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The cool air hits my skin, but I’m immediately warmed by their gazes, their touches.
Carl’s mouth moves to my throat, placing open-mouthed kisses along my pulse point.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jake whispers in my ear, his hands skimming along my sides. His touch is electric, sending sparks through my entire body.
Ash’s fingers work at the clasp of my bra, and soon it joins my dress on the floor. Carl’s mouth moves lower, and I arch into him, my hands fisting in his silver hair. The contrast of his experienced touch and Jake’s playful exploration has me dizzy with sensation.
Jake’s lips find my shoulder blade, trailing kisses across my back while his hands explore my curves.
I can feel Ash’s eyes on me, watching every reaction, every gasp and moan that escapes my lips.
“Come here,” Ash says softly, his voice commanding yet gentle. I turn toward him, and he captures my mouth in a kiss that’s different from Carl’s, more controlled but no less passionate. His hands frame my face as he deepens the kiss, and I melt into him.
The firelight flickers across my bare skin, and I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but instead I feel powerful.
These three incredible men want me, and I want them just as desperately.
Jake moves to shed his own clothes, his movements quick and eager. Soon he’s pressing against my back again, skin to skin, and the sensation is overwhelming.
Carl follows suit, his clothes joining the growing pile on the floor.
Ash is the last to undress, his movements more deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine.
When he’s finally naked, I can’t help but admire all three of them.
Carl with his lean, experienced body marked by years of hockey.
Jake with his perfectly sculpted muscles and that cocky grin. Ash with his protective strength evident in every line of his frame.
Carl guides me down onto the soft rug, the firelight casting dancing shadows across our bodies.
The Christmas tree lights provide a soft, romantic backdrop as he positions himself above me.
His lips find mine again as he enters me slowly, carefully, and I gasp at the sensation.
“God, Trisha,” he breathes against my mouth, his control evident in every movement. He sets a steady rhythm, his experience showing in the way he reads my body, adjusting his angle until I’m crying out with pleasure.
Jake moves to my side, his mouth finding my breast while his hand tangles in my hair.
The dual sensations of Carl moving within me and Jake’s talented mouth have me writhing beneath them.
Ash watches from beside us, his hand stroking himself as he takes in the sight.
When Carl finally reaches his release, he collapses beside me, pulling me against his chest.
But Jake is already there, ready to take his place. His approach is different, more playful, more teasing.
He trails kisses down my body, taking his time to explore every inch of skin.
Jake grins up at me from between my thighs, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he says before his mouth finds me, and I arch off the rug with a cry of pleasure.
He takes his time, bringing me to the edge again and again before finally positioning himself above me.
When he enters me, it’s with a different energy than Carl, younger, more urgent, but no less skilled.
His movements are confident, practiced, and soon I’m lost in the rhythm he sets.
Ash moves closer, and I reach for him, my hand wrapping around his length.
