Page 19 of Gifted to The Billionaires

“Ivy…” he says cautiously. “Love, they’re married. This isn’t—”

“It is,” I snap, refusing to let him continue. “Whatever you’re thinking, you’re wrong. Cal and I love her too. You really shouldn’t be surprised. Not loving Ivy is like trying to breathe without air. It’s impossible.”

Brett turns his head to Callahan, finding him nodding along to my words.

He straightens but his expression begins to soften. “How long?”

“Forever for me,” Ivy admits. “Since the second I saw them.”

Cal smiles at our girl, proud of her brave words.

“It was slower for us,” I explain gently. “We liked Ivy of course, but she was so young, we didn’t think about her like this for at least the first year.”

Cal clears his throat, adding, “And when we realized we were mad for her, we knew we’d need to wait. She needed to experience life more before we came in and stole her away. She needed time even if none of us wanted it.”

“Dark hair and hazel eyes,” Brett mutters. “Herdark hair and hazel eyes.”

I wish Brett never got that information out of us while we were drinking years ago, but I can’t. It’s the thing that led Ivy to come to us herself. We probably wouldn’t have made a move for another few months. Now we have her sooner.

“Only her,” Cal confirms. “We stopped looking for a woman four years ago before we even met Ivy. No one made us feel the way we craved. No one until her.”

Brett hesitates for a minute before shaking his head. “I have to go.”

Ivy shakes her head. “Brett—”

“I’m not—” He wipes a hand down his face. “I’m not mad, I’m going to wash my fucking eyeballs out with bleach.”

Hope lights up in Ivy’s eyes at her brother’s dark humor.

“And then… I guess I have to come back here and hear the next chapter in my favorite love story.” His face twists. “Spare the dirty details this time around.”

Cal grins. “You got it.”

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Callahan

Ivy took a little bit to calm down after the stress of being discovered unprepared. But once she’s better, she leaps into action. We get her dressed in the clothes she brought with her, and she starts whipping up food with Nik for an early Christmas dinner. The two of them are magic in the kitchen.

Christmas dinner is an awkward affair, to say the least. Brett winces every time Nik and I kiss, touch, or get too close to his sister, but he doesn’t outwardly object. It's a bit uncomfortable, but I know he’ll eventually adjust.

We exchange gifts as well. Brett gives Ivy a new bracelet that comes with a matching collar for Gouda. He doesn’t give us anything, and we don’t talk about that. His gift may not have gone the way he planned, but he accidentally set up the greatest present in the history of presents. But it’s too soon to joke about that, I imagine.

Ivy gets some clothes from Nik and the new glassware she’s been dreaming about from me. Much more thoughtful than the vacation we got for Brett. We set up a non-refundable two-week trip for him every year. He won’t take any vacation time otherwise, and the manneedsit. He always comes back happier, so we keep doing it.

I know he doesn’t notice it, because it’s subtle, but Nik has been teasing Ivy all evening. He’s brushing her legs, grazing her every time he passes by. Luckily for them, our friend doesn’t try to stay long. He’s smart enough to know new couples need alone time. And he’s a homebody. He likely wants to go home and do whatever it is he does that keeps him so entertained.Maybe he’s actually getting laid for once.

As soon as Brett is out the door, Nik and Ivy are going at it. They paw and claw at each other, stripping down to their naked forms. He gets her on her back under the tree in seconds.

“Need to fuck you here,” he tells her, kissing her breasts. “Been thinking about it since last night—since you wrapped yourself up for us.”

“Get inside me,” Ivy demands, wrapping her thighs around Nik’s hips and locking them behind his back. She squeezes him so hard that I can see her muscles tightening.

“Your wish, my command,” he drawls, lining up at her entrance. He slides home with one thrust, and a high-pitched whine bursts from our girl’s lips.

They waste no time, rocking together, hungry for each other. Ivy’s gorgeous tits are shaking up and down as she’s splayed out beneath him, taking every thrust he has to offer. Her big hazel eyes are hooded with blown pupils, that silky black and green hair of hers in wild waves around her shoulders and chest.

I pull my stiff cock out, starting to touch myself while they go at it.

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