Page 51 of Four Firemen For Christmas

He scooted up in bed but made sure to leave his arm within my reach. “You don’t have to do that. We should be taking care of you today.”

“I don’t mind.” I wanted to do something for them, and I was hungry. Cooking breakfast solved both problems at the same time. “Is it okay if I use your kitchen?”

“Use anything you want, baby.” He threaded his fingers through my damp hair and eased his thumb over my cheek.

The sexual innuendo wasn’t lost on me, and I smirked at him while leaning forward and giving him a lingering kiss. “Come down and join me when you’re ready.”

“Me too?” Derek lifted his head from the bed and yawned. His erection tented the sheet covering his waist and he rubbed a hand over his swollen cock.

I yanked the sheet down and ran my tongue over his shaft from base to tip, then covered the head with my lips and sucked. When he cupped the back of my head and arched deeper into my mouth, I pulled back and smiled wickedly. “I’m hungry. Food first, and then we can climb on Henry’s table and fuck the rest of the day if that’s what everyone wants.”

Derek’s groan matched Alex’s, and they both rolled out of the bed and started throwing on clothes. Henry was the last to leave the bed, but he did it with a predatory grace that thrilled me.

“I’m going downstairs.” I backed toward the door before I changed my mind and ended up in bed all morning. My grumbling stomach demanded food. Especially if I wanted to fully enjoy hours of sex today.

Alex rolled his hips and winked at me. “I’m guessing this is not the downstairs you were talking about?”

“At the moment, no.” I held up a finger. “But later. We’ll do so many things later.” I turned and shook my ass at them. “Follow me to the kitchen.”

It didn’t take long for all five of us to converge on the kitchen. I pilfered Henry’s pantry until I found what I wanted. Pancake mix and syrup. Henry slapped bacon and eggs onto the counter and moved to the stove.

“I’ll cook.” I tried to nudge him aside, but Derek slipped up behind me and ran both hands down the front of my robe. He cupped my breasts and brushed his thumbs over my pebbled nipples.

Henry parted my robe and dipped his head to take a nipple in his mouth.

A ragged breath hissed through my teeth and my knees weakened. If this was their idea of waiting until later, then I didn’t know what I’d do when they wanted something right now.

Samuel pushed us away from the stove and began cooking while the others played. Alex joined our tight circle, untying the robe and letting it fall open. He palmed my mound and fingered my clit.

“I thought we were having breakfast,” I panted and moaned, grabbing Henry’s hair to keep him on my breast. His tongue rasped over my nipple, then moved to the other one. Derek’s hands were in my hair, rubbing and massaging my scalp and then down my neck.

“They are.” Samuel dropped bacon into the pan and jerked his head to the side. “Might want to move back a little.”

We were still close enough to the stove that popping grease was a potential problem.

Henry raised his head, and his glazed eyes were the last straw. But then he shook his head and closed my robe. “More of that later.”

Alex and Derek both retreated, leaving me breathless and wanting. I knew they’d make it up to me later. And I waited for that moment with hopeful anticipation.

The bare kitchen table attracted my attention. I tugged my robe tighter and tied the belt. Without their mouths and hands on me, I could finally think again. Breakfast first. A little conversation. “Henry, how long have you lived here?”

His face scrunched together, and he wobbled his head side to side. “Twenty-five years.”

Fuck. Longer than I’d been alive. I tried not to let the shock show on my face. I hadn’t thought much about Samuel and Henry’s ages. It had never mattered to me. What mattered was how they treated me. And they treated me like a queen. I’d be crazy to think about letting that go just because society would consider the age gap a problem. It wasn’t a problem for me. “It’s a nice house. Alex and Derek said they don’t decorate for Christmas. What about you?” I wasn’t sure why I asked. I wanted to get to know him, all of them, but I almost felt bad for them all giving up the celebration of decorating just because they were not home on Christmas day.

“I’m considering it,” Henry said.

Shock ran through the room. Samuel, Derek, and Alex all froze in place in varying states of cooking.

“You are?” Samuel asked.

Henry grunted. “Don’t read too much into it.”

Time for a distraction. “Alex, will you help me set the table?” I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the cabinets that lined the wall between the stove and refrigerator.

He came with me willingly and opened the last cabinet to reveal stacks of plates and saucers. “What did you mean? Last night? What did you mean about giving us up?”

His quiet voice drew me in more than I expected. I stopped in the middle of opening the next cabinet. Cold coursed through my veins. I tried to hide the discomfort the question caused. “It’s all a bit of fun, right?” I lifted a shoulder, trying to be casual. “I never expected it to be anything else. It’s not like the four of you are going to fall in love with me.” I forced out a scoff and ducked my head into the fluffy robe to keep him from seeing my expression.

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