Chapter 34 Tish
TISH
The warmth of their bodies surrounds me as we sink onto the thick rug in front of the crackling fireplace.
The Christmas tree lights twinkle softly in my peripheral vision, casting a magical glow over everything.
The alcohol has made me bold, reckless in a way I’ve never been before.
Carl’s hands are in my hair, his fingers tangling in the long black strands as he pulls me closer.
His lips find mine, and I taste the whiskey on his tongue. Behind me, Jake’s hands slide around my waist, his breath hot against my neck as he presses kisses along my shoulder.
“Trisha,” Carl murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with desire. The way he says my full name sends shivers down my spine.
Ash moves closer, his brown eyes dark with want as he watches us.
His hand reaches out to trace along my jaw, and I lean into his touch. The firelight dances across his features, highlighting the small scar at the corner of his mouth.
Jake’s hands find the hem of my dress, slowly lifting it up over my thighs, to my waist.
Ash and Carl join in and soon the dress is lifted over my head and tossed to the side.
The cool air hits my skin, but I’m immediately warmed by their gazes, their touches.
Carl’s mouth moves to my throat, placing open-mouthed kisses along my pulse point.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jake whispers in my ear, his hands skimming along my sides. His touch is electric, sending sparks through my entire body.
Ash’s fingers work at the clasp of my bra, and soon it joins my dress on the floor. Carl’s mouth moves lower, and I arch into him, my hands fisting in his silver hair. The contrast of his experienced touch and Jake’s playful exploration has me dizzy with sensation.
Jake’s lips find my shoulder blade, trailing kisses across my back while his hands explore my curves.
I can feel Ash’s eyes on me, watching every reaction, every gasp and moan that escapes my lips.
“Come here,” Ash says softly, his voice commanding yet gentle. I turn toward him, and he captures my mouth in a kiss that’s different from Carl’s, more controlled but no less passionate. His hands frame my face as he deepens the kiss, and I melt into him.
The firelight flickers across my bare skin, and I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but instead I feel powerful.
These three incredible men want me, and I want them just as desperately.
Jake moves to shed his own clothes, his movements quick and eager. Soon he’s pressing against my back again, skin to skin, and the sensation is overwhelming.
Carl follows suit, his clothes joining the growing pile on the floor.
Ash is the last to undress, his movements more deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine.
When he’s finally naked, I can’t help but admire all three of them.
Carl with his lean, experienced body marked by years of hockey.
Jake with his perfectly sculpted muscles and that cocky grin. Ash with his protective strength evident in every line of his frame.
Carl guides me down onto the soft rug, the firelight casting dancing shadows across our bodies.
The Christmas tree lights provide a soft, romantic backdrop as he positions himself above me.
His lips find mine again as he enters me slowly, carefully, and I gasp at the sensation.
“God, Trisha,” he breathes against my mouth, his control evident in every movement. He sets a steady rhythm, his experience showing in the way he reads my body, adjusting his angle until I’m crying out with pleasure.
Jake moves to my side, his mouth finding my breast while his hand tangles in my hair.
The dual sensations of Carl moving within me and Jake’s talented mouth have me writhing beneath them.
Ash watches from beside us, his hand stroking himself as he takes in the sight.
When Carl finally reaches his release, he collapses beside me, pulling me against his chest.
But Jake is already there, ready to take his place. His approach is different, more playful, more teasing.
He trails kisses down my body, taking his time to explore every inch of skin.
Jake grins up at me from between my thighs, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he says before his mouth finds me, and I arch off the rug with a cry of pleasure.
He takes his time, bringing me to the edge again and again before finally positioning himself above me.
When he enters me, it’s with a different energy than Carl, younger, more urgent, but no less skilled.
His movements are confident, practiced, and soon I’m lost in the rhythm he sets.
Ash moves closer, and I reach for him, my hand wrapping around his length.
He groans at my touch, his hips moving into my grip. The sight of him losing control because of me is intoxicating.
Jake’s pace increases, and I can feel myself building toward release.
When it hits, it’s like lightning, and I cry out, my body arching beneath him. He follows moments later, his own release shuddering through him as he collapses against me.
We lie there for a moment, catching our breath, before Ash finally takes his turn.
His approach is different from both Carl and Jake, more intense, more focused.
He positions me on my hands and knees, his hands gripping my hips as he enters me from behind.
The angle is incredible, and I can’t hold back my moans as he moves within me. Carl and Jake watch from either side, their hands stroking my hair, my face, offering gentle touches and whispered encouragements.
Ash’s control is impressive, but I can feel it slipping as his movements become more urgent. His grip on my hips tightens, and I know he’s close.
When he finally lets go, it’s with a growl that sends vibrations through my entire body, and my inner muscles clench, tighten, then pulse with release.
Afterward, we collapse together on the rug, our bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs.
Carl pulls a throw blanket from the couch, covering us as we lie there in the afterglow.
The fire crackles softly, and the Christmas tree lights continue their gentle twinkling.
Jake’s arm is around my waist, his face buried in my hair.
Carl’s hand rests on my hip, his breathing already evening out as exhaustion takes hold. Ash lies beside me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm.
“Merry Christmas, Trisha,” Carl murmurs sleepily, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“Merry Christmas,” I whisper back, though I’m not sure if any of them hear me. The alcohol and the intensity of what just happened are catching up with me, and my eyelids grow heavy.
The last thing I remember is the warmth of their bodies surrounding me, the soft glow of the Christmas lights, and the feeling of being completely, utterly satisfied.
I wake to darkness, the fire long since died to cold embers.
For a moment, I’m disoriented, unsure of where I am or why I’m lying on the floor.
Then the memories come flooding back—the drinks, the heated looks, the way their hands felt on my skin.
Oh god. What did I do?
I’m still naked, still tangled up with three equally naked men.
Carl’s arm is draped across my waist, Jake’s leg is thrown over mine, and Ash’s hand rests on my hip.
Only a faint pre-dawn light filters through the curtained windows.
Panic rises in my chest as the full reality of the situation hits me. I slept with all three of them! At the same time! What was I thinking?
Carefully, slowly, I begin to extract myself from their embrace. Carl stirs slightly when I move his arm but doesn’t wake.
Jake mumbles something in his sleep but doesn’t open his eyes.
Ash’s hand slides away as I shift, and I hold my breath, waiting to see if he’ll wake.
They don’t.
I gather my clothes as quietly as possible, my hands shaking as I pull on my sweater dress.
My heart is pounding so loud I’m sure it will wake them, but they remain asleep on the rug, the blanket now covering only their lower bodies.
I need to get out of here. I need to think, to process what happened, to figure out what this means. But I can’t do that with them here, can’t face their questions or their expectations or whatever this has become.
I have to get Becky!
Although arrangements were made for both girls to stay at the babysitter’s cabin for a sleepover, I need to get home, showered, and pull myself together before picking her up.
It’s Christmas morning. She’s going to expect presents and fun.
I slip my feet into my boots and grab my coat from the chair where I’d left it. One last look at the three of them sleeping peacefully by the dead fireplace, then I’m moving toward the door.
The cold morning air hits me like a slap as I step outside the lodge, but I welcome it.
I need the shock, need something to clear my head and help me figure out what the hell I’m going to do now.