11. Whipped Cream & A White Christmas
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Whipped Cream a decade ago, Koda, Ev, and I would have subjected that bastard to a taste of his own bitter medicine. Yet we’re no longer the reckless souls we once were. Still, something has to be fucking done—he can’t continue to prey on women as if it’s acceptable. He needs to be taught a fucking lesson, and I’m certain that Koda and Ev share my feelings too.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I gaze out the window as the sun begins to tease the horizon. The darkness still reigns, but the snow glimmers beneath the moon’s gentle glow. My thoughts swirl around how we can address this issue and take action. I know Ember is resilient and strong, but she shouldn’t have to bear this burden alone. In the morning, I plan to speak with Koda and Ev, hoping we can devise a plan to set things right. For now, I just want to be there for Ember to show her unwavering support. Christmas is upon us, mere hours away before the house awakens with lively chatter. The imminent thought of Ember’s departure tugs at my heart; none of us want her to go.
A part of me wants for her to become a permanent member of our unconventional family, but I need to discuss it with Koda and Ev. For now, my main concern is Ember’s well-being. I can’t let her leave without knowing she’s alright, and if that means confronting the man who caused her pain, then so fucking be it. It’s the least we can do. We’ll sort it out. Together, we’ll make things right.
I hear footsteps in the hallway, and my door creaks open, drawing my gaze to Ember. She stands hesitantly at the threshold, nervously chewing her lower lip, a shadow of worry etched in her deep brown eyes.
“What’s wrong, doll?” I ask.
“I couldn’t sleep anymore. Can I come in?” She replies softly.
I step over to her, taking her hand gently. “Do you want to lie down and see if you can drift off again?”
She meets my gaze, desire flickering in her eyes, a longing that feels palpable. Without a moment’s hesitation, her lips find mine, pulling me deeper into my room. I stumble back, taken aback but not resisting. Ember’s kiss is tender and warm, stirring something within me as her hands caress my skin. We tumble onto the bed together, lost in the electric connection, the world around us fading away. Eventually, we pull apart, breathless and slightly dazed.
“I didn’t see that coming,” I say, my voice low and hoarse.
“Neither did I,” Ember admits, a shy blush rising to her cheeks. “But I’m happy it happened.”
We lay here in silence, our fingers woven together, feeling the warmth of each other. The fear that once clouded her eyes has been replaced with softness—a vulnerability that captivates me. This is the Ember I’ve always known, but now there’s an openness in her gaze that tells me she’s allowing me in like never before.
“I’m sorry for kissing you like that,” she murmurs, breaking the stillness. “I just... I needed to feel something other than fear.”
Gently, I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, my heart aching for her turmoil. “You have nothing to apologize for,” I reassure her. “I’m here for you, Ember. Always.”
Ember
Typically, Christmas finds me at home with my parents, relishing every moment. However, this year is different, in ways I never expected. To be honest, I could have returned yesterday; the roads had cleared, but something deep within kept me here with my friends.
During my time with them, I’ve come to realize I’m not alone in facing my own version of hell.
Koda endures his torment, deprived of contact with his child, still paying for a crime he didn’t commit.
Baine is ensnared in a loveless existence, burdened by turmoil, hurt, and depression .
Everest continues to grapple with the heartbreaking pain of losing his child—something only those who have experienced it can truly understand.
Each day spent here eases my pain, and the fog begins to lift, bit by bit. I believe the four of us were meant to be together, bound by our mutual struggles, to help heal one another in ways no one else can.
As the days go by, we find ourselves sharing more stories and finding solace in each other’s pain. Although it’s been a gradual process, I can sense the weight lifting from my shoulders. For the first time in a long while, I feel a flicker of hope—hope that perhaps, just perhaps, we can all find a path to healing and a way to move forward.
Despite the hardships that brought us together, I am filled with gratitude for the bond we’ve formed. It feels as if fate brought us together for a reason—to support and uplift one another through the shadows of our lives.
I’m uncertain of what the future holds for us, but I am deeply thankful to have these men by my side. I may not be home for Christmas this year, but in a way, I feel I’ve found a new family in these guys. And for now, that’s more than enough.
Wrapped in Baine’s arms, I gaze out at the snow-dusted branches swaying in the biting wind. I shiver at the imagined cold and instinctively push back against Baine. Without missing a beat, he curls his arm around my hip, tugging me even closer, his hand dangerously near the warmth that simmers between my aching thighs.
I’ve never been particularly sexual, but since Koda took my virginity, an insatiable craving has blossomed within me. I want more—much more. With Shawn, it was different; he took something from me that I wasn’t willing to give, and that experience was tainted with something dark and revolting. But with Koda, Baine, and Everest, their touch brings me pleasure rather than pain—rather than disgust.
As I shift, I feel Baine's arousal pressing against me, prompting me to wiggle and intensify the sensation. Baine lets out a low growl as I move, pressing his lips to my neck, kissing and nibbling at my skin. His touch sends electric shivers through me, igniting a longing for more. Yet, as much as I yearn for him, I recognize the need to take it slowly. Gently, I nudge his hand away and turn to face him, our eyes locking in a moment charged with unspoken desire.
"I want you," Baine murmurs, his breath warm against my lips. "But only if you're sure."
I nod, my heart racing, fully aware of my own desires. "Oh, I'm sure."
As our lips meet, a warmth floods through me, dispelling the last traces of cold that linger. Baine draws me closer, and my thoughts are consumed by the gentle pressure of his touch and the pleasure of being with someone who genuinely cares for me. I know I’ve finally discovered what I’ve been searching for—a connection that makes me feel truly alive.
“Merry Christmas, doll,” he whispers against my lips, entangling his fingers in my hair and giving it a gentle tug that elicits a soft moan from my throat.
“Merry Christmas, Baine.”
Our clothes come off—what little we had on—and before I can process it, Baine rises, pulling me by my ankles to the edge of the bed. His eyes light up with hunger as they roam over me, and a feral groan escapes his lips. He grips my waist with strong hands, lifting me slightly to find the perfect angle.
Without hesitation, he dips his head, burying his face between my thighs, his tongue igniting a pleasurable fire that courses through me, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. I reach down, entangling my fingers in his hair, urging him closer as I succumb to the waves of pleasure he brings. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before—a symphony of gasps and moans escaping my lips with every flick of his tongue.
I’m consumed by passion and desire, a heat like never before igniting between us. Baine’s all-consuming touch sweeps me away on a tide of pleasure. He lifts his head, his chin glistening with my arousal, and the sight makes my legs tremble. His hands slide beneath me, lifting me so he has the perfect angle to enter. He lines up his cock with my entrance and pushes in slowly, making me feel every exquisite inch as I envelop him. A guttural moan spills from my lips as I arch my back, instinctively rising to meet his relentless thrusts. I grasp the sheets tightly, losing myself in the whirlwind of sensation.
“Jesus, doll. This will never get old. Your pussy is so damn good,” he grunts, moving in circles, his cock plunging into me with unyielding ferocity.
He eases back, then surges back in, slamming into me in a hard stroke that leaves us both gasping. My body ignites, every fiber alive with pleasure as Baine’s powerful movements escalate the intensity. Time becomes meaningless as we meld into one, engulfed in our shared ecstasy, where nothing else matters. It’s a moment of pure bliss, a connection that transcends anything I’ve known, and just as we reach the pinnacle of our desire, he captures my lips with his, pushing me over the edge as his tongue entwines with mine.
“Are you ready to see what Santa brought you?” he asks with a playful smirk, stirring a spark of intrigue within me as I raise an eyebrow in curiosity.
Kod a
Sitting in the living room with Ev, sipping spiked coffee, I can hear Ember's voice drifting in the air. She's almost here. I exchange a glance with Ev, sharing in his grin.
“I can’t believe Christmas is already here.”
“I know, it came up fast.”
I glance out the window, a thick fog clouding my thoughts, and one person occupies my mind: that bastard Shawn. We need to settle the score for what he did. But should we involve Ember in this? That’s the million-dollar question.
“What’s got you lost in thought now? You should be smiling, Koda.”
“I am happy, but I can’t shake that moherfucker from my mind.”
A wicked smile spreads across Ev’s face as he rubs his hands together. “Let’s pay him a visit tonight while she’s asleep.”
I consider it; it’s not a bad plan. “But we can’t take her with us, and I don’t want to leave her alone.”
“One of us can stay behind while the other two handle him.”
“Do we tell her, though?”
He nods, conviction in his gaze. “Yeah, I think we should.”
“What if she hates us for it?”
“Let her. If we’re protecting her, that’s what matters. At least we’ll know he can’t hurt anyone again.”
“Alright, we’ll tell her,” I concede reluctantly, still uncertain about her reaction. “But how do we exact our revenge?”
An idea sparks in my mind as I look at him, hopeful that it’s clever enough to work. “There are plenty of guys from the club who would do just about anything, Ev. Why not utilize that?”
“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” I nod, aware of how twisted my plan sounds but desperate for it to succeed.
“He won’t see it coming,” Ev grins slyly.
I nod, a sense of satisfaction washing over me at the thought of finally getting payback on Shawn.
Footsteps approach, halting our conversation about revenge. I look up to see Ember entering the living room with Baine behind her, both beaming with joy.
She strides right over and hugs Ev, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. “Merry Christmas, Ev.”
“Merry Christmas, my little vixen."
She turns to me, settling on my lap, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Merry Christmas, Koda.”
“Merry Christmas, my little Ember.” I cup her cheek in my hand and pull her closer, our lips meeting instinctively.
“Mmm.” She sighs softly as we part, enveloped in the festive atmosphere.
Surrounded by the tree, I gesture to Baine to retrieve the gifts we bought her, my face lighting up with anticipation. “We got you something.”
“You shouldn’t have, Koda.”
“Oh, you’re going to love what we found. They’re not just for you—they’re for us, too.”
“Okay, now you have my attention,” she laughs, her excitement radiating from her beautiful features. “I got you something as well, but I’ll give it to you later.” A hint of sadness lingers in her tone, but I brush it aside.
“Open your presents, baby.” I whisper, teasingly flicking her earlobe with my tongue, eliciting a shiver from her.
“Okay, okay,” Ember giggles, reaching for the gifts, her excitement palpable. “Which one should I open first?”
Ember
As I sit in the center of the living room floor, I feel a flutter of nerves with everyone's gaze fixed upon me. Before me lie three beautifully wrapped gifts, and my mind races with curiosity about their contents. Yet, knowing the thoughtfulness of their givers, I realize it might be a mystery I can't solve.
“Don’t be nervous, my little Ember,” Koda encourages, a warm smile on his face.
“Alright, alright. Which one should I open first?” I ask, glancing at the enticing packages.
“Choose whichever you like,” he replies with a playful wink.
After pondering for a moment, I reach for Baine's gift, captivated by the vibrant green wrapping adorned with a shiny red bow.
“Open it, doll,” he urges .
With a smile of anticipation, I eagerly unwrap the gift. As the paper falls away, my jaw drops at the sight of the red leather cuffs I pull from the box, dangling them between my fingers.
“Handcuffs?” I exclaim, bewildered yet intrigued.
“Yeah, they’re a perfect match for your other gifts…” Baine says, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
“They're sexy, Baine. Thank you,” I respond softly, running my fingers over the smooth leather.
A shiver dances up my spine, igniting a warmth that pools at my core as vivid images of us using them flash through my mind.
Next, I turn to Everest's gift, a long box wrapped in festive red paper decorated with delicate snowflakes, topped with a silver bow.
“Open it, open it!” he urges, excitement radiating from him.
“Calm down, I’m getting there,” I chuckle, sharing a playful moment with him as I rip into the wrapping and crumple it into a ball.
Confusion blooms again as I pull out a can of whipped cream, already sensing the implications.
“Whipped cream, huh?” I tease, raising an eyebrow.
“Yep, it’s tasty,” he replies, licking his lips as a cheeky grin spreads across his face, prompting a smile to tug at my own lips.
Meeting Koda's gaze, I spot a devilish smirk that promises something thrilling when I unveil his gift.
“Go ahead, my little Ember. Open it,” he urges, the anticipation in his voice palpable.
With bated breath, I delicately peel away the gold wrapping from the last box, my heart racing as I uncover its contents. My eyes widen in surprise, a delightful flutter igniting within me as I recognize what it is.
“Is this a—”
“A butt plug, oh yes. We’re in for a night of fun, my little Ember... all of us,” he declares, his tone charged with excitement.
A smile dances on my lips as I lift my gaze to the three men surrounding me, each one radiating anticipation and desire. Heat floods my cheeks as the reality of the moment sinks in, and I take a deep breath to steady myself. Locking eye contact with each of them, a thrilling sense of adventure wakes within me.
“Alright then,” I say, a mischievous smile spreading across my face. “I suppose this is going to be a night to remember.”