Her Best Men

“Such a good girl for us,” Rowan said. “So beautiful and so willing.”

I whimpered at his words. My climax still shook my body while Blake buried himself into me time and time again.

I panted and moaned. Grunted and whimpered. Blake’s cock grew to epic proportions, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. He was like a wild animal, chasing his high while my body burned for every single part of him. Then, when he finally reached his end, he wrapped his hand in my hair, tugged me back, and enveloped my lips in a kiss.

He flooded my pussy with his hot come, rendering me breathless with his kiss before we both collapsed onto the bed.

My head was in Rowan’s lap while Blake was on my back. We were all panting, trying desperately to catch our breath. I felt two of the brothers snake their hands within mine, interlocking our fingers while my eyes fluttered shut. All I wanted to do was bask in this moment. Drink it all in before I had to wake up and get back to reality.

If only every day could be like this. That would be the ultimate Christmas gift.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - OWEN

I ended up sleeping on our bullshit couch last night because I didn’t want to force Kyra to share my bed with me while we slept. Chance had plopped her down into my room for the fun festivities and, by the time we were all ready to gather ourselves, she was asleep. I knew she was still struggling with all this and trying not to play favorites, so I parked my ass on the couch for the night instead of trying to snuggle against her.

And fuck, my back hurt from the lumpy couch.

I got up and stretched, popping my back before I cracked my neck. The sun wasn’t quite above the trees yet and there was still a hushed calm over the mountain we lived on. I rose from the couch in nothing but my pajama pants and headed for the kitchen, ready to tame the appetite I’d worked up last night.

I was surprised to find Kyra in there, making a ton of pancakes in the shape of Christmas trees.

She looked over at me and smiled, the marks from last night glistening against her skin. She had on a shirt that was draped off her shoulder, covering just enough for me to salivate for more. She had on knee-high socks and her long blonde hair was flowing down her back. She looked absolutely radiant standing in that kitchen on Christmas morning.

“Merry Christmas,” she said, grinning.

I walked over to her and gave her a hug but she quickly turned into my body. Her hands fluttered up my abs, shivering my spine before she locked her hands around my neck. Her eyes were darkened, coursing with the sexual energy I could feel pulsing between us.

I captured her lips with mine, allowing our tongues to caress each other’s while she set my blood on fire.

I picked her up without hesitation and sat her on the edge of the counter. Her knees parted for my body, accepting the whole of me as my lips trailed down her neck. Her scent and her giggle were all the Christmas gift I needed and, suddenly, I wanted to unwrap her body and fuck her right here on this kitchen counter.

“Your beard tickles,” she said, giggling.

“And you taste good,” I said.

“Could you set the table for breakfast? I’m almost done.”

I gave her skin one last kiss, watching as goosebumps puckered up her skin before I relented.

I set the table for all of us to eat and, one by one, my brothers wandered down. They all stopped and admired Kyra while she whipped around the kitchen. Then, one by one, Kyra allowed them to kiss her after our night of passion. I watched all the brothers hold her, kiss her, and dote on how beautiful she looked and tell her she was the only present they’d ever need. And for some reason, I felt content. There was no jealousy and there was no anger. There was simply all of us gathered together.

It felt like home and I couldn’t have been happier.

When we all got along, I held out hope that we could all find some way to work things out with Kyra. Even though she was showing us this affection, it was still clear she hadn’t made a decision. I watched as Harper put on a pot of coffee and Blake brought out all the condiments we’d need for breakfast and, all the while, we all kept stealing glances at her.

Kyra. Our Tinkerbell.

What we all needed was a Christmas miracle. Something to let us know that the present we had planned for tonight wasn’t going to blow up in our faces. The affection this morning was a start but I could see the nerves permeating Harper’s gaze as he sat down across from me.

I wanted to reassure him this would all work out but the honest to fuck truth was I really didn’t know if it would.

“All right, you guys,” she said as she set the pancakes down on the table. “I want to head out to the hospital soon. But before I do, I have something for each of you.”

We all watched her in silent confusion as she backtracked into the living room.

“Does anyone know what she’s about to do?” Ethan asked.

“Does anyone know if she’s made a decision yet?” Harper asked.