“Don’t you fucking dare,” Zeke growls from behind me. “You hold it.”
Roman’s hands are in Addie’s hair, guiding her. His face is etched in pleasure—lips parted, brows drawn tight, eyes hooded—and I can’t look away.
“Zeke,” I moan, “Fuck—you’re fucking me so good. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.” Zeke slams into me roughly, his hips slappingagainst my ass with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs. It punches me forward and makes me fuck Roman even harder.
“Addie, baby—” Roman gasps, his breath breaking.
She groans around his cock, and I feel the exact second he starts to come down her throat. His ass clenches around me like a damn vice, and that’s it—that’s my undoing. Pleasure rips through me like lightning, and I go rigid, roaring my release into Roman’s body. I’m coming inside him for the first time, and fuck…
“Fuck, I can feel you,” he chokes out.
Yeah, you fucking can.
“God—this ass. So tight. So perfect,” Zeke hisses behind me, and then he’s gone—thrusting into me one last time, his hips stuttering as he fills me up.
None of us move, not for a long time. We’re breathing heavily, our bodies are shaking, and we’re all skin stuck to skin.
“I think I’m dead. Am I dead? Is this heaven? Because I swear I just had a spiritual experience.” Zeke just chuckles, kissing his way up my neck, whispering, “I love you,” under his breath before finally pulling out of me. I slide out of Roman, but hell if I don’t keep his legs spread, just to watch myself leak out of his ass. “That’s so fucking hot… You know you’re mine now, right? My cum’s dripping out of your ass. I’ve marked you.”
Roman just groans, limp and utterly spent, his head turned against the pillow with a blissed-out smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
Zeke sprawls out beside us and kisses each of us in turn. “Until later, when it’s my cum filling your ass instead.”
Addie collapses next to me, her hand draped lazily across my chest. “Can I just watch that?”
I pull her closer, brushing her golden hair out of her face. “How about you sit in my lap and we both watch Zeke fuck him while I play with you.”
She hums in agreement, and her lips find mine.
“Not yet, please. I’ve been thoroughly fucked, and for someone new to this, I think I need a little recovery time.” He laughs, and we all end up a naked heap on the bed.
I glance around the room, taking in the Christmas decorations—tinsel hanging a little crooked, lights blinking, and the scent of pine lingering beneath the unmistakable smell of sex. Michael Bublé’s voice drifts from the forgotten playlist in the background, which is a little too cheerful considering we all just got fucked into next year. But somehow… it fits.
I’m curled up between the three people who are, without question, my everything. My body’s sore in all the best ways, the sheets are damp, and despite the chaos, or maybe because of it, I’ve never felt more whole.
This love isn’t fragile. It’s fierce. It’s honest, and it’s loud. It’s built from bruised lips and whispered words of adoration, along with the kind of trust that only comes from being fully seen and chosen anyway.
We’ll fight, tease, and keep each other on edge, but we’ll also keep choosing this over and over again every Christmas morning and every day in between.
Because this is ours, this is home, and this is our forever.
EPILOGUE
ROMAN
It’s been two years,and sitting around eating breakfast with my three people still makes me have to take a minute sometimes—just pause, fork halfway to my mouth, and remind myself this is real, that they’re mine. That I get to have this every single day for the rest of my life.
An hour ago, I had my palms pressed flat against the shower wall, Zeke’s mouth hot at my ear—telling me how tight I was, how good I felt around his cock, and calling me his good boy like he fucking owned me. Addie was pinned between the tiles and Jasper’s chest, her legs locked around his waist as he rocked into her, his thrusts turning her feral. We were close enough that I could feel her breath on my neck, tilt my head, and drag my mouth along her shoulder while Jasper reached blindly for my hand and laced our fingers together.
There’s something so beautiful about giving yourself over and trusting someone else to guide your body until the rest of the world disappears. I’ll still pin them down and fuck them raw until there’s no question who they belong to, but handing myself overand letting them claim me… it’s everything I never knew I was starving for.
Zeke’s phone starts to ring, and he stretches across the kitchen island to grab it, his brows drawing together before answering with a cautious “Hello?”
I’ve got one hand on Addie’s thigh and the other wrapped around a fork, scooping up another bite of the scrambled eggs she made for us this morning. She’s in my lap, wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts, and her skin’s still warm from the shower we dragged her into before breakfast.
“Damn, angel, this is so good.”
She laughs softly, her head resting against my shoulder. “It’s literally the same thing I made yesterday.”
