Page 47 of Spirit Of Christmas

“Stop talking,” I answered. “Make me explode.”

He grinned and glided into me, slowly at first, his hardness rubbing me as he drove into me, filling me. Tatum’s mouth was on my neck, his tongue tracing a line across my collarbone. I shivered in their arms and glanced over at Leven, who sat on the couch, his hands on his dick, watching us, his mouth slightly parted as if out of breath.

With both men deep inside me, my breaths raced. Tatum held my waist while Jax gripped my ass. And they both moved in unison, in and out, their friction stroking me to high heaven. They sped up, faster and harder, thrusting into me. I cried out with pleasure, my whole body shuddering between them.

Sweat rolled down my back, and the real world vanished. Just the growing electricity between my legs mattered, the guys’ guttural grunts, and me feeling as if I were suspended in the air. I adored how much they stretched me open, the exhilarating ache that squeezed at my core. Tatum’s eyes were glued to my bouncing breasts. The heat grew within me, claiming me.

And in a heartbeat, everything within unleashed. A sudden and harsh orgasm ripped through me. I screamed and convulsed, my pussy and ass squeezing their cocks. The wave of arousal thrummed and shook me.

Inspired by my explosion, the men seemed to follow suit, and both growled, squeezing me tightly between them as they pulsed inside me. Both bodies were burning up, sandwiching me, our breaths and sweat merging.

If they were going to fuck me like this all the time, I might just die and be teleported to heaven. That sounded so dorky, but I didn’t care. Shit! I had three of the hunkiest men in the world who wanted to worship the ground I walked on. This was something I intended to cherish; I would keep all three for myself. I had no idea if that was frowned upon up here at the Workshop, but the guys were okay with sharing, so I had to assume it wouldn’t be an issue.

Jax drew out first, then Tatum after as they lowered me on shaky legs. “You’re so beautiful,” Tatum said. “And you’re ours.”

“I’m not finished yet,” Jax added and he lifted my hand before kissing my knuckles. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so secure, like I didn’t have to worry constantly. This was a new start for me on so many fronts, and I had every intention of making our new life successful. To ensure Britta was happy but still get her schooling. To find out how to be a Santa and still help Manuel manage the distillery. But I also no longer wanted to forget my past, so I planned to bring Dylan up here to visit me, to tell him the truth and hope he didn’t freak.

Tatum and Jax embraced me, and I turned to Leven on the couch, his hardness waiting for me like a lolliepop, and I smiled his way, then walked toward him, swinging my hips.

His grin was contagious.

Without a word, I kneeled between his legs while the other two men sat on either side of Leven. I somehow got the impression that they were insatiable and could easily have had a sex marathon for a week straight. Heck, I was open to try anything with them.

Leven cradled my chin and tilted my head back to face him. “Anything you want is yours.” He stared down at his enormous length and back at me, waggling his eyebrows.

I laughed. “Well, if I make it through Christmas, we’ll have a whole year to explore everything I want.” I blew him a smooch.

Jax chuckled and blurted out, “You think you’ll have nothing to do after Christmas?”

“What are you talking about?” I glanced over to him.

“Your job as Santa extends far beyond just this festive season, gorgeous,” Leven added. “Valentine’s Day and Easter are just around the corner and they also fall under your responsibility.”

My head spun. “What the hell does that mean?” I couldn’t begin to comprehend what they were talking about. That overwhelming feeling pressed down on my shoulders at taking on more than Christmas. I didn’t even know what that required.

Tatum cleared his throat and pushed a strand of hair off my face. “Don’t worry about that now. Tonight is our time to celebrate your new life.”

So many questions buzzed through my mind like persistent mosquitos on a balmy night. I couldn’t work out what Santa Claus had to do with the other holidays, but I also didn’t want to let uncertainty come between me and these men having the best time. I’d done that for too long, and I needed a fresh start.

“This is your home now,” Leven said.

And he was right. I’d met three men who reminded me that not everyone in the world wanted to hurt Britta and me. Wonderful people existed in the world, and I’d met a few in my life.

“Thank you,” was all I said. “And be prepared to spend a lot of time with me, when I can fit you in.” I smirked and laughed.

Jax nodded his head, grinning widely, fist-pumping the air.

I turned to Leven and stared down at the hardness waiting for me. So I offered him my sexiest grin and lowered my mouth over his shaft.

He groaned, reclining against the couch, his hand in my hair. I inched my lips over him, taking him as deeply as my mouth allowed. I flicked him all over with my tongue, my mouth flooding with the sweetest taste of cherry candy canes.

I sucked him hard as I pulled off him. “Holy fuck, Leven. Your lips and your cock tastes like candy!” My gaze settled on the other two, sitting there with their cocks erect and ready. Yep, I was the luckiest woman in the world!

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