Page 95 of Bonded By Christmas
It sounds so bad, but I don’t want that kind of responsibility. I enjoy splitting my days between volunteering at the animal shelter and going with them to the warehouse. In no way did I truly want to run a whole business, but I’ve learned there’s very little in the world that my guys won’t give me.
They even agreed to have vasectomies so I didn’t have to get my tubes tied. It was a much less invasive surgery, and I took excellent care of them while they recuperated…
Even if they were big, giant babies.
Except Grim.
That man never once complained, and it only made me love him even more.
Wilder growls into the kiss, dragging his teeth over my lower lip. It sends a pulse through the bond that echoes in my very empty pussy.
“Mmm, now this is the stuff I really want pictures of,” Callum says, sending his desire through the bond.
Grim slides his hand down my middle. He gets to my sex and applies pressure to my clit with eerie precision.
I groan against Wilder’s lips, and my insides light up. I really fucking love it when all three of them rock my world at once.
We started this tradition last Christmas Eve, and I’ll insist upon it until we’re all too old to run without walkers or canes.
My tits bounce as I bolt up one of the staircases. Only Callum took the other, and he’s now halfway up.
I freeze in my tracks, leaning against the banister. “You’ll never catch me from over there.”
“You can’t stay there forever. You’re eventually going to have to decide…” He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “Which one is it, dirty girl?Up or down?”
Dammit.
He’s right.
I either have to continue my path up the stairs, or I have to go back down again. No matter which direction I choose, he’ll be on me within a few feet.
Jabbing a finger over the banister, I say, “If you have any decency, you’ll count to ten. I’m not ready for this to be over.” I wink, taking off the way I came.
It really is an unfair advantage that they can smell me before they even see me. Not to mention, the bond kinda gives it away.
“You’re lucky that I love your sexy little ass.” Callum’s dangerous laugh fills the air as I hit the first-floor landing and weave through the archway to get to the living room.
“Love you too, but for the record, you just got played.” I have a vague plan to dart through the kitchen, take the hallway by the garage to the back stairs, and access the second floor that way.
Only, I don’t make it three feet into the living room before I’m yanked back. My nostrils flare, and Grim’s cigar smoke and leather scent hits my nose.
My body aches to melt into his hold, but he means business, tugging me by my hair and pinning my front to the nearby wall. He pulls my head back at an awkward angle and simultaneously slides a hand down my front, pinching my clit between his fingers.
“I love you so fucking much, little one,” he growls, licking over his bondmark on my neck. “Already slick? Is that because you know the three of us are going to lick, tease, and use every inch of your tight little body?” He circles my swollen nub, and I shove my ass against his thighs.
The height difference is a pain in the ass sometimes, but my body hums, desperate for exactly what he taunted me with.
“Not even fighting me. You must be desperate to get fucked,” he growls against my throat.
Oh, yeah.
I’m supposed to be struggling.
I throw my head back against his shoulder, but it’s pretty much useless. Grim could keep me in place with one hand. My palms land on the wall, and I shove with all my might.
A low, throaty laugh spills from his lips, and he kisses my cheek.
“All right. I don’t want to stall the fun when it’s just ramping up, but know that next time I catch you…” He growls, making goose bumps erupt on my skin. “Let’s just say, we’ll both enjoy it.”
