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“It’s our—your—signature flavor,” he protests. “There will be strawberries present at every meal we host from here to forever.” He leans in and nuzzles my ear. “You wouldn’t want to deny me something that reminds me of how sweet and delicious you taste, do you?”

I shiver, instantly aroused, and glance around to make sure no one has heard him. While I am proud to be on the arm of all three of my boyfriends, I don’t need everyone at our friends and family Thanksgiving to hear details of our sex life.

In that way, I’m still shy. In private? There is nothing shy about me when I’m alone with my three gorgeous men.

“Of course not,” I tell him. “But don’t be offended if no one touches it. Pumpkin has a lock on this holiday.”

“Pumpkin is disgusting,” Kane comments as he comes up behind the two of us and runs his hand along the curve of my ass briefly. “I can’t be the only person who feels that way.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Benjamin says. “If no one eats it, more for us tomorrow with our leftovers.”

“We do have enough food for fifty people,” Dash comments, joining us as his eyes scan the dessert table laden with pies and pumpkin rolls and whipped cream. “Whipped cream,” he murmurs, his voice going deeper.

His hand reaches for mine.

With Benjamin on my left, Dash on my right, and Kane behind me, it’s the now-familiar feeling of being cocooned by devoted and loving men.

Who are always only one glance or touch away from pleasuring me until my eyes cross.

My nipples are already tightening, my breath catching. My pussy is instantly aching.

But there’s no time for this particular brand of fun right now.

“We can’t all be at the dessert table,” I tell them in amusement. “We have guests we need to entertain.”

This is our first holiday together and I wanted to host a big friend and family gathering. The guys were all just as happy to spend the day with everyone who is so important to us. We want them all to meet each other, mingle, and celebrate our new and incredible relationship.

“She’s right,” Benjamin says, straightening his tie. “Split up and make everyone comfortable. Offer drinks as you go.”

Kane harassed him endlessly about wearing a suit at home but Benjamin insisted he wanted to make a good impression on my parents. I tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary but he was adamant and frankly I find it adorable.

This is really the first opportunity we’ve had to spend time with my parents other than a night they came to Willow Bay to watch Kane and Dash play for the Mutts and one other night we all went to dinner together.

To see them working so hard to normalize our poly relationship amongst their own friends and acquaintances has really made me appreciate them all over again.

“What did you say, have a drink?” Kane says with a grin.

But he claps Benjamin on the back. “I’ll go see to our parents. You get in there with Abby’s and suck up even harder than you already have.”

Benjamin glares at his brother. “I’m not sucking up. I’m being…”

“A suck up.”

“Stop teasing him,” I tell Kane. “I think it’s sweet.”

I also think it’s because my father is a bit in awe of Dash and Kane playing professional hockey and he seems quite comfortable talking to them. He and Benjamin have had more stilted conversations, even when they both try really hard. I think it will just take time.

I turn and cup Benjamin’s cheek. I go on tiptoes and kiss him gently. “I love how much you want to be a family with my family. You’re incredible.”

His expression softens immediately. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am.”

He heads over to my parents, who are ensconced on the sofa with Magda Litwinski. My former neighbor was thrilled to get the invitation to our Thanksgiving.

“I needed a lively shindig,” she had told me. “And the distraction.”

She’s scheduled for a knee replacement in a week and the doctors made her quit smoking in preparation. Magda going cold turkey off of nicotine has been…interesting.