A Not So Silent Night

Epilogue

OLIVIA

“Olivia,” Mom lectures through the Bluetooth, “are you sure this is what you want to do with your life?”

As much as I would have abandoned my entire life to start a new one with Nick and Kris months ago, they were both adamant that I needed to finish college first. I begrudgingly agreed, under the stipulation that I would finish up my spring semester in Washington and transfer to the U of M extension campus for my senior year.

The boys flew to see me in Washington a few weekends, and we spent spring break in New Jersey so they could meet my mom. She loves and adores them both— they’re charming as hell, it’s impossible not to —but she still isn’t entirely on board with me being in a fully committed relationship with both of them .

Pulling into the long gravel drive of their cabin— our cabin —a huge smile spreads across my face as I answer, “Yes. I’m sure.”

I’ve actually never been more sure of anything in my entire life .

“Okay,” she lightly sighs.

“I’m just pulling in,” I inform her. “I’ll see you next week when we all pick you up at the airport.”

“I love you, Liv.”

“I love you too, Mom.” I press the button on the dash to end our call as I pull to a stop and park the car. I have no more than opened my car door when the boys are fighting each other to push through the front door in an attempt to get to me.

“Did you miss me or something?” I giggle as the two of them sweep me off my feet and pass me between the two of them.

“You have no idea, Olive.” Kris pulls me tight and peppers kisses at the corners of my mouth.

“So fucking much, Jersey.” Nick pulls me from Kris’s embrace and roughly plunders my mouth before nipping my lower lip.

Rubbing my tongue over the tender bite, Kris pulls me back into his arms and carries me into the house. He doesn’t put me down in the foyer but carries me straight toward the bedrooms. “Really? Straight to bed?”

“Jersey.” Nick reaches over Kris’s shoulder and cups my chin. “I haven’t been inside you in almost three weeks. You should be more surprised you’re not getting fucked on the hood of your car.”

“Olive does look gorgeous spread wide on the hood of my Shelby,” Kris groans against my neck as he walks me into Nick’s room.

Only it isn’t Nick’s room anymore.

Since I’ve been here last, the boys have done some renovations. The wall separating my room from Nick’s is gone, making it a massive suite. The king bed— that barely fit the three of us —has been replaced with one nearly twice its size. I look between the two of them, a little confused at the sudden change in sleeping arrangements.

“We don’t want to share you,” Kris answers my question before I can ask it. “I mean, we do want to share you— a lot —but no more bouncing between our beds.”

“You’re ours , Jersey. So, this is our room,” Nick clarifies.

“There isn’t a you and Nick. Or a you and me—” Kris continues.

“Just us,” I exhale as Kris sets my feet on the floor. Walking around the room, I take in the details. The walls are a soft gray, with deep teal linens and a little accent colors of royal blue scattered throughout—all my favorite colors. “It’s absolutely perfect.”

“No, Olive.” Kris wraps his arms around me from behind as his lips trail down the side of my neck. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

“Nearly perfect.” Nick smirks, revealing a mischievous dimple in his left cheek as his fingers work to undo the buttons of my shirt. “Because she’d be absolutely perfect stripped bare and tied to this massive bed.”

Nick takes my mouth as the two of them slip my shirt from my shoulders. Kris kisses over the bare skin as he undoes the button of my jean shorts. He wiggles them over my hips, and they drop to the floor around my feet. Sending my panties down my legs next, he groans against my neck, “On the bed, baby. I’ve been dreaming about tying you down and worshipping you?—”

“Before we both use you until you’re completely spent and we’re dripping from you,” Nick adds.

Climbing on the bed, I crawl to the center and lay on my back. The boys stand on opposite sides of the bed. Working together, they quickly secure ratchet straps above my breasts and over my waist. With my body and arms pinned to the bed, they spread my legs wide and tie my ankles, leaving me completely helpless and at their mercy .

“That sweet pink pussy of yours is already dripping for us, Olive,” Kris marvels as he climbs onto the bed and between my thighs, darting out his tongue. “I better get that for you.”

Using the tip of his tongue, he licks from my entrance to my clit with a growl. It vibrates over my clit, and I can’t stifle the whimper that catches in my throat. Kris takes his time, savoring me and teasingly working me toward the edge as Nick sucks and bites my nipples. He rolls one between his teeth as Kris lightly sucks at my clit, and the orgasm rolls blissfully through my body.

“I fucking love the sounds you make as you come against my tongue,” Kris groans against my pussy before kissing up my stomach.

Taking his place between my spread legs, Nick’s tone is deep and devilish when he admits, “I’m not going to be near as gentle because I fucking love making you scream for me.” He holds true to his word, firmly biting my inner thigh with enough force that I yelp. After sucking hard enough to leave his mark, he buries his face in my pussy as he shoves two fingers deep inside me. The strokes of his tongue are firm and deliberate, like the curling thrusts of his fingers.

“Fuck!” I cry out when the orgasm quickly shoots through me. Kris claims my mouth, swallowing my screams and coating my tongue with the taste of my arousal, as Nick forces me to come for him again .

They both thoroughly enjoy worshipping me for what feels like hours, each having me taste myself from their mouths as the other takes their turn between my thighs. My clit is on fire, each swipe of their tongue as blissful as it is painful as they continue to lick. I struggle through every release, the rough polyester of the straps digging into my skin as I writhe against the restraints.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” Kris climbs from the bed and releases the strap pinning my legs to the mattress.

Nick joins him beside the bed, but he doesn’t free my body. “I’m not cutting you loose yet, Jersey. I want you nice and still for me as I fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Struggling on the brink of exhaustion, I watch the two of them strip from their clothes. Every inch of them both is so fucking perfect. Kris climbs back between my thighs and inches his girthy cock into me. He slides into me with slow, deep strokes as Nick straddles my shoulders.

He rubs his thumb over my parted lips as he stares down at me, and I moan from Kris’s thrusts. “I’m going fuck your throat. Hard. And you’re going to take every last stroke until you’re moaning around me as he makes you come.”

Before I have a chance to respond, he presses his thick length into my mouth. His barbells slide over my tongue, and I silently count them as he pushes himself down my throat. Restrained beneath him, he plunges into my mouth as I gag around him and tears fall from my eyes.

I struggle to breathe between Nick’s savage thrusts as Kris’s languid strokes drive me over the edge. My orgasm tears through me, and I claw at the bedsheets beneath me, my muffled cries of pleasure filling the room.

Nick pulls himself from my mouth and gazes down at me with pride as he wipes tears and spittle from my face. Reaching behind him, he pulls the release on the straps. I suck in a deep breath as he climbs from me and rolls me toward him. Holding me in his arms as Kris crawls up my body, Nick whispers, “Kris wants to fuck that tight little ass of yours, and I still plan to finish buried deep in your cunt.”

Kris’s calloused hand slides down my body, and he lifts my thigh over Nick’s hip as he praises, “I’m so fucking proud of you, Olive. Just a little bit more for us, baby.”

After slathering himself with lube, Kris presses between my cheeks. He kisses along the back of my shoulders as he carefully eases himself into my ass. He feels so fucking good stretching me as he takes his time burying himself to the hilt. With him fully inside me, he holds my back against his chest as Nick aligns with my entrance and plunges the entirety of himself into me.

“Ooooh, fuck,” I stutter as they suddenly bring me to the brink.

“Did my naughty little slut miss being full of cock?” Nick groans against my lips as he thrusts into me. I open my mouth to respond, but all that comes out are whimpers and moans.

“You take us so fucking well, baby,” Kris breathlessly croons against my neck. “Like you were fucking made for us.”

Reaching behind me, I slide my fingers into Kris’s hair and pull him into the crook of my neck as Nick claims my mouth, needing both their lips on me as they draw yet another release from me. Every muscle in my body tightens and quivers as I come undone, dragging them over the edge with me. They groan through their respective releases, their cocks twitching as they spill into me.

Kris gingerly pulls from my ass and slides off the bed as Nick continues to kiss my lips. Kris returns a few minutes later with a washcloth and a glass of orange juice. “I know you don’t like OJ, baby,” he apologizes. “Someone drank the apple juice I bought for you.”

After handing the glass to Nick, he begins to clean the two of them from me. I groan when Nick holds the glass to my lips. “A few sips, Jersey. You need it,” he insists. “Then you can curl up with us and rest.” I begrudgingly swallow a few gulps of the sour juice before pushing it away. Satisfied with what little I drank, Nick doesn’t argue.

Cleaning himself and tossing the washcloth to the floor, Kris climbs back into bed. He pulls me into his arms, and I nuzzle my face against his chest. With his lips pressed to my forehead, he whispers, “I love you, Olive.”

Nick presses himself against my back and slips his arm around my waist as he kisses along my shoulder. “I love you too, Jersey,” his words vibrate against the crook of my neck.

Never in my life did I imagine I would find a man who would love me like this—let alone two of them.

“I love you. Both of you,” I sleepily proclaim. “ Us .”