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I couldn't help the grin that broke across my face as I tore into the wrapping paper.
Inside was a plain black box, and when I opened it up, inside were a pair of beautiful new figure skates. They were obviously custom skates, red with black and gold laces. They were so beautiful.
I knew he wasn't going to hear any of it if I protested that he shouldn't have bought me a gift, so I just turned in his arms and put my arms around his neck. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he murmured, smiling down at me fondly as he smoothed my hair back with one hand. “That smile is my favorite smile in the world. I hope you know you’re worth everything. That you deserve all the presents. Let us spoil you.”
“Well...” I tapped my finger against my mouth, pretending to think about it. “I'll consider it.”
“Mm, well, choose wisely, princess.” his voice lowered to a husky whisper in my ear. “If I'm not allowed to spoil you, I may choose to punish you instead.”
An unexpected thrill of lust ran through me at the wordpunish, but I pulled back, running my hands down his broad shoulders so that I could give him a skeptical raised eyebrow. “Try it, and I might go running back to Greyson.”
He let out a groan of disappointment just hearing Greyson’s name. “Unless he's changed–and Greyson never changes–he's a much kinkier, more sadistic bastard than I am. Now, get his name out of your mouth. I only want to hear you say my name.”
He grabbed my thighs and boosted me onto the edge of the island in one smooth motion. I laughed, my hands clutching his powerful shoulders and my thighs automatically clutching his lean waist as I settled myself.
“How did you know my favorite color’s red, anyway?” I teased him.
“I wanted to see you dressed in the Devils colors. Like one of the hockey wives.” He stroked his hands down my thighs, looking down at me dreamily. “You are so fucking beautiful. It's a dream, waking up, knowing you're here in the house with us.”
He said it as if he wouldn't mind if I stayed. But obviously, I couldn't do that. As much as I felt an attachment to these men, I couldn't just move into their house when I barely knew them. Hell, I barely knewme.
But for now, I just grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down to kiss me. His lips met mine in a long, passionate kiss. When he finally pulled away, he gazed down at me with soft, bedroom eyes.
I talked to the front of his shirt. “Why are you wearing a shirt, anyway?”
“Why are you?” he teased me, before pulling his shirt over his head, slowly and deliberately, the movement sexy as his muscles rippled through his powerful shoulders and abs.
I feasted my eyes on his gorgeous body.
“Now you,” he murmured hungrily. “You don't need to wear clothes at our house. It'll save on laundry.”
“Always so practical,” I said with a laugh, but then my laugh was cut off as he tugged my shirt over my head. Too late, I raised my arms so that he could tug it the rest of the way off, but he stopped there, the shirt covering my face so I couldn't see, while he bowed his head and began to use his tongue over my nipples before drawing them into his mouth and suckling on them.
I let out a moan, my thighs locking around his waist, using my legs to tug him in toward me. My heels hooked behind his back, feeling the way his muscles flexed against my calves.
Finally, I fought my way out of the shirt, and as soon as I was free of it, his lips captured mine in another wild kiss.
“Could you two refrain from fucking on the island?” Jack drawled as he walked into the kitchen. “And if you must make the kitchen unsanitary, the least you can do is share.”
Jack leaned over the other side of the island, grabbing my shoulders and tugging me down so my bare back was pressed to the cool surface, and I let out a giggle over it before his lips met mine. He kissed me, and I slid my hand through his hair, savoring having the two of them here with me.
The next thing I knew, Sebastian was drawing my panties down my thighs. “You don't really need these either.”
“Hey,” I protested.
He stuffed them into his pocket with an unrepentant grin that told me I was never getting those back.
“Be a good girl and listen to Sebastian,” Jack murmured, his big hands gathering my wrists and bracing them up by my head as his lips captured mine again.
To Sebastian, he added, “You can have her sweet pussy as long as I can have her mouth.”
“I don't recall inviting you to my party,” Sebastian said, but without rancor.
Then Sebastian leaned down over my thighs, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, right before he darted out his tongue and licked slowly all the way up my seam. My hips bucked, and he put his hands on my thighs, spreading them out before him.
“Breakfast of champions,” Sebastian quipped before he settled down, his tongue lapping through my folds, then settling inside me as his mouth began to work against my clit.
