Page 89 of Carnival Mayhem

I finish with a final, deep thrust. I come hard, my body pulsing as I fill his ass. Groaning, I pull out, my body utterly spent.

Flora’s eyes are huge, a smile spreading across her lips. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

I grin, feeling a surge of pride. I love this—the three of us together. It’s not something I ever thought could work. You always expect some kind of jealousy, but I don’t feel anything but love for them.

Nash rolls onto his side, reaching for Flora’s hand. “I’ve never felt anything so good,” he breathes, his eyes half-closed. “Your pussy clenching around my cock while Colt fucks my ass... It’s my new favorite way of fucking.”

Flora’s cheeks are flushed, but she bites her lip with a playful smile. “You boys have ruined me for anyone else.”

“Of course, we have.” Nash’s voice is a soft contrast to the harsh words. “You’re ours, little bird. No one else will touch you in this lifetime.”

I take her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “We love you, Flora. You’re our girl.”

Her eyes shine with tears, and her lips tremble as she whispers, “I love you, too.”

Nash pulls her into a hug, and I join them, wrapping my arms around them. We stay like that for a long moment, relishing being together and whole.

39

FLORA

Winter sunlight streams through the trailer window, casting a golden glow across our bed. I wake cocooned in warmth between Nash and Colt. My heart flutters with anticipation—their wrapped presents, carefully chosen, are waiting under our small tree.

As I shift, Nash’s arm tightens around my waist, and Colt’s breath tickles my neck. They both stir at my movement, their bodies pressing against me, cocooning me in warmth and safety.

“Merry Christmas,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to Nash’s lips. His brown eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles.

“Merry Christmas, little bird,” he murmurs back.

Colt’s hand slides up my arm, and I twist to face him. “Merry Christmas,” he says, kissing my lips gently.

The two men exchange a tender kiss over my head, making my heart swell. This is everything I never dared dream of—safety, belonging, unconditional love. The carnival trailer may be small, but it’s more of a home than any foster house ever was.

“I have presents for you both,” I say, unable to contain my excitement.

Nash chuckles at my enthusiasm. “Eager to get up already?”

“The presents can wait,” Colt adds, pulling me closer.

But I’m too excited to stay still. This is my first real Christmas and a chance to give gifts to people I love. “Please? I want to see your faces when you open them.”

Their mock resistance crumbles at my pleading tone. They’ve never been able to deny me anything, not when it brings me joy, and I will wield that new-found superpower every chance I get.

“Alright,” Colt concedes with a smile. “Lead the way.”

I slip from between them, shivering slightly in just my matching crimson bra and panties. The trailer’s living area is chilly despite the small space heater humming in the corner. Nash and Colt follow in their briefs, their muscled forms casting long shadows in the early morning light.

Our Christmas tree sparkles with its ornaments. I drop beside it, reaching for the two carefully wrapped boxes I’ve hidden toward the back. My heart races as I hold them—these matching antique pocket watches are perfect.

“These are for you both,” I say, turning to present one to each of them. The boxes are wrapped in deep blue paper with silver ribbons—Nash’s favorite colors. My hands tremble slightly as I hold them out.

I watch them unwrap their gifts, my fingers twisting in my lap. The silver watches gleam in the morning light as they lift them from their boxes. My heart skips when I see their expressions soften.

“Turn them over,” I whisper.

They flip the watches in perfect sync. On the back of each, I had the shop engrave their initials intertwined with mine—a permanent token of our connection.

“Flora...” Nash’s voice is thick with emotion as he traces the delicate script.

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