Page 15 of Tinsel and Teasing

Making a royal, rolling motion with my hand, I bow, and say, “Okay,Princess, I believe it’s my turn to honor you with my cock. I promise to do so for more than four seconds.”

“Don’t use my nickname for her,” Knox says.

“Fine.”

Knox continues, “But damn, is that why you just jacked off? So you can last longer?”

No shame. I return to standing. “Hell yeah. I want to spend a lot more time inside of her than you guys did.”

Little Lady’s eyes are wide. “Did you really?”

I nod. “Don’t worry. I’m ready to go again.”

She pouts, “I wanted to watch.”

“I can make that happen, but right now, I need to be inside of you.”

She doesn’t understand that even though Knox used the royalty nickname, all of us are willing to bow down to her. I’d like to say I feel it more, that I’m the best for her, but I’d be lying. My brothers have never been so smitten with a woman.

There’s no way they’ll let me be the sole one to claim her unless that’s what she asks for. Which makes me wonder if she’s sampling us. Is there a possibility we won’t end up as a foursome?

“How do you want to do this?” she returns to her hurried, methodical demeanor.

“I’ll leave it up to you. It’s not often we have royalty in the house.”

She glances around, then looks at my erection, then at the kitchen counter.

“Would it gross to do it with me sitting on the counter?”

“It’s my house. And hell no, it wouldn’t gross me out.”

“All right. I’m so short, it lets me be taller. And my legs are kind of tired.”

“I can help.” My hands wrap around her waist as I gently lift her to the counter, keeping her close to the edge, so I can position my tip at her entrance.

Her eyes rake over me. I love it, don’t get me wrong. I can sense her hunger. But there’s something about the way she does it that feels disconnected, that she’s holding something back.

Or maybe that’s just the way I see it. Maybe she’s permitted herself to do whatever she wants, and maybe she doesn’t want forever. My chest tightens.

I stroke a thumb over her cheek, then across her lips. “Thank you for trusting us.”

“Thank you for buying me.” A hint of sass returns to her voice.

“I’m serious, Little Lady. You wanted to lose your virginity, and that’s fine. But if it’s at all possible, I don’t want this to end after tonight.” I’m a total failure at keeping the appearance of casual sex.

“Let’s not worry about the future.”

Why did her voice waver? I long for her to say she’ll accept us. It may be Christmas, but forget the Sugar Plums, visions of Isadora dance in my entire future.

Reining myself in, I recognize how she can be cautious. She’s standing here with three naked lumberjacks asking for eternity.

“Will you at least stay the night instead of just four hours?”

“If you guys keep doling out orgasms, I could be persuaded.”

“We can handle that.”

Then I remember I have to get on my social media in the morning. I’ve got one of those stupid drawings where I choose a woman’s name to write on a piece of wood and make lewd comments.

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