54. Kiera
KIERA
I never liked Christmas. Staring out on the lawn of Dom’s mansion — Isaac’s mansion — now covered in snow, I couldn’t stop the flood of disappointment that washed over me.
When my dad was around, the house was full of joy and laughter. He’d dress up in a big Santa suit and do a corny ho-ho-ho . It made me laugh, somewhere deep in my belly I could still feel the way that felt.
But after he was gone, there was just Maura. Some years she’d be off to party, others her newest boyfriend would be crowding the living room.
I’d ignored her Merry Christmas text. She claimed that she had a gift for me, but I didn’t trust it. I knew she just wanted to find me. She’d even offered to ship it to me.
Sitting in my bed, I looked down at the nearly healed tattoo on my arm. Dom kept the house at a balmy 70 degrees, making it easy to wear a tshirt even on Christmas day.
I wondered what the mark really meant. Sure, I’d killed Grant. Took his life in the name of every woman he’d ever hurt. But who would punish the men that hurt me ?
Some sick part of me wondered if I could do it myself.
Could I look them in the eye?
Swallowing hard, I tried to shake the image from my mind. Despite my full induction into Valemont Violence, Dom hadn’t been any less sulky. Even today, she’d managed to make herself scarce.
And the house was disturbingly quiet. Even when she was home, Leo, Spencer, and I were pretty good at the cold shoulder treatment.
Leo had cooked a nice breakfast spread — given her limited culinary skills. She’d prepared a ham and cheese croissant bake. The hints of rosemary and thyme in the honey glaze were enough to get me close to orgasm.
But it felt odd to indulge without Spencer, who’d left late last night to be with Abi and Caleb for the morning.
I watched the trees blow in the wind across the property, only jolted out of it at the sound of my phone ringing.
Quickly, I reached for the device and swiped on the adorable picture of Spencer I’d added to her contact. “Hey, you.”
Through the screen, Spencer closed a door and moved toward a bed. “Hey, Bunny. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.” I couldn’t hide the beaming smile that took over my face as I looked at her face. There was no denying how much I missed her, even after just a night away. She and Leo were quickly becoming two of my favorite people.
Not that the list was very long.
“God, I miss your face.” Spencer groaned as she flopped onto a bed, the screen blurring as she moved.
A blush instantly rose to my cheeks; a soft pulsing started between my legs. She looked good, her hair a messy mop of light brown. Even through the screen, her dark eyes drew me further in.
“So, what did the Doctor get you?” Spencer smiled.
Looking over my shoulder, I spotted the gift box Leo had left on the kitchen island that morning.
Before I’d gotten my claws into it, it was wrapped in a beautiful, deep green paper.
The glittery gold ribbon had gotten specks of glitter all over the kitchen — something I knew Dom would fucking hate.
And maybe it had motivated me to be a little extra sloppy when I tossed the ribbon to the ground.
I’d been a bit surprised by how beautifully wrapped it was until Leo reminded me that she was a literal doctor and cared about precision.
Peeking back at Spencer, I shrugged. “Some gorgeous art supplies. A set of brand new pencils and sketchbooks. And then she surprised me with a huge easel.”
“You love it?” It was hardly a question, Spencer knew how badly I’d wanted new sketching stuff.
Nodding, I smiled. “I do, lots of stuff I could draw.” My mind was still flashing back to my afternoon with Leo in the studio. I wouldn’t mind getting Spencer in a similar position. Maybe put the two of them together.
As I adjusted, Spencer’s eyes jumped down to my chest. The old tshirt I was wearing had been hacked up by an angsty nineteen year old Kiera who wanted a scoop neck pajama shirt.
And being that it was Christmas day, I wasn’t about to put a bra on.
“Perv.” I scolded Spencer, with a wink.
“You should open mine. It’s just something small.” Spencer gestured to the dresser behind my head.
Making quick work of grabbing it, I flopped back on the bed with the small box in front of me. Spencer waited patiently as I got into position, peeling open the simple brown craft paper wrapping.
“Sorry I didn’t buy any of that Christmas shit. Your other option was the Bluey paper I bought for Abs and Caleb.” Spencer shrugged.
Scoffing, I shook my head. Even they were too old for the Bluey paper. But I was certain they’d gotten a good laugh over it.
“I like it, it’s elegant.”
“First time someone’s said that.” Spencer wiggled an eyebrow at me as I opened the small box.
Inside were two pieces of folded up paper. My face scrunched up as I peeled the papers open. Barcodes and a band name: ArkAngels. A show in the Spring.
“What is this?”
Laughing, Spence smiled at me. “A concert, a small one. It’s a cool alternative band I thought you might like, they’re coming to Valemont for a show.”
Scolding her, I scowled at her. “I’m not supposed to be hanging out in public right now.”
“Call it wishful thinking. By Spring, you’ll be free. No Bunny in a cage.”
It was a nice thought, that at some point Gabriel — and now Isaac — would stop hunting me. That I could live my life without the constant threat of their retribution. Retribution for what exactly, I still wasn’t sure.
Getting away, I guess.
They didn’t like escaped prey.
“That’s very, very sweet of you.” I was still struggling with being pampered like this, a wave of guilt washing over me. “I’m sorry I don’t have anything for you.”
Shaking her head, Spencer waved me off. “Don’t be ridiculous, you do plenty. And I don’t want anything from you.”
“You don’t want anything ?” It was such an absurd assertion that I had to tease her about it. She’d been chasing me around the house like a dog with a scent since I’d given in to her. Since she’d taken me in the storage unit.
Her eyelids grew heavy as her mind was swarmed with sick thoughts of what she’d do to me. “You know I always want you .”
I could tell how heavy her breathing was, even through the screen. If she’d been next to me, her hand would have already found its way between my legs — finding the slickness that had already formed.
“How do you want me?” My face flushed a bright pink, something I hoped looked more like a lighting change than my embarrassment as opposed to my desperation to have her. I still liked to pretend to play it cool with both of my angels.
The last thing I needed was all of this attention going to their heads.
Just as Spencer opened her mouth to answer, my bedroom door swung open. A hulking Leo appeared in the tiny window at the bottom of my screen.
“Buzzkill.” Spencer groaned as she rolled over in her bed.
“Woooow. Rude.” Leo lifted her arm, leaning against the doorway. “Who said I was here to ruin anyone’s fun?”
I turned my head to look at the real her, the small pixels not enough to capture her beauty. Behind me, she looked down at me in my bed from across the room. The tattoos that wrapped around her arms strained against the muscles that refused to be ignored.
She looks like a fucking god.
Leo caught my eyes, an eyebrow lifting as a cheeky smirk took over her face. Flexing her biceps, she winked. “And what were we talking about?”
Too embarrassed and trying to calm her pulsing clit, Spencer just looked up at the ceiling in her room.
But I wasn’t shy. If Spencer wanted to get me all worked up, someone needed to make me come.
“How she’d want to fuck me.” Looking back at Spencer, I scolded her. “But she won’t tell me because she’s feeling coy.”
Leo crossed the room, pinning me on my belly between her strong arms as she laid on top of me. A waft of her rich, smokey sandalwood scent filled my nose, immediately exciting my desperate pussy.
In a low rumble, Leo shrugged to Spencer through the screen. “Tell me how you want to fuck her, I’ll be your proxy. I’ll take her the way you want. Merry Christmas.”
“That’s a very generous offer.” Spencer couldn’t hide how absolutely thrilled she was at the idea.
I felt Leo press her hips into my ass as I spoke, “Consider it my gift to you, a personal sex tape just for you.”
Standing from her bed, Spencer got up to lock the door. She’d already told me that her niece and nephew were occupied with a very loud new video game downstairs. But the extra precaution never hurt.
Her voice was a deep growl when she got back on the bed, one of her hands having gone missing. “Kiss her neck until she moans.”
Without another word, Leo followed her orders. She pushed my red hair to the side, exposing the soft flesh of my neck as she planted her lips on them. She started slowly, more delicately than I knew she wanted to be.
But she was taking her role as Spencer’s proxy quite seriously.
With each kiss, I felt my clit throb harder, my pussy pulsing for more. I wasn’t going to give her a moan right away, I knew how badly these two loved to work for it. The months they’d spent trying to crack my legs open were proof enough.
As Spencer watched on, Leo let her lips get sloppier. Her teeth slipped between each kiss, nipping at the soft flesh on my neck.
A moan forced itself up my throat as my clit begged for her.
“Good, take off her pants.” Spencer was fevered, as always not wanting to waste much time before pleasing me.
Leo sat up, using her massive hands to rip the silky pajama pants off my body — a christmas eve present that would need a wash after the mess I’d made in my panties.
Tossing the fabric to the ground, Leo growled as she saw what I’d been keeping underneath. A lacy red cheeky pair, the perfect Christmas color.
Spencer’s jaw tightened. “Show me.”
Leo reached over my shoulder, grabbing the phone. As she pulled her arm away, I let my tongue draw a line down her forearm.
“Fuck.” She gritted her teeth as she positioned the phone to show Spencer my ass.