13. Ivy
CHAPTER 13
Ivy
Y esterday was one of the best twenty-four hours of my life. And yet, if Gabriel, Pax, and Cole force me to be around them all day without acting on the carnal tension simmering below the surface of their flirting and innuendos, I might just shovel my way down this entire freaking mountain.
Or lock myself in the streaming room with their pile of vibrators.
So far they woke me to snowman pancakes in bed.
They were piled with whipped cream, fruit, and chocolate chips for eyes. Pax’s doing. A platter of bacon and eggs balanced out the sugar rush and had me licking my fingers.
But we’ve moved downstairs.
I insisted on doing the dishes since they cooked, and now I’m sitting on the plush area rug in front of the fireplace, using a piece of tinsel to teach Snowflake how to pounce. It’s either that or let her climb the tree and bat ornaments from the branches.
“Oh yeah, murder that silver shit.” Cole encourages her like a proud papa. “You’re so ferocious. Look at you go.”
Pax chuckles as he sinks down beside me and rubs Snowflake’s belly.
And when Gabriel finishes whatever he is doing in his office and joins us, he declares, “Present time.”
“Finally!” Cole fist bumps Pax.
I’m curious about what they picked out for each other. But, to my surprise, they start by dumping out the stocking that they put Snowflake’s name on. Inside there are mice that rattle, balls with bells the middle, small stuffies with catnip, and even bags of treats.
She’s going to be so spoiled, belonging to them.
My heart melts as Snowflake zooms around from prize to prize, trying to play with them all at once. While she’s preoccupied, the guys exchange gifts. A watch for Gabriel, a photo of new gym equipment to be installed for Cole, and a first-edition leather-bound book of Pax’s favorite poetry.
But I’m shocked when Gabriel faces me and says, “Your turn.”
“Huh?” I don’t have anything to give them, other than myself, and they’ve already taken my virginity. If I could do it again, I would…
“Your stocking.” Gabriel takes one I haven’t seen from behind him and hands it over.
“What’s this?” I shake a heavy, rectangular box about the size of my palm from the depths of the stocking.
No one’s ever given me a present before.
“It’s customary to unwrap it and find out,” Cole teases.
“Go ahead.” Pax squeezes my knee reassuringly.
For a second or two, I hesitate, awkward and unsure, but then the thrill of my first real Christmas hits, and I tear into the shiny wrapping paper.
“See, I told you she wasn’t going to be the sort to neatly pick it apart at the tape.” Cole cheers me on like he did to Snowflake, who’s still living her best life surrounded by her new toys.
But when I uncover what’s inside, I’m stunned.
It’s not a bauble or a regifted tin of chocolate or something they slapped together quick so I wouldn’t be left out, which would have been lovely.
It’s a brand-new top-of-the-line cell phone. One I can even afford a plan for now.
“How?” I glance up at Gabriel.
“We ordered it as soon as we got home from the coffee shop that night you told us you didn’t have one.” Pax beams.
“You shouldn’t be without a way to contact us if you need something. Anything.” Cole is serious for once. “Any time of day or night. You call us if you’re worried. You call us if you want to talk about nothing. But especially, you call us if you’re ever in trouble.”
“You’ll keep me safe?” No one’s ever given a crap about that in my life. It’s a gift beyond measure.
“Of course.” Gabriel isn’t looking at me like I’m weird. He’s looking at me like he intends to show me that my security matters to them. Like it’s never going to be me against the world ever again.
And finally, I’m comfortable and confident enough with them to ask for what I really want. “Thank you. This is so kind, thoughtful, and…unexpected.”
All of it, truly.
“So I hope you’ll accept my gift in return.” I stand and begin unbuttoning the flannel shirt Cole lent me, that hangs to my knees.
“That’s not necessary.” Pax scoots away from me, making my heart sink.
“You don’t want to?—”
“Of course we want to.” Gabriel steps in. “What he’s saying is that you don’t owe us anything, and especially not your body, for caring about you.”
They’re right.
My offer isn’t some twisted obligation or a transactional exchange.
“Is that why you three wouldn’t touch me with a thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot-pole yesterday?” I’m joking, but I’m not. I wonder if they have regrets about the stream or simply want to make it clear that us screwing around was for their job only.
“It’s not that big, baby.” Cole smirks. “But mostly we just didn’t want to rush you. You were a virgin and we fucked the shit out of you. We figured you needed some time to recover.”
“What I needed was you. All three of you.” The shirt flutters as it falls to the floor, leaving me naked and exposed before them. The fire roasting my backside has nothing on the heat of their three hungry stares.
When they still don’t budge, doubt creeps in. “What? Would you rather stream it?”
“Fuck no.” Cole rears back. “Having you this morning is our present, damn it. Just for us.”
“Are you only interested if it’s for the site?” Gabriel maintains a matter-of-fact tone, but I see Pax’s wince out of the corner of my eye.
“Of course not!” I reach for them, and finally…finally…they come. “You’re messing with my head. Do you want me or not?”
“We’re trying to be patient. To keep from jumping you every ten seconds,” Cole growls like it’s damn near impossible to resist.
“Well quit that.” I prop one hand on my hip though it probably is hard for them to take me seriously when I’m already naked.
A smile spreads, slow and wide, across Gabriel’s face. He stands and crosses to me until he’s staring down, way down, at my wide eyes. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here, baby girl.”
“Maybe you should remind me.”
“Good idea.” Cole crosses to the Christmas tree and unwinds several strips of the wide red ribbon with gold edges we used to decorate it. “Give me your hands.”
I hold them out to him, and he makes quick work of tying my wrists together.
“That’s right.” Gabriel shucks his clothes as he stalks closer. “Tie her up so she can’t tempt us to rush. You’re going to lie there and let us worship you, baby girl.”
If he expects me to complain, he’s going to be waiting until the ghost of Christmas Yet To Come shows up to teach him better.
Pax joins in, pressing me backward so I’m stretched out on the soft rug in front of the fire. Cole keeps doing his thing, slipping the ribbon under and around me until he ties a pretty pattern on my torso that thrusts my breasts out.
“Much better than a bow.” Gabriel is stroking his cock as he watches his friend truss me until I’m the perfect present for his partners. “Pax, what are you waiting for? Show her how much you’re into those pretty tits.”
“He’s a boob man,” Cole adds with a grin.
I hardly hear him because Pax dives on me, burying his face in my enhanced cleavage as if he’s trying to suffocate himself with my flesh. His chest is warm—shirtless already—where it brushes my belly, making me realize he wasn’t wasting any time while Cole bound me.
His naked body is gorgeous. A fact that neither Cole nor Gabriel is oblivious to.
Cole takes the opportunity to slap Pax’s ass, encouraging him to feast on me, licking and sucking on my nipples. Gabriel cheers him on. “Fuck yes, I love seeing our baby boy getting off with our baby girl.”
“Fuck, me too.” Cole reaches up and fists his hands in Pax’s hair, making him moan against my chest. “So quit playing around and put that talented fucking mouth of yours to better use.”
I’m about to argue that it was doing a fine job where it was, when Cole drags Pax lower.
The instant his tongue swipes along my slit then lightly circles my clit, I’m lost.
“He was so sad he couldn’t eat you out with our masks on.” Gabriel crouches down by my side, opposite Cole while Pax drapes my thighs over his shoulders and feasts.
“If he had, we’d have realized sooner that you were a virgin.” Cole grimaces. “We would have stopped. Done it right.”
“Glad you didn’t know then,” I grind out between pants and gasps as Pax starts suckling my clit while his fingers probe my entrance.
Gabriel doesn’t talk—he sits and watches, making sure I’m comfortable and well taken care of by his baby boy. Idly, he pets me and Pax, letting us have our fun.
It’s so different from the livestream.
They’re slow and gentle and patient.
They bide their time, dragging things out as if they want to savor their gift for as long as possible.
And tied up like I am, all I can do is relax and accept their attention, affection, and the pleasure they bring me with caresses, kisses, and endless groping.
Pax is so talented, he could have shattered me in five seconds flat.
Instead, Gabriel watches, and every time my breath catches in my throat and I prepare to explode, he flashes Cole a signal. Cole yanks Pax off me, since he seems unable to stop devouring me on his own. The first time it was amusing.
By the tenth or twentieth, not so much.
I started begging for release a long time ago, but Gabriel and Cole will only let Pax take me to the brink of rapture before all three of them ease me off with massaging hands and nips that help bring my desire under control.
Except this last time, it stopped working. Even the tender touches of their fingertips dragging down my arms and dusting my collarbones are enough to spiral me higher.
“She’s ready,” Gabriel tells Cole, who curses.
Pax withdraws his fingers carefully from my saturated pussy and offers them to his daddies.
Cole sucks one into his mouth then drags it back out, his teeth raking along the length.
Gabriel steals it and does the same to another, drawing on it to lick every last drop of my arousal from his baby boy’s hand.
“Who’s going to fuck her?” Cole asks.
“Take turns.” Gabriel points to Pax. “You first, you earned it.”
Pax lifts his head, his eyes burning with desire and the need to rut.
He climbs me, covering me as Gabriel pins my wrists to the floor above my head. Cole takes hold of my thigh closest to him and spreads me open for his friend.
It takes all three of them to hold me down when Pax inserts his dick and slides into me, possessing me an inch at a time until I have him all. Even in his state, he doesn’t slam home, careful to make sure he’s easy with me.
As if they’re giving me a do-over on a romantic first time.
He stretches me open as he advances, making me cry out and squirm.
And when he’s balls-deep, he pauses, giving me time to adjust.
“That’s right, baby girl. You’ve got him.” Gabriel kisses the shit out of me as Cole spanks Pax, driving him tighter to me.
“Go ahead, baby boy. Move.” Gabriel shoots him a stern glance that only makes me hornier. “But don’t you dare come, not yet. If you need to, pull out and give Cole a turn.”
It only takes three strokes but they’re three delicious, long, slow pumps of his entire length within me, before he taps out.
Cole rescues him, clutching Pax’s hips and physically removing him from my depths when he can’t bear to leave himself. Cole lasts a bit longer, though not much.
Every time I’m just about to go over, they bail, knowing they can’t resist the shockwave of my orgasm around them. I lose track of how many times they trade places. All three of them working together to ruin me for anyone else.
“I can’t, Gabriel. I can’t wait any more.” With my wrists still bound, I rake my nails down his chest, marking him as surely as they’re claiming me. “Please, please. Don’t stop. Right there. Don’t stop.”
“Fuck, yes, baby girl. I can’t resist your begging.” Gabriel looks to Cole and Pax. “Get ready. You’re going to unload in her while she’s still coming.”
Cole bites his own hand as if he needs help to summon the stamina not to shoot at the thought alone. I know how he feels.
Pax is kissing me and Cole is pinching my nipples as Gabriel quits playing around and starts to fuck.
“Let’s go, Ivy. Come on my dick like the good girl I know you are.” His dirty talk is the last straw. “I’m going to fill this tight cunt. Flood it so Cole and Pax know who had you first.”
I scream his name as I shatter, losing all control.
My climax wrings his dick, ensuring he lives up to his promises.
He jerks as he fires inside me, coming as hard as I am.
But while I’m still shuddering, he withdraws and makes room for Cole to keep my ecstasy alive. He rides me hard and fast, adding his hand around my throat to take me higher when I think it’s impossible. My body milks him as he roars and joins me in rapture.
Gabriel removes him for Pax, patting my sloppy pussy. “Come on, baby boy. Give her what you’ve got.”
Pax obeys, of course. He dusts my face with butterfly kisses as I start to float back down to reality. But it shocks me when the practiced, steady grind of his pelvis against mine sends another massive aftershock through me.
It’s enough to make him lose it.
“That’s right.” Gabriel hums.
Cole reaches over and slides a finger into Pax’s ass, sealing his fate.
He shouts as he breaks, spurting inside me over and over as he twitches between my thighs.
The three of them are breathing as hard as they were after galloping through the snow chasing each other in the woods yesterday. Cole unwinds the ribbon from my torso and wrists, kissing the marks left behind.
They settle around me, telling me over and over how amazing that was as if I didn’t know.
Even someone with almost no experience like me can tell when they’ve had a life-shattering encounter. It’s why I have to get up before I become permanently attached.
“I have to use the bathroom,” I choke out before snatching my robe and bolting.
I barely make it inside before the tears come, my breath hitching as I try to draw in enough air for sobs. I’m doing my best to stay quiet, but it isn’t long before Pax knocks softly. “You okay, Ivy?”
I can’t say why, but this time I don’t feel the need to lie. “No.”
He comes in without hesitation. “What is it, baby?”
Gabriel and Cole are right behind him.
“I don’t know how I go back to normal after seeing how it could be with men like you.” I blow my nose into the tissue Pax holds out for me.
“Why the fuck would you do that?” Cole tips his head as if I’m speaking another language.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Gabriel picks me up.
I wrap my legs around him because I’m dying for what he’s saying to be true.
And I’m no longer afraid to reach for my dreams.
They’ve given me the power to quit settling. “I don’t want to.”
“Good.” Pax steps up behind me and hugs us both.
Cole approaches from the side and piles on. “We’re keeping you, Ivy. I thought you got that. But we can show you again that you’re ours. Over and over until you understand. Until you believe.”
Gabriel rocks me then pulls back just enough to meet my gaze head-on. “Ivy, we love you. We’re never going to let you go. I swear to you, unlike everyone else who’s come before us, we will not disappoint you. You can count on us. You’re staying.”
Pax nods against my back. “Snowflake is yours and so are we, for as long as you want us. This is your home. We’re your people.”
Gabriel carries me out of the bathroom but not back to the living room. He takes me upstairs to our bedroom.
“I love you too. All three of you.” I rain kisses and tears on them as my joy overflows.
We’re on our way to another round of sealing our promises when the buzz of a repeating notification worms into my attention.
“It’s the billionaire club.” Pax holds up his phone.
Gabriel shakes his head. “That’s what he calls our friends.”
I’m still trying to figure out what the joke is when Pax connects the video chat and I realize they’re a whole gaggle of polyamorous actual billionaires and the women who love them.
“Sorry, we forgot about the group call.” He’s careful to angle his cell so I’m not onscreen until Gabriel pulls the comforter up to our necks. Kind of silly considering half the world has seen all we’ve got.
“Does your distraction have anything to do with your star elf?” one of the men asks.
“Gunner, don’t pry.” A woman tsk s at him then laughs. “But seriously, does it?”
I chuckle, already in love with their friends along with their cat and their house and the way they make me feel—cherished, horny, and free.
“I guess that answers that!” another woman says. “Introduce us!”
Pax gives up and rotates his wrist so they can see the four of us intertwined in bed. The group goes around and says hi and tells me all of their names. It’s a lot to keep up with, but I can’t wait to get to know them better.
“So Merry Christmas to us angel investors in OnlySantas, huh?” The one I’m pretty sure is Arlan fist-bumps his two husbands and their wife.
“Are you going to let Ivy keep performing now that she’s at the top of the charts?” That’s Ethan.
“What she does is up to her.” Gabriel sounds a bit hesitant, though.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy letting people see that you three want me so desperately.” I stop teasing and clear my throat. “I might even need that to feel totally secure. Safe.”
“Then I guess we’ll have to sacrifice and stream us making you scream every chance we can.” Gabriel’s smile still doesn’t reach his eyes though.
“Oh my word, stop being idiots.” That’s Riley, Gunner’s fiancée. “She doesn’t want to screw anyone else on camera or off it. It’s obvious.”
What? Of course I don’t. “Only you.”
Gabriel relaxes and clutches me tight to him. “Good, because you’re ours. And we’re not letting you go.”
My newfound friends cheer us on as my three billionaires take turns sealing the promise with scorching kisses. In one fairytale-worthy Christmas day, I’ve gained not one but three loves of my life, a pet kitten, a network of friends. A true family. A future. Three whole forevers.
Holiday wishes do come true.