Page 132 of Holiday Hostage
I rolled my hips and took him deep, drawing out a hiss from Tarron as his pupils shot wide. Grinning, I pulled myself off him and did it again. “I found something you like.”
“You did.” His nostrils flared when I did it a third time. “I like watching you discover new things about us and about yourself.”
I took my time riding him, letting my body move instinctively and watching Tarron.
He didn’t try to take control but let me set the pace.
After having Mav and Reed inside me and coming three times today, I should be satisfied, but I wouldn’t be until Tarron found his release.
Until we found one together.
Even when I had sex with them separately, I loved having the others with us.
Tarron angled our bodies so he could nuzzle my breasts. He sucked a nipple, then rolled it between his teeth, being careful not to hurt me.
I quickened my pace, rising onto my knees and dropping onto his cock.
“Forever isn’t going to be long enough. I never want to leave this bed. I want to ride you and have you ride me, until none of us can breathe. I want to feel all of you inside me at the same time, and enjoy times like this where you take turns loving me. What we have is precious. It’s beautiful.”
My head fell back as the familiar sensation rolled up my spine. “I’m coming, Tarron. You feel incredible inside me. I never want it to end, but I don’t have any choice.”
He shifted his attention to the other nipple. “It’s okay, Payton. Come for us again. We’ll eat dinner, then start all over.”
His cock tightened and his hips bucked up to meet mine as he came the instant I did.
Slick with sweat, I collapsed onto his chest.
The sheets smelled like sex…like us.
I snuggled into the crook of his arm, his cock still inside me, and patted his chest. “You mentioned dinner?”
His rumbling laugh rattled my eardrum. “It’s being delivered.” His phone pinged.
Reed checked the screen and hopped off the bed.
“It’s here. I’ll grab it and bring it in here. I don’t think we’ll be leaving this room for a while.
EPILOGUE: PAYTON
The Christmas tree shone bright against the soft beige walls, the luminescent bulbs twinkling in a steady cascade that drew my eyes to the shatterproof ornaments we’d spent an entire day placing on the tree.
To my shock, all three of my burly ex-soldiers had a sentimental side.
When I’d mentioned ornaments for the tree, they’d ducked their heads, shuffled their feet, and admitted they had a few they’d collected since they were kids.
I’d fallen even harder in love with them when they pulled out wooden boxes full of handmade ornaments from their childhoods.
The mix of old and new on the tree limbs brought a rush of nostalgia and dreams for our futures.
I skimmed my fingers over the branches and tapped one of the silver bells from Reed’s stash of ornaments.
His creativity had made a huge appearance six months ago when we decided to redo the entire apartment before our daughter’s arrival.
Mav liked a simplistic style, and Reed liked a bit more flamboyance.
Tarron was in between, with an eye for functional but pleasing lines and colors.
What had been a stark and militaristic apartment turned into a home full of life and color.
