Chapter 10
TEN
ASPEN
Warmth settled all around me. Paired with the falling snow from outside, albeit blinding through the sheer curtains on our windows, it was heavenly and I never wanted to move.
It didn’t stop the groan from leaving my mouth at the sensation of Ryder’s warm tongue against me, though, licking against my pussy. I kept my eyes closed, savoring the remnants of sleep mixing with the coaxing euphoria, and even more so as I craned my neck to the side. I was on my back, legs spread for his torture, as he continued licking against me as he pleased.
As he continued, I turned to the side and let out a groan into the pillow beneath me.
The…hard pillow.
That felt strangely like a chest.
With a groggy shuffle, a tired arm encircled my waist, drawing me nearer to him while Ryder continued in his actions.
Lucas.
My heart raced as I finally picked up my head that had somehow gotten on Lucas’ chest to look down at Ryder. His eyes were already on mine, though he paused as I went to speak, cutting me off. “Mmm, Merry Christmas, baby. You don’t mind, do you? Be quiet, though. Lucas is still asleep.”
The resulting shudder that ran through my body as he continued could have made me come then and there.
My boyfriend was eating me out while I slept on his best friend’s chest.
The best friend that had fucked me for hours last night.
The best friend that wanted to fill me full of his babies.
I couldn’t help but stifle my groan, again, as the memories of the night before ran into me like a train. Though, as I did, Ryder used his fingers to tap against my clit in a mocking, cruel dominance. I looked down at him, eyebrows pinching, and nearly threw a tantrum as he shook his head at me in a scolding manner.
“Wha—what’re you doing?” I whisper-shouted down at him. A part of me wanted him to stop so we could talk about everything, but the other part of me wanted him to make me cum while Lucas held me.
The latter was most certainly winning.
“What does it look like I’m doing, angel? I missed my girl.”
I moaned softly, trying as hard as possible to be quiet. “This is so bad.”
“What is?”
“You’re tongue fucking me while your friend is right next to us?”
“Do you like it?” he asked. I looked down just in time to see him rubbing his middle finger against my wetness before slowly slipping it into me. My mouth formed into a silent ‘O’ as I held back my moan. Somehow, I wasn’t sore and the feeling of being stretched again was euphoric.
I broke my gaze with Ryder and looked at Lucas, watching his sleeping face as Ryder kept fucking me with his fingers, waiting for an answer. He kept his mouth off of me and I knew he wouldn’t use his tongue on me again until I did answer.
Did I like it?
Lucas’ eyebrows pinched and I was terrified he was going to open his eyes at that exact moment as I considered my answer. But instead, he only shuffled once more, eyebrows furrowing. And my heart stopped, only to restart and beat harder than before, as his hand slipped down and began to rub my stomach soothingly.
Right where he would have put a baby.
The one, terrible anxiety that had plagued me before I fell asleep washed away at the action.
It wasn’t just sex to him. To them. It was so, so much more.
My eyes snapped back to Ryder as I answered, nodding my head. His rewarding smile would have knocked me off my feet if I weren’t lying down. Though, that could have been reserved for his filthy mouth instead, and even more so as he slipped another finger in me. “Yeah? What do you like?"
I didn’t understand the question, forcing him to continue. “Do you like my fingers in you while he’s right there? Could wake up any second. Or do you like how he’s holding you protectively while your boyfriend finger fucks you?”
The second one , I thought. Definitely the second one.
It felt utterly wrong to be held by another man while Ryder pleasured me. And yet, I was ready to beg Ryder to let me come just like that after the night we had already shared. And it was that thought alone that brought me to the realization even I had questioned before I fell asleep.
I didn’t regret it.
In fact, I loved it. And I needed more now.
I didn’t trust my voice as I looked down at him. Instead, I gave him a lame hand gesture of holding two fingers up. Trying to indicate the second option. I should have known better than to think that he would accept that answer, though.
“We’re really gonna have to work on you using your words, pretty girl.”
I whimpered. “I like— fuck , baby, yes—I like you touching me while he holds me.”
“Yeah?” he asked, eyes tingling with excitement. “You like it when the roles are reversed from last night? When he holds you—cherishes you—and I get to take care of your pretty holes?”
“God yes,” I moaned, managing to keep my voice at a whisper, even as it shook.
Instead of shushing or mocking me like before, though, Ryder only curled his fingers inside of me, easily finding my g-spot, and moved them faster. The resulting moan that fell out of my mouth was obnoxiously loud and I went to cover my mouth with my hand.
Only for Ryder to match my loud sounds with an equally loud, firm slap on my clit.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. He wanted to see me crash and burn.
He wanted me to wake Lucas up now.
The fucker.
“Use his hand, angel. You can be quiet if you need to be. Use his hand instead of yours, though. He has them for a reason.”
My stomach grew tighter as he never slowed his ministrations. God, these men were far too good with their mouths and hands. It was almost unfair to the entire female population.
I took my hand off of my mouth, and instead, tugged at my own hair to try and regain some semblance of control. “Even while he’s sleeping?”
One of Ryder’s blonde eyebrows shot up in a faux agitated expression, nearly demanding why I was questioning him, and I melted into the bed just from that look alone. Wanting to please him, I did exactly as he said and moved the hand that had previously been rubbing on my belly to my mouth. His hand was dead weight, nearly the entire size of my head, and covered my mouth easily. I held it there, letting the sleeping man muffle me.
Ryder rewarded me, humming, and brought his mouth back down on my clit.
I moaned violently as he sucked it into his mouth, only to release it and flick it with his tongue, before repeating the same two actions over and over again. The sounds of him fingering me were downright porn worthy.
A part of me wanted to wake Lucas up.
The other part of me was unbelievably turned on that I was fucking my boyfriend while he held me, unknowing.
“You gonna come for me, baby? You want to come on my fingers while you thrash in his arms?”
God, I did. I nodded my head, still holding Lucas’ hand to my face, moaning louder. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I needed it more than I needed to breathe. I would have happily kept Lucas’ hand on my face, suffocating me, if it meant I got to cross the finish line in the next moments.
Except it was Lucas’ voice, gruff with sleep, that had my heartbeat souring next. “Is this really happening right now?”
My resulting moan was the only answer he needed before his hand was pressing against my mouth on his own accord, shutting me up. My own hands went to Ryder’s hair, tugging on the short length as he sucked on my clit. As I did so, I turned my head towards Lucas, making eye contact with the man who had turned my world upside down overnight, desperate to be thrown over the edge somehow.
Ryder had me right there and I was ready to combust. He spoke next, releasing me long enough to do so. “Give her something, bro. Let’s ruin our girl for her Christmas.”
I shuddered at his words, right as Lucas shifted me slightly, forcing me to give him my sole attention. His voice was rough, nearly growling, as he said, “Come for your boyfriend so I can give you all my cum later without him feeling left out, little girl. Give us your orgasm.”
Fucking.
Hell.
He hit the nail on the coffin as his hand shifted, forcing two fingers into my mouth. He forced them to the back of my throat and I gagged on them lightly, only to suck on them before he pulled them out entirely. “God, you’re so good. I’m never letting you go.”
My body shook as the orgasm I had been sitting on tore through me. My pussy fluttered on Ryder’s fingers and he groaned as he kept sucking my clit, feeling it pulse in his mouth. I couldn’t take the silence anymore and cried out, even with Lucas’ fingers in my mouth, pressing against the inside of my cheek.
The orgasm felt like it lasted hours, tearing me apart for everything I was. I shook as it subsided, quivering against the both of them from aftershocks and the chill that filled the room.
Lucas kissed the side of my head as Ryder began climbing up on me, knowing I’d want a kiss from him next. “Merry Christmas, Mamas.”
My arms stretched above my head, aching, and I groaned.
Fuck, these men wore me out.
“Careful, Mamas,” Lucas said, bringing my attention down to him as he rubbed my leg affectionately. “I’m trying to behave.”
“I’m just stretching!”
“Yeah,” he rumbled before pulling me back down towards him. We had all fallen asleep again, even after I had pouted over not providing them with anything in return, and had only just woken up again. It was easily early afternoon, though none of us were in any rush to get up. “And that’s enough for me.”
I smacked him on the shoulder, only to notice something as I did so. I had questioned it earlier but had been far too…preoccupied to ask. “Why are the both of you clothed? Didn’t we go to bed naked?”
Ryder answered for them both. “Mmhmm. We had to do something during the night, though.”
I frowned. “You had to work? In the middle of the night? I thought you were on leave.”
He pointed at the Christmas tree to our right and my eyebrows nearly flew to my hairline as I finally gave it any attention. There…were wrapped presents under the three. More than the three I had left for Ryder. The three I had gone to bed with. Emotion clogged me out of nowhere as I leaped out of bed, looking at the tree with excitement. “You…you bought me presents?”
“Of course we did,” Ryder answered. “I know it’s not the present you asked for last night, but I’m hoping it’s at least a little something. So, you know just how much I love you.”
Instantly, I felt like a little child. “Well? Get down here! I want to open them.”
They both laughed at me, though moved when they noticed I was completely and utterly serious.
I didn’t fuck around over presents.
Lucas sat on my right, keeping a respectful distance that made me hesitate, given everything we had done last night and this morning, while Ryder stood against the wall, leaning confidently. He was tall enough that the fairy lights above him nearly hit his head.
“I didn’t get you anything, though,” I pouted, looking at Lucas.
He merely shrugged. “I’m good right here. This is a better Christmas than I’ve had in a long time already.”
I made a vow to myself to get him something for Christmas, even if I would force it out of him. But, until then…I leaned forward, eagerly opening the presents in front of us, and ignoring every mocking laugh that fell out of their mouths.
I could be greedy in sex. But I would never turn down something wrapped in a pretty bow, either.
The contents of each box nearly made me want to cry with the, somehow, thoughtfulness of each thing. Lucas gifted me a set of pens, perfect for annotating all of my books, while Ryder gifted me a pairing book that he had noticed was in my sights. The same went with a new coffee cup, covered in little candy canes, while Lucas gifted me a batch of peppermint mocha coffee.
All of the gifts matched in tandem.
It felt like a message.
One that tugged on my heart forcefully.
After I had finished opening all of my gifts, I watched as Ryder opened his, emotion filling my eyes. As much as I loved gift receiving, I loved gift giving even more. The first and second gifts were small—picture frames of our last few dates, and one of the newest Kindles for his equally matching reading addiction.
It was the third one, and the one I made him save for last, that excited me.
I watched as he pulled out a stuffed teddy bear wearing a Marine Corps uniform, complete in work camo and its own dog tag. His face pinched as he stared down at it, confused. Chuckling, he twisted it around to face the both of us. “You got me a stuffed animal?”
I shook my head. “It’s not for you.”
He looked at me, squinting. Lucas did the same.
I continued. “It’s for our future baby.”
Both of them slowly blinked at me. “But…you’re not pregnant.”
“No. But, before everything, Ryder and I had talked about getting a surrogate. Or if anyone would be willing to donate. So, this was me essentially telling you, ‘yes,’ and let’s try. Before…everything. I had it already planned for when you’d come home.” My head shook as I laughed nervously. “You just kinda beat me to it.”
Ryder and Lucas exchanged gazes, and I narrowed my eyes as Ryder began laughing. It tore through him, almost hysterical, and echoed off the room. I turned to Lucas, and confusion wracked through me as his own shoulders shook in a silent laughter.
“What?” I demanded.
I thought I was being thoughtful. What the fuck was happening.
Lucas broke his laughter first. “We had one more gift to give you, but…I think I need to return mine.”
Confusion didn’t even match what I was feeling at that point. “Okay?”
Ryder reached behind him, still chuckling and nearly needing to wipe tears from his eyes, and pulled out a small, pink package out of his jeans pocket. Lucas leaned forward, doing the same, and I watched as they placed the items in front of me.
One was a pregnancy test box.
The other was an after-morning contraceptive.
I frowned at the items in front of me. Looking them both in the eyes, I voiced my confusion. “What does this mean?”
Lucas spoke first, his voice hoarse. “It means, we hadn’t talked this through yet. And there’s…so fucking much to talk about. But we were going to leave the final choice up to you.”
I blinked. Twice. “One more time?”
Ryder spoke this time. “If you want things to go back exactly as they were before last night, and this morning, they will. And you can take Lucas’ gift. Or, if you want to try this out, then you can take mine.”
Realization hit me.
Boys were fucking idiots.
I turned towards Ryder first. Then Lucas. I wanted to discuss so much with both of them, and I knew we had a plentiful amount of serious discussions in our future. But, in a moment of blind-trusting faith, I shook my head and leaned forward to grab the pregnancy test.
The words that came out of my mouth, with the teddy bear that had already proclaimed my decision into the world, surprised no one. “I want to be a mom.”
“I know,” they said, somehow in unison.
I rolled my eyes as I realized I would have to spell it out for them. Looking at Lucas, I added, “I have questions.”
“Believe me, I do, too.”
“And conditions.”
“Conditions?”
“Oh yeah. Lots of conditions,” I said, though pointed at the contraceptive pill. “But yeah, you really need to go get your money back for that.”
The both of them exhaled forcefully, almost as though they were waiting for me to break both of their hearts, even after their laughing fit, and it saddened me, just as much as it exhilarated me.
To be wanted and loved by one man was a luxury, but to be so by two men—and one of them being someone we had already considered family for so long? Unforgettable.
“Yeah?” Lucas asked, forcing me to keep eye contact with him.
I nodded, smiling.
Ryder smiled along with us. “I told you, so, dipshit.”
I rolled my eyes again.
Men.
“You should go lay down on the bed, though,” I said, grinning evil as I turned to Lucas.
It was his turn to look utterly complexed, and Ryder—even with tears in his eyes—held the same look of confusion. “Why?”
I shrugged innocently, even as I took off the Ryder’s big t-shirt. My body still ached more than I cared to admit, and the air itself made my nipples pebble, but I stood confidently over the man I hoped I would come to love in the coming months—just like Ryder.
“You didn’t get anything for Christmas. You may as well get to have some fun, right?”
Ryder laughed, though equally began unbuttoning his jeans without questioning it as Lucas answered with a tilt to his voice. “Well, I won’t fight that one, Mamas.”