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Jaxon groaned, and with a final thrust, his cock twitched inside her. He unleashed a deep, throaty moan of pure masculine pleasure as he found his release within the clutch of her pulsing channel.
Nick growled, his body taut with passion. "I'm going to come," he grated. “I want you to swallow, Holly. Swallow every drop."
She gave a barely perceptible nod.
Holly moaned as she felt Nick’s cock swell in her mouth. She sucked him hard and felt him come, thick bursts of cum filled her mouth, the salty fluid spurting down her throat.
Nick's hands twisted in her hair as he gasped, his body shuddered, and his cock erupted within her mouth, his hot semen filling it as he threw back his head and groaned.
She felt him throb as he filled her with his seed. She swallowed the hot liquid and kept her eyes open. Watching him as he pleasured himself in her mouth. His eyes dropped to hers and seared her with their intensity.
Holly was wrecked. As Nick and Jaxon pulled out, she collapsed back against the arm of the sofa, trying to catch her breath.
Nick stroked his hand against her hair. “Are you okay?” he asked, gazing at her like she was some kind of treasure.
Holly nodded weakly, not sure she could speak. Jaxon, who had disappeared, presumably to take care of the condom, returned with two warm, wet cloths, and passed one to Nick. Between them, they cleaned her up, and Holly felt tears prick at the back of her eyes at how cherished they made her feel.
When they were done, she tried to get to her feet, but her legs were still weak, and her knees tried to buckle underneath her.
“Here, let me,” Jaxon murmured, swinging her up into his arms.
Reflexively, Holly wound her arms around his neck and rested her cheek against Jaxon’s shoulder as he carried her to his room.
Then, dropping her onto his big bed, the two of them climbed in on either side of her like it was the most natural thing in the world.
As her eyes grew heavy and sleep claimed her, she wondered if maybe it was.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The next two days were a whirlwind of activity, and in the rare, quiet moments when Holly stopped for long enough to think, she marveled at how it was possible that she was spending one of the best Christmas holidays of her life with people who she hadn’t even met a week ago.
It was mind-bogglingly incredible, and yet it was true.
Christmas at home had never been the same after her mother had died when Holly was only thirteen. And as a consequence, when she became an adult and started in the hotel industry, she often found herself working so that employees with family could enjoy their festive time together instead.
All three men were incredibly busy. That was understandable for Jaxon. It was such a hectic time for restaurants, and she knew there would be no letup for him since his restaurant was an integral part of Winter Lodge.
Nick and Kris seemed equally busy, and Holly was mildly surprised they didn’t seem to have any time off. Not that she knew what either of their jobs entailed, and despite their fledgling relationship, she didn’t feel she had the right to question Nick on his life.
And Kris, well, she hadn’t seen much of him the past few days, and she suspected if she ever asked anything personal of him, he’d probably tell her to mind her own business.
On Christmas Eve, after waking up with Nick and Jaxon’s mouths on her and experiencing another heady round of menage sex, Holly had taken herself shopping. She’d decided to buy a gift for each of them. A kind of ‘thank you’... and maybe something for them to remember her by.
She’d braved the crowds all doing their last-minute shopping and settled on some fairly generic gifts for all three men. She didn’t know any of them well enough to get them anything really special, which saddened her a little.
She wasn’t churlish enough to leave Kris out, no matter how he felt about her, so she bought him an ice-blue sweater, which she imagined would make his eyes pop, in the softest cashmere, since she’d noticed his penchant for fine quality clothing. She also got him a SAD lamp. Yes, that was a bit of a dig at his constant bad mood, but who knew, maybe it would work. It had made her laugh, anyway.
For Jaxon, with his wacky sense of humor, she bought a deceivingly stylish decanter. It sat on a textured base of shimmering black glass, and modeled in what looked like bronze, was a likeness of the Manneken Pis sculpture fountain in Belgium… so it was basically a little boy who peed when you pressed the button. She also got him a vintage bottle of whisky to go in it, since she’d noticed he liked it occasionally as a nightcap, as well as some novelty boxer shorts emblazoned with the words, ‘warning, hard times ahead,’ and an apron with the body of a muscled man in a tiny pair of red speedos printed on it. If he cooked in a pair of speedos, Holly was pretty certain it was exactly what he’d look like.
For Nick she found a bottle of Viktor&Rolf’s Spicebomb cologne, and a pair of monogrammed cufflinks which she managed to get engraved the same day. Whatever his job was, it required him to wear a suit every day. At the chocolate shop she selected a beautiful box of handmade truffles since he had a bit of a sweet tooth. And at the last minute, she grabbed a second one for Kris too. Maybe something sweet would improve his disposition.
Then she spent the remainder of the afternoon at Leavenworth’s reindeer farm, something she and her mother had always talked about.
“This is for you, Mum,” she whispered as she held out a handful of the special dietary pellets to a majestic looking stag with his impressive antlers and soft muzzle. “I hope you’re watching somewhere up there.”
Later that evening, Holly wrapped her gifts and placed them under the tree that the guys had sweetly put up at her insistence, when she’d complained about their lack of decoration.
It was late evening when they each arrived home from work. Jaxon wasn’t at the restaurant that night, since he was overseeing the food most of the day tomorrow, Christmas Day. After a quick, no fuss dinner of spaghetti Bolognese, the four of them sat down in front of the open fire and did nothing but chat and relax.
