37. A Sharp Point
Chapter 37
A Sharp Point
COLE
“ R eady, goddess?”
Callie stood from where she was bent over the bed and winced. She shifted, rubbing her legs together.
I grabbed her hips to still her. “Daddy asked you a question.”
Her unfocused eyes became alert enough to narrow at me. “Yeah, well Daddy also just put a massive plug in my ass while he rubbed my clit but wouldn’t let me come, so I need a second.”
“What was that?”
At my tone, she took the attitude from hers. “I said yes, Daddy, I’m ready.” Her brows lowered. “Wait, for what?”
“A surprise.”
“I thought those happened tomorrow after Santa comes,” she joked.
“It’s not Santa who’ll be coming.” I reached around to press on the plug until she gasped. “Or you, if you keep being a brat. If you’re saying you’d rather wait for the surprise?—”
“No, nope. Now is good.”
I released her and pointed at the clothes hung over the chair. “Get dressed.”
“That’s not what you usually say,” she muttered even as she moved to do as I ordered.
She had a point.
A sweet smile already curved her mouth as she put on the soft, warm sweatsuit I’d set out for her. She had no clue where we were going or what was happening.
But she was happy anyway.
Happy with us.
Once she was dressed, I followed her down the stairs as she talked. “Are Christmas movies any good?” She looked over her shoulder at me.
My gut clenched, and I barked out, “Watch where you’re going on the stairs.”
“I am,” she tried even though I knew that was bullshit. If she was, she would’ve noticed the stacks. “I mean, they’re on every channel starting right after the last doorbell is rung on Halloween, so they must be popular for a reason.”
We reached the entryway, and she still wasn’t paying attention. It would’ve been funny as hell if I wasn’t desperate to see her reaction. The other two clearly felt the same way since they were looming in the living room.
I smirked over her head toward them that I had her focus.
Well, movies did, but I was the lucky one to get her questions, so I was taking the win.
“So?” she prompted when I didn’t answer.
“They’re not my thing, but we’ll watch whatever you want.” She looked ready to argue, but I cut her off before she could. “This is your first real Christmas, Calliope. No hippie bullshit or carob cookies. Marco already made it look like a holiday store threw up in here. Freddy got you cocoa. From France. We’re gonna watch corny-as-shit movies, eat too much food, and whatever else you want to do.”
“I already told you, I just want two full days with my men.”
“So we don’t need to go to your surprise?” I shrugged. “Okay.”
“You’re evil. Wait, we’re leaving? Where?”
I blinked at her. “Are you unfamiliar with the meaning of the word surprise ?”
She rolled her eyes and turned before finally noticing the stacked boxes. “What’re these?”
“Dunno. Probably should torch them for heat.”
Moving toward them, she hesitantly lifted a flap to peek in before leaning back to read the scrawled label. “These are Freddy’s clothes.”
“You sure?” I curled my lip. “Looks like kindling.”
“ Va te faire foutre ,” he bit out as he finally made his presence known.
I’d pieced together enough of his French swear words over the years to know he told me to go fuck myself.
Yanking him closer, I stared down into his hooded blue eyes. “I did that a couple of days ago. All over both of you. Or do you need a reminder?”
“I know I forgot,” Callie said as she fluttered her lashes at me. I pressed my lips to hers and then Freddy’s before backing away.
It still took our naughty girl a few beats to remember what else was happening. A grin began to spread before she worked to smother it. That didn’t happen, and she bounced on her toes as her gaze darted from the boxes to Freddy.
“Broke my lease, mon ciel étoilé. ”
That was all he got out before she squealed and launched herself at him. A movement she immediately regretted with the plug in. Her expression scrunched as her eyes rolled back. She inhaled sharply to get control of herself enough to speak. “So you’re moved in?”
A wicked smile curled Freddy’s mouth at her reaction— all of it. “Still got some shit to grab, but yeah.”
Since all my crap was spread between penthouses, my move in had been a more gradual process. Callie hadn’t even noticed until Marco had pointed it out. Freddy moving in meant she had the three of us fully under one roof.
She pulled us into their hug. “This is already the best Christmas.”
“Just wait, baby girl.” Marco pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Ready?”
She gave an enthusiastic nod and paused to pull on a pair of new boots—we were determined to fill the closets with shit for her—before we headed out to Marco’s SUV. Throughout the whole drive, Callie tried to guess where we were going, each one more ludicrous than the last.
Every so often, we would hit a bump, and her eyes would go hazy as she choked on a moan.
She better like the damn present to make this torment worth it.
When we finally pulled in front of a barn, an older man was waiting. We climbed out and shook hands before he grinned at Callie. “Supplies are in the cabinet to the side. Congrats, and looking forward to working with you, Miss.”
“I, uh, thank you?” she muttered, lost.
He tilted his head. “Around the back, on the left side.”
He started to the waiting ATV as I put my hand to Callie’s lower back and steered her where he’d directed.
As soon as the container came into view, Callie gasped. “Bees.”
There were a couple of different hive styles, and I had no fucking clue what the difference was. She did, though, pointing out the types. When we reached the tall wooden hive that was the one she’d mentioned—Langstroth—she said, “This is the kind we used to have at that commune. Not this nice of one, but still.”
“Good because this one is yours.”
Her lips parted as her eyes got huge with wonder and warmth.
Bought the woman a couple thousand stabby-ass insects, and she’s looking at me like it’s thousands of diamonds.
“Are you serious?” she whispered.
I jerked my head toward the front of the barn. “Dennis will teach you how to do everything. When you feel more comfortable with the process, we can bring them home. Or if you want to keep it here, one of us will bring you whenever you want.”
She leaned into me. It wasn’t a launch of her body into mine. It was a soft, sweet melting. Like her knees couldn’t support her, but she trusted I would. Her eyes were damp when she looked up. “This is the most romantic thing anyone has done for me.” Twisting in my hold, she held up a finger. “Tied with having a big bed built and giving up an apartment for me.”
“I’m glad, baby.”
Her lids got heavy as she licked her bottom lip before adding, “I don’t quite know how I feel about being out here with a plug in, but I’m gonna go with it adds to the romance.”
“As you should,” Freddy agreed.
We stayed for a while as she shared what she knew mixed with her memories. When she was ready to get to the movie portion of the day, she headed for the SUV.
Like good worker bees, we followed.
Our queen.
Our goddess.
Ours .
Callie
I had to say something.
It wasn’t a want anymore.
It was a need .
A necessity.
Mandatory.
Otherwise, I was fairly certain my chest would explode.
After getting back from the farm, I’d showered with all three men while they drove me insane before finally tugging the plug free. I’d assumed the rest of the afternoon would be spent in bed, but it wasn’t. Like I wasn’t in danger of becoming dehydrated from my arousal, we snuggled on the couch to watch Christmas movies that I immensely enjoyed, and they tolerated due to said immense enjoyment.
I was supposed to be upstairs changing into my new Christmas pajamas before we started the next movie. But instead, I was pacing.
I had no clue why I was so nervous. I knew they had to feel the same way. The way they treated me. The way they looked at me.
They gave me bees .
Not only that, they’d listened to my rambling like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
And that was why I needed to tell them. Even if the little voice at the back of my head was screaming that they might reject me, I didn’t care. I was doing it.
As soon as I figured out how.
I turned to continue pacing before my eyes landed on my tablet.
Bingo .
I hurried to change, my fingers shaking and my stomach doing somersaults like it couldn’t decide whether it wanted to drop to the floor or rise to lodge in my throat. My heart hammered against my ribs as I opened the browser and typed.
How do I tell my two Daddies and my Freddy that I’m insanely in love with them?
Of course all the search results made zero sense. I wasn’t insane enough to think that even the best, most privacy-invading browser could give me a sensical answer.
I had the best, most privacy-invading tech stalker, though.
Heavy footsteps bounded up the stairs. Not one set. All three, rushing into the doorway before pausing.
Standing across the room, I met their shocked gazes with my own.
Cole broke the heavy silence. “You say it, Calliope.” When I couldn’t find my voice, he demanded, “ Now .”
I swallowed hard.
“Daddy Cole gave you an order,” Marco added.
I looked between the three drastically different men who made me feel a level of happiness I never knew possible. “I love you.”
They closed the distance in an instant. The clothes I’d just put on were stripped off before theirs were tossed aside, too.
Lips, tongues, teeth, hands.
Rough grips and tender caresses.
It was enough to overwhelm me.
But I needed more.
And I got it—or at least some of what I needed—when Cole’s finger plunged into me from behind. “It’s about fucking time.”
I attempted to pull away, but bruising holds dug into my hip, waist, and hair to keep me in place. Right with them where I belonged. My voice was a breathy rush when I asked, “What’s that mean?”
“We’ve been waiting over a month for you to say that,” Freddy answered. His hand covered Cole’s, and he added a finger to swirl inside me with the other man’s.
“We’ve only been together a little over a month.” I arched into their touch.
It pushed my breasts harder into Marco’s hold, and he dipped to suck a nipple into his mouth. He tugged it between his teeth. “Exactly.”
“Pretty sure I’ve been in love with you since the first time you smiled up at me,” Cole said. The fingers slid out of me as he turned me so his tongue could sweep in to dominate.
I lost his kiss just as fast when Freddy gripped my jaw and tilted it toward him. “I’ve loved you since you were honest, and correct, about the tarragon, mon ciel étoilé .”
I took a shaky breath. “Will you finally tell me what that actually means?”
“That you’re my starry sky. Brightness after so much fucking dark.” He glanced at Cole. “Both of you.” His kiss was lighter. Teasing. Playful, but loaded with just as much ownership.
When Marco turned me to him, it wasn’t to kiss me. It was to easily lift me and settle me on the bed with him between my spread legs. The thick length of his hardness pressed against my clit as he pinned it between our bodies. His kiss was as firm and demanding as the rest of him, stealing my last few functioning brain cells.
I was vaguely aware of someone prying my arm from around Marco’s neck. When he tore his mouth away, I anticipated seeing a dick near my hand. I’d been looking forward to it.
What I got was something different but equally good.
A ring on my finger.
“It’s bea—” I started, but Marco turned my attention back to him.
“And I’ve been so fucking in love with you since you kept offering me food and drinks even knowing I would refuse.”
I hated to burst the bubble by pointing out the obvious, but I did it anyway. “It was kinda my job.”
“No other server ever did it. Definitely not with a sweet smile that I would do everything to protect.” His dark eyes dropped to my mouth. “Yeah. That one.”
“And now we can protect it for the rest of our damn lives since we’re getting married,” Cole stated, and I pushed Marco away so I could go up on my knees.
Well, he let me push him off me, but still.
I looked at my hand, then them, then back again. The white gold ring had four stones—two black diamonds, a pink one, then one more black one.
It was us in jewelry form. At least, that was all I had taken it as.
I mean, yes, it was a ring. And, sure, they’d put it on my ring finger. But like Mila and the ropes, I thought it was just a reminder of who I belonged to.
Because more importantly… “We can’t get married.”