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“Please,” I whimpered, and Max finally pulled away from my lips. He pulled out quickly and flipped me over onto my back so that my arms were crossed over my head, my legs spread, and I could look at him without discomfort. Not wasting a moment, he pushed inside of me again, not breaking our gaze, and I arched against him into the exquisite fullness I desperately sought. My body made precious contact with his hard muscles, my nipples brushing against his chest and tightening to beads. His hand slid under my back, supporting me as he rocked me towards what I knew was going to be an explosion of pleasure.
His gaze bore into me like a dare, and I couldn’t look away, even as my body tightened, chasing the rapture that I knew was waiting for me.
“Say my name,” he commanded suddenly.
“Max,” I gasped, breathing hard as he continued to move in and out of me. I pulled on the ribbon, desperate to pull him closer, to make him mine.
“Again,” he ordered as his hands slid to my hips, pinning me to him as he drove into me with relentless strokes.
“Max,” I screamed as my orgasm splintered through me in violent waves that spasmed through my limbs. My eyes stayed trained on him though. He continued his thrusts, hard and fast, as he raced toward his own. Max’s hands clenched my hips, and his gaze smoldered into me as he came. He was in total control, but I could feel my own slipping away with each second his skin was on mine.
He wrapped his arms around me and collapsed onto the bed, holding me close to him. I was too stunned to move, so I focused on my breathing, trying to calm my racing heart. That didn’t seem possible with him still so near to me, and when he pressed a kiss to my forehead, an ache burst through my chest.
I asked myself again as I came down from what had seemed like an impossible high...how was I going to recover from this after all was said and done?
It was so much better on the naughty list.
Naughty List #9: Fighting With Family On Christmas
It was a little weird waking up on Christmas day knowing that I was going to spend it with Max and Danny. Danny had crawled into bed with us at some point in the night and I was warmly encased between their two hot bodies. I realized sadly that I was way more excited at the prospect of spending Christmas with these two men that I had just met than spending it with my Dad and the new life he had created for himself.
“What’s with the resting Grinch face?” Danny asked, waggling his eyebrows playfully as I had learned he liked to do.
I snorted. ‘It’s Christmas,” I responded, not answering his question.
Danny hopped out of bed. I was so busy devouring how delicious he looked in just a pair of low-hanging flannel Christmas pajamas that it took me a second to realize he was on the phone with room service ordering what appeared to be the whole menu.
“Guess he’s hungry,” came a gravelly voice in my ear as Max sat up behind me.
It hit me then that we had all been in bed together and I suddenly got shy. I practically ran from the room, yelling over my shoulder that I was going to get cleaned up.
I shut the door of my room and leaned against it, throwing my head back with a sigh. This was crazy. So crazy. They hadn’t even seemed to mind that I had been with both of them. Maybe they did this regularly. Should I ask? No, I shouldn’t ask. It’s none of my business. Panicked thought after thought barreled through my mind. It didn’t help that my phone was blowing up with text after text from my stepbrother. I continued to ignore his attempts to contact me and concentrated on the problems I was facing at the moment.
I stayed in my room for at least fifteen minutes, pretending to get ready even though I didn’t think we were leaving the suite. When I heard Danny answering the door for room service, I knew that I couldn’t delay any longer.
I opened the door. Max sent me a questioning look, but I ignored it, pasting on a smile that quickly turned real when I saw how excited Danny was about the amount of food he had ordered.
I forgot all about my panic in the ensuing hours as we lost ourselves in what seemed like every breakfast food on the planet and Home Alone 1-3. We cuddled and kissed; the guys seemed to have no problem with affection in front of each other. Danny made both Max and I laugh with Christmas pun after Christmas pun. The snow fell softly outside, and the view was as Christmassy as you could get from the living room’s floor to ceiling windows.
It was the most perfect Christmas I could remember since my mother had been alive.
I looked away from The Santa Claus that was playing on the big-screen when Danny suddenly fell on the couch beside me, tossing a red and gold wrapped present into my lap.
“What is this?” I asked in surprise.
“Just open it,” Danny said with a cheeky smile.
“But…”
“Just open it,” growled Max playfully from the other side of me.
With trembling hands, I carefully unwrapped the gift. Danny was vibrating with excitement next to me. I gasped when I saw that it was a first edition of The Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.
“How did you…?” I gasped, putting one hand over my mouth in shock as tears threatened to fall. I had mentioned to them the first night that my mother had read it to me every Christmas and it was one of my favorite books and memories. I couldn’t believe they had gotten it for me.
“This is too expensive. I can’t accept it,” I cried even as I lovingly stroked the cover.
“I saw it in that rare books store that was across the street from the ice bar before you guys met up with me, and I knew you had to have it,” explained Max.
