Page 46 of The Santas Who Stole Me

I want to throw my knife at the fucker for turning into a romantic loon, but I let it go. Eyes on the prize. I need them to agree to letting her be my wife, and stabbing Zeke will not make her more agreeable.

“Then I’m all in. Babies, wife if you each want that with me. I’m not picking one of you though, don’t ask me to do that. I’ll agree to have the first baby with Keeper, but what if I’m already pregnant?”

“It’s unlikely with the timing of your cycle. Doesn’t matter, the first baby is still mine. But I will do everything I can to fill your belly, Georgie. The rest of you wrap up until she’s pregnant.”

“Agreed if you do the same when it’s my turn to have a baby.” Zeke tilts his head, studying Keeper for lies.

He must not find any, and Keeper quickly replies, “Obviously, agreed.”

I don’t think it will be long before she becomes pregnant, and I can sink into her the way I like without anything between us. Keeper better do it quickly though.

“I’ll agree to rotating beds if group sleep is in the weekly rotation,” Georgie adds.

“Marriage?” Zeke asks again.

My heart pulls. Despite her words, I’m still worried she’s going to pick Keep. He was the first Santa to steal her after all.

“We can each ask her. I will find a way to get Lee to make it legal, kitten.”

The grin across her face is the biggest I’ve ever seen, and I squeeze her tiny waist.

“Deal.” Zeke spits on his hand and puts it out in front of Georgie. Her nose wrinkles looking at it, and I laugh.

“Cookie, I spit in your ass yesterday morning and you weren’t making that face.” A pinkish red shade cuts across her cheekbone, and I decide it’s my new favorite color.

Keeper lets out a tsking sound at her blush but stays silent about how my girl likes it dirty. Keeper makes his way around the desk, spitting in his hand and placing it next to Zeke’s, and mine follows. “Spit shake Georgie, and I promise to show the guys how you like it to run down your pussy.”

She shivers and does as we request. I shake hands with Zeke, she shakes with Keeper, and then we switch.

“It’s a done deal now, kitten. You’re ours,” Keeper says before he hauls her off me, lays her out on his desk, and pulls her legs apart. Zeke gets her undressed, and they turn to me, waiting for me to keep my promise to my girl, our girl.

“I made several promises, Georgia, so spread those legs so I can start delivering. Seriously, you have the most perfect pussy. I thought your cheeks were my favorite color pink, but it’s definitely these lips.” I run two fingers down her center. She doesn’t need our spit, but no one complains about too much lube. I lean over and roughly spit right at the top of her slit. It makes her lips glisten in the reflection of the lamp light Keeper has on his desk.

“Already gushing for us. Go ahead, boys, she’s waiting.”

Keeper and Zee follow, and the spit starts sliding down.

“Rub that in your pussy, Georgia.”

She follows Zee’s order, and her body jolts when she rubs the liquid on her clit. It’s a slow, agonizing circle, and I could watch the movement for the rest of my life. Her fingers rub her swollen nub, her hips jerk, and her moan is too much for my impatient brothers. Zee crawls up the desk and fucks her mouth with his tongue while Keeper latches onto her nipple with his mouth and roughly grabs her other breast.

“You always leave the big jobs to me.” I crouch between Georgie’s legs that are stuck to papers and slightly shaky. My tongue fucks her sweet hole, and she lets out a yelp when my teeth graze her clit. I can feel her walls tense around my tongue.

“I want us to come together,” she says, turning her head.

Zee is kissing down her neck, and Keeper’s mouth makes a pop when he releases her nipple. Fuck, her tits are perfect. In no time we are all standing in front of her. Zeke is palming his dick in a slow, methodical way, Keeper is clenching his teeth at the look of our perfect girl spread out on his desk, and I continue to be in complete awe of how magnificent Georgia is. Her eyes are lust-filled when she pushes up on her elbows, looking between the three of us. Her movement makes her tits bounce, and she rubs her clit again. Keeper moves to get in between her legs, and I allow it.

He’s serious about the baby thing.

“Gonna breed you so hard, kitten. Spread wide for Daddy to shoot his cum deep,” Keeper says.

“Come for us, Georgie,” I order her. My hand moves up and down my shaft, and I tug on the piercing. The pain shoots straight to my balls. I like a little bit of pain, but this isn’t about me getting off. It’s about us sealing the deal with Georgie.

She holds her fingers inside of her pussy as her orgasm starts, and her body shakes.

Zeke shoots his load across her belly silently with a clenched jaw. I go next, adding to the mess on her stomach, moaning, as the white glossy ropes splash on her skin. Keeper is next, his dick twitches and adds to the liquid on our girl, but then he shoves his cock inside her, making her eyes roll back as she comes again, and he grunts, finishing inside her. When he’s empty, he pulls out.

“Ours,” Zeke says.