Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Abby
The guys went to skate on the lake, but being out in the freezing cold doesn’t appeal to me at all, and exercise even less. Instead, I sit by the fire and call Leila. It feels like I haven’t spoken to her in forever, and the second she answers the phone, she drills me for details.
She also informs me she will be coming with her husbands and the twins for Christmas this year, and I’m so excited to spend the holidays with my family.
We chat for almost two hours, and by the time we end the call, the sun is setting.
The guys should be back soon—surely they won’t stay out there and play in the dark.
I add another log to the fire and curl my feet beneath me on the couch. The cabin feels empty without them, but I didn’t realize how much I miss the sound of their voices until the door finally opens.
“Jesus, it’s freezing,” Levi complains, stomping snow from his boots.
“You’re dramatic,” Landon says, tugging his jacket off.
Tate comes in last, shutting the door behind them, his eyes finding mine. “You stayed warm?” Tate asks me, crossing the room.
I stand, needing to touch one of them. “I tried,” I say, smiling. “You’re all crazy for going out there.”
Landon grins. “You should’ve seen it. We wiped Levi out.”
“Nearly,” Levi corrects. His gaze flicks to me, and the corner of his mouth lifts, like he knows what that look does to me.
Tate’s hand settles at my waist, and Landon watches us for a second before he steps closer, crowding my space from the other side. I’m boxed in by heat and muscle.
“You smell like firewood,” Landon murmurs, leaning in enough that his breath skims my ear.
“And you smell like cold,” I whisper back.
Levi laughs softly from behind us. “God, get a room.”
Tate’s hand tightens on my hip a fraction. “We’re already in one.”
Levi looks at me and winks. “I’m taking the first shower before I lose feeling in my toes.”
Then he purposely makes himself scarce, his smirk as he leaves a promise that I’m his later tonight, and I can’t wait. A slightly jealous Levi is a lot of fun, especially when he has a point to prove, and I 100% approve of the resulting orgasms.
He disappears down the hallway, and when the bathroom door closes, Tate moves closer.
“You okay?” Tate asks.
I nod. “I know how I can warm you both up. It’s a game I like to call: one girl, two holes,” I say, surprisingly keeping a straight face, and both men laugh.
I step back just enough to look at them properly, then pull Tate’s oversized hoodie over my head and drop it onto the floor. I have nothing underneath, and both of their eyes go wide.
“Come with me,” I say.
Landon lifts me quickly and throws me over his shoulder, grabbing a handful of my ass as he takes off down the hall to his and Tate’s room.
The cabin only has two bedrooms, and Landon would have killed Levi if he and Tate shared, and there is no way Levi and Landon would have survived sharing a bed.
Tate shuts the door behind us, while Landon slides me down his body, his hands finding my waist. I tilt my head back slightly, leaning back to rest it against Tate’s chest. His hand slides up my side, sending a shiver through me that has nothing to do with the cold.
Landon brushes his knuckles along my jaw, tipping my face toward his. “You sure?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m sure.”
Tate leans down, his mouth near my ear. “Then let us take care of you.”
The way he says us makes my knees go weak.
Landon’s mouth traces along my shoulder while Tate’s hands run down my waist.
My body responds to the way they touch me. I need more, and I don’t want to wait.
Tate’s mouth finds the curve of my neck, and his hands slide over my hips, while Landon has switched to skimming his fingers across my stomach.
“Tell us if you need to stop,” he murmurs.
“I need you both.”
They move together without speaking, Landon turning to the bedside table to pull out the lube and condoms. He throws them onto the bed, and both Tate and I focus on him as he gets undressed.
Once Landon is naked, Tate takes my hand and leads me to the bed, encouraging me to sit down.
Then Landon moves in behind Tate and lets me watch as he removes Tate’s clothes—I have never found a sight so right in my life.
Tate climbs onto the bed first and moves to sit with his back against the headboard. I crawl over to him and straddle his waist, his cock jutting up between us. Wrapping my hand around the base, I guide it to my pussy, then slide straight down, needing him inside me.
“Fuck, Abby, you feel so good,” he groans.
“She is about to feel so full,” Landon says, getting onto the bed and kneeling behind me.
Tate grabs me by the hips and shimmies himself into a horizontal position, while Landon presses a hand to my back. He then squirts some lube onto my ass and uses his cock to spread it around.
“Stop fucking around—I want you inside me,” I demand, and Landon chuckles.
His cock presses against my hole; the pressure has me gritting my teeth.
“Just breathe,” Tate says, taking my face between his hands. “That’s it, you’re doing so good.”
“Fuck,” Landon grunts. “I’m almost there.”
Tate focuses on me. “Release your breath . . . good girl. Now Landon is going to move, and I will start once he finds his rhythm.”
As Landon pulls back and thrusts inside me, I almost see stars, then when Tate grips me by the hips and moves—both men working in unison—I moan. Landon presses down harder on my back, and my clit rubs against Tate; the friction has me relaxing.
I rest my forehead against Tate’s.
“Just like that,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
I cling to him, my fingers digging into his pecs.
“Fuck,” Landon groans. “You feel so good . . . both of you feel good.”
“You don’t have to hold back,” Tate whispers. “You’re doing so beautifully.”
My body tightens, and everything feels too intense. I gasp, my head tipping back as everything winds tight inside me, the pressure overwhelming.
“Tate,” I breathe out, barely a sound.
“I know,” he says, lips brushing my temple. “I’m right here.”
My orgasm rips through me without warning.
I cry out, my body trembling, everything pulsing as I come apart between them.
Tate holds me through it, murmuring praise, while my body rides it out.
Landon swears behind me, his grip tightening as he follows me, his voice breaking as he presses closer. The sound of his guttural groan tips Tate over the edge, his control finally slipping as he exhales hard against my skin.
For a moment, we all still, tangled together, basking in the afterglow.
Tate has kept his hands on me the whole time, and he runs them gently along my sides. “Hey,” he whispers. “Are you okay?”
I nod weakly, still trembling.
Landon presses a kiss on my shoulder. “You were fucking incredible.”
I sag between them, spent and satisfied. I don’t want to move just yet.
Landon is the first to pull out, shifting his weight off me carefully before he gets off the bed and heads into the en suite.
The bedroom door opens to reveal Levi standing naked in the doorway.
“Jesus, put some clothes on,” Tate says.
“Don’t act like you don’t see this,” he says, pointing to his body, “every time you see Landon naked, or when we are all fucking Abby.”
I chuckle. “If you are planning to steal me, you are going to have to carry me. I think they broke my legs.”
Levi laughs and moves into the room. He pulls me off Tate as if I weigh nothing and cradles me bridal style in his arms. “My turn,” he says, smiling at me. “Also, it smells like ass in here, so maybe open a window.”
I slap Levi on his bare chest, and he cackles as he walks us toward our room. “Let’s get you showered and fucked right this time, then I will feed you.”
As Levi carries me down the hallway, cradling me against his chest, I can’t help but smile. Five years ago, I never would have imagined this: being carried naked through a cabin by one of my exes, while my other ex and another man I’m also involved with are also boyfriends. Yet here I am.
The pain of the past never enters my brain anymore.
We came here to celebrate Levi and Landon finally firing Anastasia, though it wasn’t a huge spectacle like I had hoped.
They went to her boss and explained the situation, giving the agency a chance to rectify it quietly.
She was fired for her actions, and for that I am grateful.
Honestly, who else has she done this to?
What if they had children? She deserved to be fired, and I feel zero guilt whatsoever.
Levi kicks open our bedroom door and sets me gently on the bed, and it hits me that this is what I’ve been missing all these years—not just the physical connection, but being wanted and loved.
For the first time in years, I’m not afraid of what the future holds.
I am excited to move into this next stage, no matter the consequences.
We have gone over all the things that might happen, from the guys getting fired to the press finding out I’m dating three men, and you know what?
I couldn’t care less, and neither can they; we have each other and that’s all that matters.
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