Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
H aving had another shower, I walk downstairs to find pandemonium. I sidestep around Jason as he watches the show quietly, in some form of tortured amusement. It’s clear he’s fighting the enjoyment by the sadness in his eyes.
Ah well, not my problem. I feel his gaze on me as I pass by, but I ignore it in favor of the scene before me. The only thing the guys have managed to do is get the food out and place it on the counter top. That’s it.
Key has obviously started some kind of Christmas war, finding him and Atlas on the floor wrestling with a bag of decorations while Teddy props himself up against the kitchen island. With his leg kicked up, his arms folded across his chiseled chest and a grin on his face, he looks the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. The carefree amusement on his face is a sight to behold.
“What is going on here?” I have to shout a little over the racket Key and Atlas are making to be heard, but oh boy, is it like a bomb just went off. The shocked looks on their faces is priceless.
“I- I- I don’t know what you mean,” Key stammers, shooting to his feet and smoothing down his clothes. Atlas snickers and tac-rolls to his feet before running off with the bag.
“Shit,” Key hisses. “Get back here, Attie!” Key fires off as he takes off in pursuit.
“Call me that again and I’ll put your head through the window, pretty boy,” Atlas’ response comes back on a bellow in the distance.
I sigh, shaking my head.
“Children,” Teddy comments dryly.
I raise and eyebrow at him, glancing up and down his frame, my thoughts straying to the ruined teddy upstairs. He catches on, pulling me in close and wrapping his arms around me so I’m flush with his chest. He leans his face down until he’s only an inch away from mine. “I’m-”
I place a finger on his lip and lean up on my tip toes, my hands splayed across his chest.
“Save your words, Romeo. You aren’t fooling anyone.” I grin, placing a tender kiss on his lips that he returns. Stroking my hair back, I relax into his grip. “Now, care to be a real man and help me with breakfast?”
“Sure thing.” Smiling, I catch him glancing over my shoulder. I follow his line of sight to see Jason looking on forlornly, before jumping as he realizes we’re watching him.
Some of my earlier joy evaporates. I know we have half made peace, but the past still stings, and he’s still the same asshole he has been all these years. That’s not changed just because he regrets what he’s done now he realizes he’s missing out on something amazing.
“Sorry, I’ll just-” Rubbing the back of his head, he points to the stairs.
“Jason.” He stops, glancing over his shoulder. “I’ll shout when breakfast is ready.”
Nodding his head, he makes his way back up to his room, where he’s been spending most of his time recently.
“You’re-”
I cut Teddy off. “Before you say it, yes. I am making him breakfast. The caretaker in me won’t allow me not to,” I smile grimly and kiss his cheek. Pulling away, I set to doing just that. “It was much easier when he was still the asshole needing punishment. I know it doesn’t make it right, and I still want him to hurt for what he did...Kind of. But, he apologized and showed regret and that tugged on my heart just a smidgen.” I sigh.
Teddy chuckles, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, burying his head in my neck. “And that’s what we love about you. The need to always do right by others.”
“Even if it’s at the detriment of my own happiness?”
“That’s why we’re here, Little One. To protect you from anyone wanting to take advantage of your bleeding heart.”
Punctuating his point with a kiss, a little giggle slips my lips.
“Who are we protecting?” An out of breath Key questions as he appears out of nowhere.
“Where’s Atlas?”
He smirks. “No-”
“I’m here,” Atlas grunts, waltzing up to the island and taking a seat casually.
“Wha- How did you get out of that?” Key’s eyes are wide, his face a look of pure shock and surprise.
“Get out of wha-” I begin to ask when Atlas cuts me off.
“You were too focused on getting the mi-” Atlas clears his throat and Teddy twitches beside me. “Decorations set up, that you completely fucked up the knot.”
“Santa’s butt cheeks!” Key pouts. “But, I wanted to wrap you up like a present for Grace.”
“Tough,” Atlas grumps back.
My lips twitch at the sight of Atlas being tied up underneath the tree.
“Exactly, it was an awesome idea! You fit under the tree perfectly.”
“Wait,” I step forward, out of Teddy’s arms. “You actually tied him up and shoved him under the Christmas tree?” I bite my lip, trying to contain my laughter.
Turning to me as one, they both say, “Yes.”
I can’t hold it in. I fall about in laughter at the absurdity of the image and the serious looks on their faces.
“Care for a re-enactment?” I ask Atlas.
“No.”
I saunter over, putting a little sway in my hips. “Even for your little nutcracker?” I whisper as I run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, giving him a sly kiss on the cheek.
I visibly see him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing as he takes a second to think about his response. “Maybe,” comes his uncertain response.
“It’s either yes or no, big boy.” Smirking, I draw the lobe of his ear into my mouth and bite down lightly. I may be playing coy, but I have no desire to bring my inner nutcracker out for anything but emergencies. Not that he knows that.
He sighs, grumbling one word very reluctantly. “Yes.”
Key makes both of us jump as he appears over Atlas’ shoulder. “It’s official then! I get to stuff you like a Christmas turkey and-”
“The fuck you w-” Turning to get in Key’s face, Atlas is taken by surprise by the Noel storm that is Key. Lips puckered and placed perfectly on Atlas’, they freeze in place as Atlas’ arm goes limp around me.
Edging myself off his lap, Teddy is there to help me inch back slowly as I take in the mistletoe that Key is currently holding up above Atlas’ head.
“Was that meant for him?” I whisper over my shoulder to Teddy, not wanting to spook the beasts.
“I don’t think so, Little One.”
“Are we in the danger zone?” I ask seriously. Teddy responds by pulling me flush against his chest and wrapping his arms around me once more.
“Maybe, but I’ll protect you.” Placing what I’m sure was meant to be a sweet kiss on the tender skin underneath my ear, I shiver as my sex goes into overdrive again. The sensual touch lighting up my sex drive like a Christmas tree on steroids.
“Oops,” Key drawls slowly, locking eyes with Atlas’ as he pulls back. “Wrong-”
Cut off with a growl, Atlas lunges for him and they both end up chasing each other around the kitchen once more.
I laugh as Atlas grabs a gingerbread man cookie cutter off the side and hurls it at Key, who ducks just in time with the least manly yelp I’ve ever heard. Patting Teddy’s hand, I glance at him over my shoulder.
“I guess it’s you and I making breakfast this morning.”
“You mean lunch?” He winks.
“I guess so,” I chuckle once more. With one more look back at the guys, we leave them to it. Hopefully Santa won’t have to bring me a new first aid kid by the time tomorrow rolls round.
A tlas and Key returned–albeit a little bit worse for wear–as we’re just finishing off the eggs for breakfast. “Did you boys settle your differences?” I ask around a smile.
“We’re good as gold, aren’t we, brother?” By the sound of Key’s jovial attitude and the low growl Atlas emits, I presume that’s not entirely true.
“Whether you settled them or not, Grace has made a spread worthy of kings. Go set the table.”
I bite my lip at the commanding tone Teddy uses. Something about the man taking control just lights up all my Christmas lights. Turning round to focus on the eggs to distract myself, I vaguely hear the guys’ footsteps leaving the room. But with the blood pumping loudly in my veins, and my heart rate elevated, I’m struggling to focus.
“Did you like that, Little One?” I jump as his voice flows over my shoulder. A moan slips my lips as he trails his hands around my hips, across my stomach and up my chest. I drop the spatula when he lightly collars me and tilts my head back onto his chest.
“So responsive.” I whimper as he moves his hand underneath my sleep set to pinch my nipple. “I have half a mind to take you here and now. Don’t you think that would be a lovely sight? Your pussy spread bare and full of my cock. Dripping wet and ready for my brothers to come back and watch me fuck you until you scream.”
My legs turn to Jelly and I drop slightly, putting more pressure on my throat from his collar. He laughs. His chest rumbling against my back with the intensity of it. My heart thrums like the crackle of a yule log and my core pulsates. The need within me climbing ever higher.
“It’s a shame we need to eat,” he growls into my ear, his hot breath over my sensitive skin draws a choked gasp from me. Pulling me in tighter, he tightens his hold and extends one finger from the hand collaring my neck to stroke my jaw. “Otherwise, I’d-” That one movement sends me into overdrive and blocks out all noise, forcing me to do something I’ve only ever fantasized about.
I beg.
“Please, sir. Please, fuck me.” I claw at his hand, trying to turn myself to jump him. The need that runs through me is like a blast furnace on max heat. The intensity is nearly too much to bear. “Please. Pleas-”
“Quiet,” he doesn’t raise his voice, but the crack of his command is unmistakable, his grip around my throat tightening.
He tuts at me as he turns us, moving over to the island. “Such a dirty little mouth this morning.”
Spinning me to face him, he pulls my shorts and panties down around my ankles and releases me for a second to lift me onto the island. Laying me back over the cool marble surface, I hiss as the cold bite feels like it’s almost burning my poker hot skin.
Lifting my legs onto the island, he spreads them and resumes his hold. Pinning me down by the throat, he leans down over me, our chests flush. Our eyes lock, both molten with an unquenchable thirst.
“Hold still and keep quiet. Not a sound or I’ll stop. Got it?”
I not my head emphatically–or at least as much as his hold will allow–my mouth refusing to cooperate and form sound. The overwhelming lust coursing through me has shattered any semblance of thought, leaving my mind in disarray.
“Words,” he barks, trailing his hand up my leg to stroke my pussy. His finger dips inside by the smallest amount and I screw my eyes shut. The sensations already almost too much.
“Yes. Yes,” I whimper. My mind scrambled.
His finger halts in its movements, causing me to groan and wiggle beneath him.
“Yes- Yes, Sir,” I croak.
“Good girl.”
I go to scream as he thrusts two fingers inside me without any work up, but hand constricts around my throat so much, my screams are muffled and black spots start to enter my vision. Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, the only thing I can do is claw at him for dear life as he wreaks havoc on my body.
Dipping his head, he sucks my clit into his mouth as his fingers continue with a punishing pace. Pinned, unable to move and struggling to breath, the deprivation all adds to the screaming euphoria lacing my veins.
Sensing my orgasm beginning to peak, I go frantic in a need to get away. The sensation is far more intense than any orgasm I’ve had before. It’s uncontrollable. Yet, trying to escape is futile. Teddy has me pinned down.
With black spots creeping into my vision and Teddy's wet, warm tongue attacking my folds mercilessly, my core pulses with desperate need. I'm left with no choice but to surrender completely to the pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” Atlas’ awed tone filters in from somewhere but I can’t process anything but the pulsating waves of release. My back arches and my mouth opens in a silent scream as my orgasm hits and warm fluid rushes out of me.
“Lucky bastard. Teddy’s the first to make Sugar squirt,” Key’s voice is added to the mix, but the black spots are covering nearly all of my vision with the orgasm that just keeps going.
“Let up, brother, I think she’s about to pass out.”
All of a sudden the sensations start to ease as sound and images swirl around me. Blissful sleep threatens to take me under, but a light tap on my cheek pulls me back.
“Grace? Grace! Look at me, Little One. Can you hear me?”
A blissful smile creeps across my face as Teddy swims into view.
“I’d take that over Christmas cookies and hot chocolate any day.”