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I raised a brow in doubt, but it was Christmas so I wouldn’t argue. “I should go and make sure the kids are going down easy for their nap.” Stuffed full of lunch, despite their determined complaints about not being tired, heavy eyelids and yawns had secured that even Christmas Day wasn’t safe from naptime.
“Theo and Luke have that under control,” Jax murmured as he caught my wrist, preventing me from leaving. A flicker of heat rushed through me, and I tilted my head slightly, running my eyes over his bruised face. This close, his warm breath ghosted over my skin and the slightly sharp scent of antiseptic cream tickled my nose.
“They might need help,” I murmured back.
“I need help.”
“Like a doctor?”
“Like a nurse…” Jax closed the distance and pressed his lips to mine, capturing my mouth in a soft kiss with just enough pressure for me to take the hint.
“You’re far too injured,” I said, writing those words against his lips. Jax’s tongue danced over my lower lip, and he stepped forward into me, increasing the gentle force behind the kiss and placing one hand against the side of my neck.
“Not for what I want to do,” Jax said huskily as he broke the kiss, then trailed a few soft kisses down my jaw.
“And what do you want to do?” My words escaped breathlessly as my heart ticked up a few beats. We were standing in the kitchen, anyone could walk in, and it scared me as much as I also didn’t care. My eyes fluttered closed, sinking me into a warm darkness as I tracked Jax’s wandering mouth down my neck to my shoulder and the silken strap of my dress.
“Give you your present.” Jax straightened up, and I opened my eyes to meet his glittering ones, then he used the grip on my hand to pull me with him. We went out of the kitchen, through the lounge filled with festive music, and into the study; and my heart skipped another beat. A present? I hadn’t even expected such a thing, and my mind ran away with itself as Jax closed the door. His hands landed on my waist, his mouth on mine and a low moan drifted from his throat.
“Care to guess?” he asked, breaking the kiss for air.
“I-I have no idea,” I gasped, winding my arms gently around his shoulders.
“Other than a Christmas bonus in your paycheck, there’s only one thing I could think that I wanted to give you today.”
“And that is?” The words barely left my lips and Jax was on his knees, burying underneath the skirt of my dress. His sudden heated presence had me stumbling back a few steps with a gasp until I hit the bookcase. Books rattled as I thumped backward and Jax’s warm, strong hands stroked around my thighs to help keep me steady.
“Jax!” I gasped hoarsely and his hot, damp tongue pressed against the fabric of my panties. The heat was searing, soaking right through to my pussy and I arched up onto my tiptoes. That didn’t put him off though; with his hands supporting my thighs, he encouraged me to widen my stance, and I did without a second thought. I was addicted to this man, to all of them, and nothing silenced my mind faster than a physical connection with any of them.
Jax hummed softly, the vibrations tickling against my pussy and I whined, throwing my head back into the books while his mouth continued to work between my legs. Through saliva and my own slick, my panties were quickly soaked, and only when Jax was satisfied did he slide them past my hips and discard them. Then his mouth was back on me, his hot tongue swiping in a pattern through my slick folds. From here, I couldn’t find the right thing to hold onto. His head was buried under my dress thus I couldn’t clutch at his hair, and the shelves behind me were too cold to satisfy my desire for contact.
In the end, my hands went to my own breasts, and I squeezed my full flesh, pressing the heels of my palms against my nipples for an extra shock of pleasure. My thighs quivered and my heart started to race as Jax buried against me. Over and over, he stroked his tongue over me with quick, firm strokes, and every few licks he would press the tip of his tongue against my swelling clit and flick. Jolts of pleasure moved through me like trickles of lightning, and I shifted my stance back and forth, rocking down onto his face as the heat in my core built up to a tight ball.
I was desperate. I never wanted this to end, the filthy desire for Jax to go down on me at a snap of my fingers just to feel the heat of his tongue and hear those moans like I was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. I wanted it all for the rest of my life. Suddenly, Jax’s tongue delved deep into my core in one stroke, curling teasingly inside me. That sudden spark of pleasure threw me closer to the edge, and a gasp escaped in between my desperate pants. I wanted to rock down harder, but I held myself back, aware of Jax’s injuries. Not that it mattered; Jax’s tongue dragged back through my folds and settled on my clit where he suckledhard. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I cried out sharply when I came. It hit like a forceful wave, starting in my core and then rippling outward. I gasped repeatedly, moaning softly until I was interrupted by a mouth landing on mine and the soft tickle of a beard against my chin.
When I opened my eyes, Luke’s hazel eyes blinked back at me, and I whimpered when the kiss broke, placing a hand over my mouth. I hadn’t even heard the door, and warmth flooded my cheeks as Luke smirked at me.
“She’s all yours,” Jax said, climbing back to his feet as I came down from my high and recognized that we were no longer alone.
“Thanks,” Luke smiled. I glanced at Jax who wiped the corner of his mouth and winked at me, then Luke filled my vision.
“Merry Christmas,” Luke grinned. I chuckled softly, and he kissed me, sudden and hard. Looping my arms around his strong neck, Luke’s hands grasped my hips as he pulled me away from the bookcase and toward the floral couch on the other side of the office. I closed my eyes while his tongue danced into my mouth, mapping every inch. I floated along, safe in his arms until our knee’s bumped into the couch. Then Luke dropped away from me, and I opened my eyes to him lying flat on his back with a mischievous grin on his handsome face.
“Take a seat,” he grinned. I started to drop into his lap but he raised a knee and tutted softly. “Not there. Here…” Luke tapped a finger to his chin and licked his lips.
“Are… are you sure?” I asked, my mouth running dry. It was one thing to have Jax between my legs when we were standing but to actually sit on Luke’s face?
“So fucking sure,” Luke grinned.
“But what if you—if you can’t breathe?”
“Summer, bring that pretty pussy over here and sit on my face. I don’t want to ask twice, but I’ll beg if you want me to.”
The power in his words sent a flush of burning heat down my spine, and warmth prickled around my ribcage as I climbed over the top of him. I hesitated though, trying to work out what would be most comfortable for him when Luke grasped my hips and pulled me up to his face. I scarcely had time to move my skirt out of the way before I was seated on his face and his devilish tongue was dancing through my pussy. Sensitive from my previous orgasm, reflex had me shifting upward but the second I moved, Luke tightened his grip on my hips and kept me down. My thighs shook and muscles ached as I still tried to keep myself hovering over Luke but through the strength of his grip and my own muscles giving in, I sank down onto his tongue with a long, low moan.
“Fuck,” I gasped. Luke’s tongue eagerly lapped through me with particular attention to my clit with his lips. He kissed me, sealing his lips around that bundle of nerves and suckling hard, then his tongue stroked through me once more and dipped inside me. His movements were eager and excited; what care I had for his breathing soon faded as my hips rolled with a mind of their own. Luke wasn’t injured, so I didn’t have to hold back.
I clutched the back of the sofa with one hand and grasped the armrest with the other, letting my hips take over. I ground down on his face, rocking back and forth and chasing my building pleasure with each tongue lick and soft graze of his beard against my inner thighs. My eyes closed, my mind filling with all sorts of lewd thoughts of what we could get up to when Jax was better. I wanted to feel them all again, splitting me open and filling me so full I couldn’t move. My core tightened like a burning brand and the muscles in my gut rippled as each rock shifted my dress against my over-sensitive skin. I lifted one hand, pinched at my nipples through the fabric, and then came in an explosion of light and heat.
