Page 38 of Wrapped Up with the Three Scrooges

“Levi doesn’t own the nickname.” Ronan’s fingers flexed on my waist, and the possessive note in his voice sent a thrilling ripple through me.

“You’re still shivering.” Max’s chest felt like it was rumbling behind me.

“That’s not from the cold,” I admitted before I could stop myself, then immediately wanted to die of embarrassment. “I mean…”

“We know what you mean.” Ronan’s hand left my waist to brush a strand of hair from my face. The simple touch sent electricity crackling through me.

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, and I held my breath, caught between them like a Christmaswish I hadn’t dared to make. The fire popped loudly, making me jump slightly, pressing back against Max’s chest.

Ronan’s eyes darkened further as he watched us. For a moment, I thought one of them might kiss me… or maybe both of them.

The moment stretched between us like a glowing thread of Christmas lights, making my skin tingle everywhere they touched me.

I realized then that I wanted this. I wantedthemand so I grabbed onto the front of Ronan’s shirt and kissed him.

Chapter Eighteen

Emery

Ronan’s lips were unyielding at first, but they softened quickly, parting to allow me in. His hands gripped my waist tighter, pulling me against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a hunger that matched my own.

Behind me, Max let out a low groan, his hands sliding down to my hips, pulling me back against him. I could feel the hard length of him through his jeans, and I gasped into Ronan’s mouth, breaking our kiss. Ronan’s lips trailed down to my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there, making me shiver.

“Is this what you want, Emery?” Max murmured in my ear, his voice a low rumble. “Both of us? Because if it isn’t, you need to tell us.”

I nodded, my breath coming in quick pants as Ronan’s teeth grazed my collarbone. “Yes. I want this. I want both of you.”

Max’s hands slid up under my shirt, his fingers tracing the line of my spine before unclasping my bra with practiced ease. “Good, because I want to fuck you while you suck Ronan’s cock. I want to feel you come around me while he fucks that pretty mouth of yours.”

His words sent a shock of desire through me, so intense it made my knees weak. Ronan’s hands steadied me, his mouth finding mine again in a hungry kiss. I reached down, cupping his hard length through his jeans. He groaned into my mouth, his hips bucking against my hand.

Max’s hands slid around to my front, cupping my breasts through my bra, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I gasped, arching into his touch, breaking my kiss with Ronan. Max’s lips found my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there, making me moan.

“You like that, don’t you?” Max murmured against my skin. “You like the idea of being fucked by both of us. Of being filled completely.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes.”

Ronan’s hands moved to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. My bra followed quickly, tossed aside without care. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me, topless and flushed, pressed against Max’s chest.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Ronan reached out, cupping my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples.

Max unbuttoned my jeans before sliding them down my hips, taking my underwear with them. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside, leaving me completely naked between the two of them.

Ronan’s hands moved to his own shirt, pulling it off quickly before reaching for his jeans. I watched as he pushed them down, his cock springing free, hard and ready. I reachedout, wrapping my hand around him, stroking him slowly. He groaned, his hips bucking into my touch.

Behind me, I heard the rustle of fabric as Max undressed, the crinkling of a wrapper, then felt the heat of his body against mine as he pressed against me, his cock hard against my back. His hands slid down to my hips, gripping them tightly as he ground against me.

“I need to be inside you,” Max growled in my ear. “I need to feel that tight pussy of yours gripping my cock.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Please, Max. Fuck me.”

“Then get on your knees.” Max’s command made my pussy clench, and I did as he asked, dropping to the plush area rug.

Ronan’s hand gripped my hair, tugging gently as he guided my head toward his cock. His shaft was thick and long, throbbing with desire as it pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth wide, taking him in carefully and savoring the taste of him.

Max dropped to his knees behind me and slid his hand down my stomach until he got to the apex of my thighs. He found my clit and rubbed circles around it, making me moan softly around Ronan’s cock.

“That’s it. So wet and ready to have my cock fill you.” Max’s voice was rough with lust.

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