Page 42 of Puck the Halls
I brush her hair back off of her cheek. “Settle down. Crew and I have got this.”
Her breathing is frantic, her chest heaving up and down, her nipples scraping against my chest. But she nods and goes still.
“Such a good girl,” I tell her, still stroking her hair. “Such a good little slut following orders.”
Crew catches my eye over her shoulder and I nod. He pushes inside her ass and Dani stiffens, a gasp of guttural pleasure flying off of her lips.
“Oh, oh, yes. This is perfect.” She lifts her hand over my back, and I know what she’s doing. She’s lacing fingers with Michael. She wants that connection with the three of us, always.
Crew and I work together establishing a rhythm as we fuck her in tandem.
Danielle gasps and cries out her pleasure, her voice growing louder and louder. She’s shaking and shuddering as she screams, “More! More! Harder!”
Neither of us are going to argue with that. We both pick up the pace and drive deeper simultaneously, pounding her so hard she’s bouncing on the mattress.
I’m balls deep in her when she explodes, sobbing her way through an orgasm, a chant of “Yes, yes, yes,” falling off of her lips.
I love these moments when she completely loses herself in being fucked by her husbands. When the only thing that matters is the four of us in this room.
I can never get enough of pleasuring Danielle.
When she finally stops shuddering, I come hard, gripping her hip tightly, all my pent up frustration and fear and anger at myself releasing deep inside her cunt.
Crew pulls out and shoots cum onto her lower back, swearing as he does.
Then we all collapse onto the mattress.
I slide a finger down her cheek and murmur, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She smiles at me and tickles her fingers down my arm.
I give one last shudder.
Then I pass out, completely spent.
CHAPTER 11
Michael
“We should buya house here in Aspen.”
That is Nathan speaking, of course, massaging Dani’s shoulders as they stand in front of the wall of windows in our rental chalet. All it takes is one comment from Dani that she loves the mountain view and he’s suggesting we buy a house. Meaning, he would buy a house.
I’ve done well for myself in my career but I’m not in the buy-a-luxury-vacation-home-on-a-moments-notice territory.
Sitting on the couch sipping an old fashioned with the gas fireplace pumping out heat and the Christmas tree casting a soft glow onto the spacious room, I’m content to sit back and watch this play out. I know exactly how it will go. Crew will jump on the band wagon because he thinks just about everything is a great idea no matter how impractical. Then Dani will demure but then immediately cave.
Then it will be my job to point out how unrealistic buying a vacation home we’ll use once a year is.
Not that I mind. I relish my role of keeping my favorite people grounded and our family humming along. I’m good at it and I love all of them.
Nathan brings the big ideas, Crew the enthusiasm, and I rein them both in.
Dani is our reason, plain and simple.
“That’s a fantastic idea,” Crew says, right on cue. He moves over to the window to stand on the opposite side of Dani, putting his hand on the small of her back. “I’d forgotten how much I love to ski until we were out on the slopes today.”
“You almost had a career ending injury at least twice out there,” Nathan protests.
