A Not So Silent Night

11. Olivia

CHAPTER 11

Olivia

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I struggle to take in the unfamiliar surroundings in the dark. My elbow hits a wall of muscles when I attempt to roll onto my back, resulting in a soft groan from behind me.

“Shhhh,” another deep voice whispers a few inches from my head. Reaching my hands in front of me, I feel the warm, rigid muscles of the man lying in bed with me.

I’m laying between two men.

Fuck…

That wasn’t some near-death experience dream.

That really fucking happened.

I fucked two men I don’t even know!

…at the same fucking time .

“You’re up early, Jersey.” The groaning wall of muscles laying behind me rolls closer and grazes a hand over my hip, “Are you eager for round two?”

Round two?

If the throbbing soreness between my thighs is any indication, I think I barely survived round one.

“How are you feeling?” Kris grabs my hand, splaying it across his chest, and laying his over top of it.

“Sore.” I lightly chuckle pressing my palm gingerly against my throbbing pussy. The growl of my empty stomach echoes through the quietness of the room and I blurt out, “And fucking starving.”

Kris lifts his head from the pillow and glances at the alarm clock barely illuminating the room. Kissing my palm and throwing back the covers, he climbs out of bed and announces, “Pre-sunrise pancakes coming right up.”

Who the fuck wakes up that happy?

“Can you tone down the eager beaver, early bird gets the worm bullshit?” Nick groans at him. “It’s still fucking dark outside.”

“Two minutes ago, you were wide awake trying to get some pussy,” Kris snarks at him.

“Puuuusssssy,” Nick emphatically draws out the word as he pulls me against his body. “I’m over here trying to stay in bed, and you’re jumping out of it for fucking pancakes. Pancakes ! ”

“The two of you fight like an old married couple,” I chuckle, knowing the words coming out of my mouth are going to get me into trouble. “This is totally why I thought?—"

Nick snakes his hand around my neck and squeezes tight enough to cut off my words. Dragging his teeth along my neck, he growls, “I will happily prove to you again that the sweet little cunt between your thighs is all I want.”

“Behave.” Kris scowls at Nick from the open doorway.

“Yes, Dad,” Nick snickers at him as Kris leaves the room. The moment he is out of earshot, Nick rolls us over and pins me facedown to the mattress. His hard cock presses against my ass, and he whispers into my ear, “I lied. That sweet little cunt isn’t the only thing I want.”

“I know you aren’t behaving.” Kris’s voice bellows from the kitchen. “Get out of bed and let Olive eat something.”

“I’m only listening because you’re going to need your strength for what I have in mind for you.” Nick nips at my neck before sliding off me and pulling me from the bed. Holding my hand, he leads me down the hallway to his room. Pulling open a drawer of the dresser, he grabs a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt .

“I’d love to enjoy my pancakes with you naked on my lap, but I’m pretty sure Dad would yell at me again.” He rolls his eyes as he pulls the shirt over my head. Sleep Token. He steps into the sweatpants and pulls them on before flipping off the light.

“Wait!” I exclaim. “I don’t get any pants?”

“No.” His voice is firm. “I like knowing that bare little pussy of yours is on display and ready to be taken.”

“And who says you’re going to get to take it?” I lift an eyebrow at him, knowing damn well I will eagerly fuck the two of them again.

My words spark a fire in him.

And it’s fucking hot .

His hands grip the back of my upper thighs, and he lifts me up to him. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he drives my back against the wall. He grinds his hardening length against my bare pussy, and I am unable to stifle the moan that rises from my chest.

“I think you just did, Jersey.” He smirks down at me before aggressively kissing my mouth. He kisses me so hard and deep that I am gasping for air by the time he pulls back with my lower lip between his teeth.

“That is definitely not behaving.” Kris stands at the end of the hallway, whisking a bowl of pancake batter. He disapprovingly looks at the two of us before winking at me, “But I do approve of the no panties thing you’ve got going.”

Nick pulls me away from the wall and carries me to the kitchen, nipping at my neck as he walks. When we reach the kitchen, he places me on the counter. The granite is like a sheet of ice under my bare ass, and I clench around him, trying to lift myself from it.

“If you’re going to wrap your legs around me that tightly, it is a distinct possibility that I’m going to lay you back on this island and give you the fuck we both know you want.” He places my ass against the edge of the counter and proceeds to start climbing on top of me.

“Breakfast.” I push him from me as I sit up on the counter. “And maybe learning a bit more about you than your professions, musical tastes, and the sizes of your cocks.”

“We fuck you. We make you come. And now you want us to talk to you while we eat breakfast.” Nick’s voice oozes with sarcasm.

“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes and toss the hand towel from the counter beside me into his face, “I fucked a total asshole.”

A contagious, deep belly laugh billows from Kris as he flips pancakes on the stove.