Chapter 26
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
ADDISON
“Merry Christmas, baby.” Roman’s voice is thick with sleep as he presses slow, lazy kisses along the curve of my neck, pulling me tighter into his arms until there’s no space left between us.
We’re tangled together in the bed I’ve been sharing with my three men every night since I landed in Boston, and honestly, moving here is the best decision I’ve ever made.
They can’t keep their hands off me, or each other, and it feels like we’re trying to make up for all the time we lost—not just the time they’ve been back in Boston without me, but all those years we spent apart, wanting and waiting and never quite letting ourselves have this.
Ever since that night when Roman and I finally stopped pretending the tension between us was anything less than love, it’s like all that old pain just vanished.
Every kiss, every possessive graze of his fingers, is as intense and raw as what he gives Jasper and Zeke.
I get the same hungry, desperate affection that leaves my skin buzzing and makes me feel more wanted than I ever thought possible.
“Merry Christmas,” I mutter against Roman’s jaw, my lips dragging over the stubble on his skin before I catch his mouth in a sleepy kiss. I roll over to face Zeke, grazing my mouth over his, teasing him awake. He starts to stir beneath me, lips parting, his tongue lazy as it licks into my mouth.
Jasper’s arm reaches across Roman’s chest, where he spent the night glued to his back, and I slip my fingers between his, squeezing tight.
“Can we get up and do gifts? I’ve been itching my ass off to give Addie hers.”
“What is it?” I ask, and the second Jasper opens his mouth, Roman’s already twisting and pinning him to the mattress with one arm braced beside his head and his knee pressed between his legs.
“Do I need to keep your mouth busy just to keep it shut?”
“Are you threatening me or making a promise, Captain?” Jasper fires back, cocky as ever, and Roman shuts him up with a kiss.
Zeke slides his arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest. “Ready for your gift, beautiful?”
I laugh, brushing his messy dark hair back from his face. “Pretty sure nothing will beat waking up between you three.”
“Oh, this is going to make you so fucking needy for us, angel,” Jasper says, still laughing as Roman climbs off him and drags him out of bed by the wrist.
Zeke flips me on top of him, his big hands grabbing my ass as he pulls me down for a kiss.
“Love you,” I whisper against his mouth.
He flashes that devastating grin, then rises to his feet, hauling me up with my legs still cinched around his waist. He carries me from the bedroom, one arm under my ass, the other wrapped securely around my back, holding me tight against his chest.
The living room is glowing with warm, twinkling lights.
They waited for me to get here before decorating their place—well, our place now, since they refuse to let me call it anything else.
Every time I slip and say “your apartment” or “your couch,” they’re quick to correct me.
And god, did they romance me. Christmas music was playing, champagne was poured, and the three of them pulled me into the middle of their world while Zeke and I hung ornaments side by side, laughing while Jasper and Roman watched.
It ended the only way it could with us—me wrapped up in a mess of Christmas lights, wrists bound and body on offer, while each of them took turns teasing, playing, and worshipping me.
Their hands were on my thighs, while their mouths were between them, using me in the most devastatingly delicious way.
Like I said, best decision ever.
Zeke lowers me into Jasper’s arms when we reach the tree, settling me into his lap.
He wraps his arms around my waist, and his chin hooks over my shoulder like he has no intention of letting me go.
At the same time, Zeke moves behind Roman, curling himself around him and pressing gentle kisses along his shoulder.
We pass around gifts like we’ve been doing this forever, and somehow, it’s effortless. My gifts are a mix of everything I love—books I’ve been dying to read, impossibly soft lingerie of all different colors, and a pair of delicate, angel wing earrings.
Roman leans forward and places one last box in my lap. It’s smaller than the rest, wrapped in plain black paper and tied with a strip of red velvet, and I know the second I touch it, whatever this is, it matters.
“Before you open this, baby, I need you to know that whatever you feel, or any reaction you have, it’s absolutely okay,” Roman says.
“That’s… honestly a little terrifying,” I admit, glancing at him before I start on the ribbon. When I look up, three sets of eyes are locked on me. “Are you all okay?”
“You’re killing me, baby. Just open it!” Jasper blurts, practically bouncing in place beside me now. I lift the lid and see a set of keys nestled inside. Not keys to this place—they already gave me those the second we walked out of the rink after their game.
“What are these for?” I ask, turning the keys over in my hand.
“They’re for a building,” Roman answers, watching me closely.
“A building?”
“Your building,” Jasper cuts in, grinning so wide it nearly splits his face in half. “It’s yours to do whatever the hell you want with.”
“We know how much you loved your bookstore and how hard it was to give it up to be with us. So if you want to recreate it here, you can. If you want to do something completely different with it, then do that. And if you’re not ready and don’t want to do anything with it right now, it’ll sit there until you know.
We just want you to be happy and to have the life you always dreamed of.
” My throat tightens at Zeke’s words, and my eyes fill with tears.
Jasper leans in and gently swipes his thumb under my eye, catching the tear as it falls. “Are these happy tears, angel?” I nod, then throw myself into all three of them, arms around shoulders and necks, buried into what has to be the best hug on earth.
“I don’t know how to thank you. I never… I could never have expected this.” My voice cracks as I shake my head, still in disbelief, and my boys hold me tighter. “Thank you so much.”
Roman grabs his phone and pulls up photos of the building, the location, and even a list of designers he’s already saved for me so I can have the best of everything when I’m ready. I have no idea what I did to deserve this kind of love, but I know I’ll never let it go.
“Who wants breakfast?” Jasper asks, but before anyone can answer, Zeke tugs me into his lap, lips brushing my ear.
“Watch,” he murmurs, nodding toward the two of them just as Roman stands and grabs a present from under the tree.
“Jasper,” Roman calls, tossing the box across the room. Jasper catches it easily, grinning at him. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
Jasper rips open the box, and inside sits the biggest bottle of lube I think I’ve ever seen. I can’t help it—I snort, clapping a hand over my mouth as Zeke chuckles behind me.
“You better not be fucking with me, Captain. This had better mean that you’re giving me that ass.”
“It’s all yours, baby.” Jasper launches himself at Roman, slamming into him with a kiss so intense it borders on violent.
“Fuck breakfast,” Jasper growls against Roman’s mouth.
Roman grabs him by the jaw, forcing Jasper to look at him. “Tell me what you want. Say it again. Let me hear how bad you need it.”
“I want to fuck you so deep they’ll hear the way you beg for me from the next state,” Jasper murmurs, already sliding his hand inside Roman’s underwear. “God, I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”
Roman catches Jasper by the waist and guides him backward toward the bedroom, their kisses so messy it’s a miracle they don’t take down the Christmas tree.
“Ready to watch them get everything they want?” Zeke murmurs, his hand sliding into mine.
“Absolutely,” I whisper, letting him pull me to my feet.
By the time we reach the bedroom, clothes are already scattered across the floor. Jasper’s straddling Roman, hips grinding down, kissing him like nothing else in the world matters.
“Look at them, baby.” Zeke’s hand slips into my underwear, and he presses his mouth to my neck as his skilled fingers find my clit. “I love how much watching them like this turns you on.”
“I’ve come so many times just thinking about the way you touch each other.”
I reach behind, tugging his cock free from his boxer briefs, and wrap my hand around him, pumping slowly as he buries his face in my shoulder.
“Get your asses over here,” Roman demands.
Zeke yanks my T-shirt over my head and tosses it aside before pulling me down onto the bed with him. His mouth is everywhere—licking down Roman’s chest, biting, sucking, dragging his tongue lower until Roman’s practically trembling beneath him. Meanwhile, Jasper’s lips are wrapped around my nipple.
He’s obsessed—ever since Roman told him how crazy nipple play makes me, it’s all he wants.
I thread my fingers through his hair, keeping him pressed right where I want him, my breath coming faster as he sucks.
Then Roman’s hand slips down between my thighs, and I gasp as he pushes my red lace panties aside and sinks a finger into me.
“Holy shit… fuck, I’m gonna come if you two don’t stop.” My eyes flutter shut as Zeke drags his mouth up to my neck, his tongue hot against my skin.
“Be our good girl and scream for us. Give us what we want before Roman gets fucked.”
Jasper’s still latched onto me, sucking like he’s trying to drink my orgasm straight from my skin while Roman’s finger crooks just right, and I shatter into a thousand pieces, crying out as my orgasm rips through me.
Roman keeps fucking me with his fingers, Zeke licks a path up my neck, and Jasper growls against my breast, sucking harder as I break.
“Okay, as good as that felt, that was fast.” Roman pulls me in and crushes his mouth to mine in a kiss that tells me exactly all I need to know: we’re not done, not even close.
His hand slides along Jasper’s thigh, fingers climbing higher. “You gonna get my ass ready, or what?”
The way Roman’s ready to give himself over makes my whole body light up.
“Zeke asked for the first taste,” Jasper’s voice drops lower. “Now spread those legs for me, Addie, and let me get my fill of that tight little cunt.”
I drop down beside Roman, propped up on my elbows because I need to see everything, and Jasper settles between my thighs, spreading me open with his thumbs.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he mutters, then slowly drags his tongue up my slit.
My head tips back on instinct as pleasure burns through me, but Roman’s low grunt pulls my attention. Zeke’s got his face buried between his thighs, hands gripping hard at his hips to keep him open while Roman strokes himself, eyes half-shut and his lips parted.
“Fuck, Zeke… your tongue.”
Jasper pauses, glances over at Zeke, and lets out a quiet “Fuck” before wrapping his lips around my clit.
I clutch Jasper’s hair, holding him close as he eats me like he’s ravenous, and my body turns to liquid.
Roman turns his face toward me, hair plastered to his forehead, and I find his mouth, kissing him deep and messy while we both fall apart under our boys’ hands and tongues.
Jasper pulls away from my pussy, my whole body shivering from the loss of his mouth, and pins me beneath him. He kisses me hard, his tongue slick with my arousal, and god, I love it. I love the way I can taste myself on his lips.
“You have no idea how badly I wanna be the one to finish you off, angel, but Roman is gonna need you to sit on his face now.”