10. Ivy
CHAPTER 10
Ivy
“ B aby, why?” Pax hugs me to him, making me sigh.
“Hmm?” That’s all I can manage.
“He’s asking why you let us use you like that when you weren’t prepared. Did we hurt you too badly?” Gabriel runs his hands over me as if he has X-ray fingers.
“Nope.” I’m starting to catch my breath. “Except for that first part. It was good. So good. Why did I wait?”
“Because we’ve always been the men for you.” Cole grabs his crotch as if he’s in danger of getting hard again at just the memory of being inside me, where no one else has ever gone.
He’s still wearing my blood like a conquering warrior. They all are.
“That was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.” Pax squeezes me tight. “You’re incredible.”
“Our audience thinks so too.” Cole leans over their laptop as he winds down the chat. “We just had our largest single-day gain in memberships and highest tips. There are over seven thousand requests for our favorite elf to create her own channel. You should have negotiated for a lot bigger payout. Don’t worry, we’ll double the bonuses in the contract since you exceeded every single goal in the first five minutes.”
How can he be thinking about business right now? I’m still melted like Frosty on a hot summer day, a puddle of joyous goo that hopes I can come again someday.
“What woman lets three strangers have her virginity on a livestream?” Gabriel plops onto the side of the bed. He drops his head into his hands as if he’s having regrets.
Screw that. I’m not.
I sit up, looping my arms around him from behind before I murmur in his ear, “You’re no stranger, Gabriel. And neither are Pax or Cole. You saved my kitten. And you saved me, even if you have no idea that you did. Thank you for being my first.”
“What the fuck?” Gabriel stiffens beneath me.
“How did you know it was us?” Cole rips his mask off as if grateful to be rid of it. His hair is even more mussed than usual and his stare holds a feral cast. If he’s supposed to scare me, he fails.
He’s lucky I don’t purr and rub up against him like Snowflake does to me.
“The kitten. She crashed my changing room.” I bite my lower lip. “I was going to back out until I saw her.”
Pax laughs then, ridding himself of his mask too. Gabriel tosses his to the floor. “I told you it was a good idea to keep that little stinker.”
Gabriel’s lips twitch upward. “Fine. Snowflake can stay.”
“Want me to go get her so you can snuggle together? I can meet you three upstairs, in our suite.” Cole stands. “It’s much more comfortable than the streaming room. I’ll bring some fucking electrolytes too. Gonna need to hydrate after that.”
“I thought we were finished?” I tip my head. Lingering—cuddling with them because they have some misplaced sense of duty, or worse, their guilt—is even more dangerous than the idea of letting three strangers fuck me on the internet.
Because my soul is tender and exposed.
Vulnerable to fairytales even more outlandish than Santas and their special elf.
True love.
Destiny.
Is my heart doing snow angels in my chest because these guys were my firsts, or is there really something else here? Even if I’m greedy and want more, surely three men like them could bag someone a hell of a lot sexier, more sophisticated, and more experienced than me.
“You’re not required to stay any longer.” Gabriel’s cold tone only reinforces my fears. Is my welcome worn out already?
Cole glares at him.
“Actually, it might not be safe for you to leave. Didn’t you notice the storm getting worse as you came up the mountain?” Pax asks quietly.
“I was a little preoccupied.” My shoulders slump. How awkward will it be if they wish I was gone but we have to hole up together?
“Let me call our driver and see what he thinks, okay?” Pax swallows hard as if he’s hoping I’ll tell him not to. But this is…a lot. I’m not sure where I stand with each of them. The urge to run is building again.
I nod.
The air is heavy as our silence lingers while Pax gets on the phone and relays the situation to their driver. His lips press together right before he hangs up. “I’m sorry, baby girl. The pass is closed. It won’t be open again until after the holiday, most likely.”
“I’m stuck here? For Christmas? With you three?”
“Such a shame.” Cole’s grin is at odds with his aw shucks intonation. “Guess we’ll just have to make the best of it.”