs, while their mouths were between them, using me in the most devastatingly delicious way.
Like I said, best decision ever.
Zeke lowers me into Jasper’s arms when we reach the tree, settling me into his lap. He wraps his arms around my waist, and his chin hooks over my shoulder like he has no intention of letting me go. At the same time, Zeke moves behind Roman, curling himself around him and pressing gentle kisses along his shoulder.
We pass around gifts like we’ve been doing this forever, and somehow, it’s effortless. My gifts are a mix of everything I love—books I’ve been dying to read, impossibly soft lingerie of all different colors, and a pair of delicate, angel wing earrings.
Roman leans forward and places one last box in my lap. It’s smaller than the rest, wrapped in plain black paper and tied with a strip of red velvet, and I know the second I touch it, whatever this is, it matters.
“Before you open this, baby, I need you to know that whatever you feel, or any reaction you have, it’s absolutely okay,” Roman says.
“That’s… honestly a little terrifying,” I admit, glancing at him before I start on the ribbon. When I look up, three sets of eyes are locked on me. “Are you all okay?”
“You’re killing me, baby. Just open it!” Jasper blurts, practically bouncing in place beside me now. I lift the lid and see a set of keys nestled inside. Not keys to this place—they already gave me those the second we walked out of the rink after their game.
“What are these for?” I ask, turning the keys over in my hand.
“They’re for a building,” Roman answers, watching me closely.
“A building?”
“Your building,” Jasper cuts in, grinning so wide it nearly splits his face in half. “It’s yours to do whatever the hell you want with.”
“We know how much you loved your bookstore and how hard it was to give it up to be with us. So if you want to recreate it here, you can. If you want to do something completely different with it, then do that. And if you’re not ready and don’t want to do anything with it right now, it’ll sit there until you know. We just want you to be happy and to have the life you always dreamed of.” My throat tightens at Zeke’s words, and my eyes fill with tears.
Jasper leans in and gently swipes his thumb under my eye, catching the tear as it falls. “Are these happy tears, angel?” I nod, then throw myself into all three of them, arms around shoulders and necks, buried into what has to be the best hug on earth.
“I don’t know how to thank you. I never… I could never have expected this.” My voice cracks as I shake my head, still in disbelief, and my boys hold me tighter. “Thank you so much.”
Roman grabs his phone and pulls up photos of the building, the location, and even a list of designers he’s already saved for me so I can have the best of everything when I’m ready. I have no idea what I did to deserve this kind of love, but I know I’ll never let it go.
“Who wants breakfast?” Jasper asks, but before anyone can answer, Zeke tugs me into his lap, lips brushing my ear.
