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James kneeled beside Ibrahim, turning my face toward his with a gentle finger tugging on my chin. “Color, Piper?”
I tried to answer, but the movement inside me was too much to process, too much to take in. I couldn’t put a coherent thought together. James lay a finger on Ibrahim’s torso and the men slowed, giving me a chance to catch my breath, to think.
“Green,” I gasped, rocking my hips over Ibrahim in protest of the change in rhythm. “I’m green, and please, for the love of Christmas, I need more.”
James leaned in for a fierce kiss. “Are you sure, darling?”
I nodded as Benedict lined himself up behind me, the heat of his cock burning into me as I waited for him to breach my entrance. James stroked my face and my shoulders. “Relax, darling.”
Benedict broke through the initial barrier. I cried out in sharp surprise. He held still, allowing me to adjust to the intense pressure. God, I’d never been so full, so ready to burst in my entire life. Experimentally, I raised myself a few inches, and Benedict cursed as I pushed back onto him.
“Hold still, princess,” he choked. He held onto my hips and pushed in and out with agonizing slowness. The burning gave way to bliss as he finally seated himself fully inside of me.
I slid my hands down James’ chest and bent over, taking him into my mouth. As if that was the signal they were waiting for, all three men moved, setting a brutal rhythm that erased every thought from my head.
I felt like a doll, a precious and cherished doll, as they thrust in and out of me. My need spiraled out of control, buffeted to and fro in a maelstrom of euphoria, until I shattered against the shores of my climax. I sobbed uncontrollably as my entire body shook and seized with the intense pleasure of my release.
They didn’t stop. Their rhythms increased, drawing out the devastating ecstasy until each of them came inside me with broken shouts.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t stop crying. All I could do was slump into my men’s supportive arms, tears streaming down my face. They lowered me to the bed, murmuring sweet words I didn’t hear or understand. I was utterly blissed out and emotionally overwhelmed. Gentle warmth moved between my legs, cleaning up the mess we made, and I couldn’t even lift my head to express my gratitude.
James crawled beside me and gathered me in his arms, tucking my head underneath his chin as I cried into his chest. “You okay, baby?”
Benedict nuzzled the back of my neck. “Are you up for a bath?”
A bath sounded like a marvelous idea. When I affirmed, he lifted me out of the bed and carried me to the bathroom, where he drew a hot bath, filling it with bubbles.
Ibrahim joined us with a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries and a bottle of water, gently feeding me as we waited for the tub to fill. The sugar helped revive me, and I scrubbed my face, embarrassed about my tears, my absurdly emotional response to their lovemaking.
“How’re you doing, Piper?” Ibrahim asked.
“You’re too good to me,” I whispered.
“Nonsense,” Benedict interrupted, his voice harsh as he dipped a finger in the water to test the temperature. “You deserve far better than the three of us.” He frowned. “What’s this really about?”
I sniffled and waved my hand at my red and blotchy face. “I don’t even know why I can’t stop crying.”
“Oh love,” he sighed, drawing me to my feet. He slid a finger under my chin and tilted my face up until I met his golden eyes. “That was an intense experience. It’s normal to cry, and it’s normal to be emotional. We’d be absolute bastards if we didn’t take care of you until you found your equilibrium again.”
My eyes filled with tears again, and he gently kissed them as they streamed down my face, not chasing the emotion away, just staying with me, holding me, as I worked my way through the turbulence.
When my bath was ready, Benedict lowered me in. I moaned as the hot water eased the ache between my legs. Ibrahim knelt beside the tub and poured water over my hair. He and Benedict cleaned me with attentive, measured touches. Their tender care cracked something open inside me, something I wasn’t ready to face with these men whom I’d be waving goodbye to in a few short days.
By the time they washed me from head to toe, I’d regained a measure of calm. I desperately avoided thoughts of our eventual separation, lest more tears fall. Wrapped in a warm and fluffy towel, they steered me to Ibrahim's and James’ room.
“I’ve got to change my sheets,” Benedict murmured when I looked up at him with confusion. “And you need to get some sleep.”
James waited for us in the other room. His smile when he saw me rosy and flushed from the heat of my bath warmed me from head to toe. “Hey there, gorgeous,” he greeted me from the bed where he lounged under the covers with a book.
I dropped my towel and climbed in with him, eager to wrap myself in his waiting arms.
“Merry Christmas, love,” he whispered in my ear as Ibrahim curled up on my other side, draping his arm around my waist, tangling all three of our limbs together.
“Merry Christmas,” I whispered back as I drifted off to sleep in their embrace.
Chapter Thirteen
James
