Chapter 15 #3
But Noel’s hand is there, keeping my legs spread. “Let us play, sweetheart.”
Kane rubs the candy canes over me, the curved handles slick and smooth against my oversensitized flesh, and I’m squirming at the sensation. Cool and hard and so different from fingers.
Then he pushes both the pointy ends inside me slowly, carefully, and I gasp at the strange feeling.
Noel hooks one of my legs over his thigh while Kane does the same with my other leg, spreading me wide open for them.
The curly handles of the candy canes stick out obscenely, facing upward, and both men are staring down between my thighs like they’ve created a masterpiece.
“This is our new festive tradition,” Noel declares.
“Best Christmas decoration ever,” Kane agrees.
They each grasp one of the handles and pull the candy canes out slowly, then before I can process what they’re doing, they put them in their own mouths.
Both of them moan around the peppermint sticks.
“Holy hell.” Kane’s eyes roll back slightly. “Best candy cane I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.”
“Fuck yeah,” Noel groans.
They put the candy canes back inside me, and I’m gasping and writhing as they work them in and out, using them to tease me while their free hands roam my body, squeezing my breasts, stroking my thighs, touching everywhere they can reach.
Building me up again. Slowly this time, drawing it out, making me beg silently for release.
My body is on fire. Every touch sends electricity through me. I’m moaning constantly now, unable to stay quiet, my hips moving as I watch them dip those candy canes into me and then suck them.
That’s when I notice movement through my pleasure-hazed vision.
Cold air rushes through the house, and all three of us freeze, turning our heads toward the kitchen entrance.
Corn Dog trots through the living room like he owns the place, completely unconcerned with the scene he’s interrupting. He plods over to the fireplace with heavy steps and plonks himself down directly in front of it, releasing a contented sigh.
We all burst out laughing, the absurdity of the moment cutting through the sexual tension.
I grab for the blanket and yank it over my naked body, pushing away the guys and their candy canes with giggles. “We can’t do anything with him right there. He’s literally watching us.”
“Corn Dog, you need to leave,” Kane states firmly, but there’s no real authority in his voice because he’s still laughing.
“But he’s cold,” I protest, my earlier arousal fading slightly in the face of having an audience. “Look at him by the fire. He’s comfortable. We can’t kick him out into the freezing barn now.”
“He’s cock-blocking us,” Noel says flatly, standing up and adjusting the sock still covering his erection.
I’m laughing so hard my stomach hurts.
Noel stalks toward the kitchen, muttering about the doggie door his grandfather installed years ago that Corn Dog keeps breaking through, and I hear him securing it properly.
I find my panties tangled in the blanket and pull them on quickly, then my leggings, while Kane watches with obvious disappointment.
“This doesn’t end here,” Kane says, his voice still rough with arousal. “We’re taking this upstairs to finish properly.”
But that’s when the front door opens with a blast of cold air and Chris’s voice carries through.
“What the hell now?” Kane moans.
“Fuck, you guys will not believe what I just discovered about Scot,” Chris calls out.
I’m scrambling now, dragging on my tank top and oversized shirt, trying to look like I wasn’t just being pleasured with candy canes thirty seconds ago.
Chris’s eyes immediately widen at the scene before him.
Noel returns from securing the kitchen door, wearing absolutely nothing except a white tube sock over his very obvious erection. Kane is in the same state.
Chris scents the air deeply, his nostrils flaring, and I watch his pupils dilate. “You couldn’t wait for me before starting?”
“We were warming her up for you,” Kane says with zero shame, that cocky grin firmly in place.
“So, what did you find out about Scot?” I ask quickly, trying to redirect before Chris decides to join whatever this situation is.
He toes off his boots by the door and drops his keys in the ceramic bowl on the entry table. Then his gaze lands on the fireplace. “Why is Corn Dog in the house?”
“He was cold,” I say defensively, pulling the blanket tighter around myself even though I’m fully dressed now. “And he’s currently sleeping peacefully.”
The other two guys shrug at Chris with matching expressions of We tried. “We didn’t want to say no to her,” Noel explains.
“Clearly,” Chris mutters, but there’s amusement dancing in his moss-green eyes despite his words.
Chris crosses to me and takes my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing my knuckles with such unexpected gentleness that my heart does this complicated flutter thing in my chest. The gesture is so tender, so different from the rough passion of moments ago, that I’m momentarily speechless.
“Well, I found some very interesting information about Scot tonight,” Chris explains, his expression shifting to something more serious as he releases my hand. “Not sure what to make of it yet, but something’s definitely wrong there.”
“What is it?” I ask, sitting up straighter.
Noel and Kane have pulled their pants back on, though they’re still shirtless, and they’re moving closer, curiosity written across their faces.
“When I was driving those dancing criminals to the station, they were whispering in the back seat,” Chris explains, running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t make out most of it over the engine and the radio, but I swear I heard them mention the name Scot multiple times.”
“Oh?” I say slowly, my mind already trying to make connections. “I mean, there are probably other Scots in town besides the one I know.”
“Right, that’s what I thought initially,” Chris agrees out loud. “But we always keep the back of our transport vehicle bugged with a microphone. We’ve caught a lot of valuable intel that way when criminals think they’re having private conversations back there.”
“I listened to the full recording after I finished processing them downtown,” Chris continues.
“And they were definitely talking about someone named Scot who hired them and promised to pay them extremely well. They were debating back and forth about whether this Scot would still honor the payment considering they got arrested for their outstanding warrants and didn’t actually finish performing the strip show. ”
My stomach drops.
“It gets weirder,” Chris continues. “One of them mentioned something about Scot wanting to make sure the event didn’t go too well, but not so badly that it would be obvious it was sabotaged.”
I’m on my feet now, the blanket falling away. “That has to be my Scot. That asshole. And I don’t get the payment thing, as I paid them already in advance for tonight. Why would Scot be paying them too?”
“Where did you even find their contact information?” Noel asks.
I press my lips together, thinking back. “It was over a month ago when I was first booking everything for this event. But now that I’m thinking about it, the contact came directly from Scot. He recommended them specifically, said they were the best in the area.”
“So he deliberately steered you toward criminals who could give a mediocre performance back when you were both still partners?” Chris says. “That seems odd.”
I shrug helplessly. “It feels strange because we were still on good terms when I booked them. We hadn’t had our falling out yet. But…” I trail off, a horrible thought occurring to me. “What if he was setting me up to fail for weeks or even months? But I don’t get it. He never showed signs of that.”
Chris shakes his head, his jaw tight with anger. “I’d bet my left nut that Scot is involved in some shady shit way beyond just being a dick to his business partner. The question is, what’s his endgame here?”
“Problem is those dancers aren’t getting out anytime soon,” Noel adds. “They’ll be held at least until their court date, maybe longer depending on their bail situation and the severity of their charges. So we can’t exactly track them.”
My mind is spiraling, thinking about Scot and everything that’s at stake.
“Only one solution,” Kane says firmly. “We start tracking Scot’s movements around town. See exactly what he’s up to and who he’s meeting with.”
I nod automatically, but the thought of Scot possibly orchestrating something from weeks ago has completely deflated me. I feel tired suddenly, a bone-deep exhaustion.
I sigh heavily. “I think I’m going to head to my room. Process all of this.” I get to my feet and start heading to the stairs.
“Absolutely not,” Noel says immediately, and there’s steel in his voice.
I turn to find both him and Kane moving toward me.
“After that news, we’re all watching a movie together,” Noel continues, and it’s not a suggestion.
“Something to get your mind out of that spiral I can already see happening behind your eyes. You’re not going to let that asshole get into your head and ruin what was a perfectly good evening. ”
“But—” I start to protest.
“No buts,” Kane interrupts, and they’re literally each taking one of my arms and guiding me back to the couch. “You’re staying down here with us.”
I notice the candy canes still sitting on the side table, sticky and slightly melted now.
“Let me get changed into something more comfortable,” Chris says, already heading for the stairs. “I’ll be right back.”
I glance over at Corn Dog, who’s still snoozing peacefully by the fire, completely oblivious to the craziness around him. He opens one eye as if sensing my attention, and I swear there’s something knowing in that look.
Like even he understands that these three Alphas won’t let me withdraw into my worry and anxiety. That they’re going to surround me with their presence until I have no choice but to relax.
And despite the troubling news about Scot, and everything hanging over my head, I sink back into the couch cushions between Kane and Noel.
Their body heat surrounds me immediately, and their scents wrap around me like a security blanket.
For tonight, at least, I’m exactly where I need to be.
Safe. Protected. Cared for.
Even if I’m still figuring out how to accept it.