Filthy Rich Santas

31. Lana

31

LANA

I blink awake the next morning, soft light filtering through the curtains. As I stretch, I notice that the bed is empty beside me, and when I glance over at the clock, I realize that I’ve slept in later than usual.

Guilt washes over me as I hurry out of bed, throwing on some clothes. The guys are probably already packing up so we can get back on the road, and here I am, still lounging around.

As I step out of the bedroom into the suite’s living room area, Tristan looks up from his tablet. A soft smile spreads across his face as he adjusts his glasses.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“I’m so sorry—” I start, but he cuts me off, crossing the room and pulling me in for a gentle kiss.

“Don’t apologize,” he murmurs against my lips. “None of us mind. We want to take care of you, freckles.”

I pull back slightly, searching his face. “But I slept so late.”

He shrugs easily. “Then you needed it.”

“I mean, who doesn’t like sleeping in? But with you guys all already up and handling the packing…”

Tristan shakes his head, his blue-gray eyes serious behind his glasses. “There’s a difference between enjoying a lazy morning and respecting your body when you require a little more rest. From what we read about lupus, there are always going to be times you need extra sleep because of the fatigue. Of course we’re going to accommodate that.”

I flinch a little at the mention of my illness. Being so open about it, even if it’s just with the three of them, is still new to me. I’ve had a lot more practice denying my diagnosis than trying to accommodate it the way Tristan is.

“I know,” I admit, chewing on my lip for a moment. Then I sigh. “But that doesn’t mean I want to be seen as, I don’t know, the weak link here?”

He cocks his head to the side. “You’re not. I know I speak for Ryder and Beckett when I say it doesn’t change how we see you. It’s just a part of you, like any other part.” He tugs on my lower lip, dragging out from between my teeth as he grins. “And believe me, we like all parts of you.”

My stomach swoops. “You do?”

“Of course we do,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You know, when I was recovering from my accident, my grandmother took care of me. She had to do so much, and I don’t just mean physically. I was useless for a while, but she never made me feel bad for it.”

“You were just a kid,” I remind him softly, my heart clenching at the thought of a young Tristan going through such trauma. “You were in pain, and probably in shock from losing your mother. You were what, eight? Nine?”

“What matters is how it felt to have someone give me that kind of unconditional acceptance. And believe me, I’ll never make you feel bad for needing to take care of yourself.”

The ache in my chest intensifies. I know about his accident, of course. I know he lost his mother. But hearing him talk about it gives me a whole new appreciation for how resilient he is.

And how wonderful his grandmother is too.

I cup his face, my fingers playing over the scars there.

He smiles at me, leaning into the touch instead of pulling away like I’ve seen him do so many times before when it comes to downplaying his scars.

“Thank you,” I whisper, burying my face against his chest.

“No thanks even necessary,” he murmurs as his arms wrap around me.

He holds me close, and I breathe in his comforting scent of amber and spice, struck by how safe I feel in his arms.

Ryder and Beckett enter the room a moment later, talking quietly to each other. Beckett’s eyes immediately zero in on me with their signature burning intensity, and Ryder is wearing a mischievous grin.

“What’s up?” I ask as Tristan and I separate.

Beckett crosses his arms, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “We’ve got an early Christmas present for you.”

“You guys didn’t need to do that.”

“We wanted to,” Ryder says, his grin widening. “Especially since this trip will be over soon.”

A pang of sadness hits me at the reminder that we’re almost to New Hampshire now, but I push it aside.

“Well, that really is sweet of you,” I say, a little flustered. “But I hope you know I wasn’t expecting anything. Whatever it is, you can just wait and give it to me at my parents’ house.”

It’s silly, I know, because they’re not just going to disappear from my life when they finally drop me off there. But still, I like the idea that they’d have a reason to make sure to see me again while we’re all in New Hampshire.

But Tristan smirks, sharing a glance with the other men that proves he’s in on this surprise too.

“Trust me, freckles. Not this gift. We wouldn’t let you open it in front of them even if you wanted to.”

“Besides, this is something we most definitely want you to enjoy now,” Ryder adds.

“With us,” Beckett rumbles.

“What do you mean?” I ask, wondering what kind of gift they could have gotten me that they wouldn’t want me to open in front of my parents. “Oh,” I breathe as they all give me heated looks.

Beckett steps closer, his green eyes meeting mine. “Safe words still apply, of course.”

I’ve never received a gift that might require a safe word, and now I’m very curious what they got me. “Okay.” I lick my lips. “What is it?”

Ryder brings a small gift box out from behind his back, festively wrapped in gold Christmas paper. “Open it and find out.”

“Does this mean I made it onto the nice list after all?” I joke as I take it from him.

Beckett chuckles low. “I guess that depends on whether you like your gift or not.”

I tug on the bow, anticipation building in my chest. But when I finally open the box, I’m a bit stumped.

“What is it?” I repeat, looking up at the three of them.

Ryder lifts the pretty gold… thing out of the box. It’s tapered on one end, maybe the length of my palm, with a gorgeous red jewel on the other flared end.

It definitely fits with a Christmas theme.

“It’s a butt plug, love,” he tells me. “For you to wear.”

His wicked smile makes my stomach flip over, and I can’t deny I’m intrigued. But…

“Will it fit?” I ask, blushing.

“It will,” Tristan says from behind me, lifting my hair away from my neck and leaning down to kiss me there. “And it will also stretch you a bit.”

I shiver at the implication, thinking of the way he played with my ass while Beckett fucked me in the SUV last night.

It felt good, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t wondered if I could take a cock back there.

One of their cocks.

“We want you to wear it today,” Beckett says. “Are you willing?”

“All day?”

He nods, and although my stomach flutters, I’m already nodding.

“Yes,” I whisper. “What do I need to do?”

His eyes flare with heat. “Turn around. Bend over the back of the couch.”

Tristan guides me over to the couch and Beckett produces a small, clear bottle from somewhere as Ryder works my sleep shorts down, then trails the plug over the back of my panties, teasing me through the thin silk.

“We wanted a pretty one for you,” he murmurs. “My vote was diamond, but Beckett thought the red was more festive, and now I think he was right. It’s going to look gorgeous against your creamy skin.”

I shiver as he backs away, slipping my panties down.

Beckett takes his place behind me as Ryder comes around to cup my face and kiss me. I moan into his mouth as I feel Beckett’s thick fingers, slick with lubrication, spread my cheeks and circle my asshole, teasing it with a light touch.

Ryder smiles against my lips, then kisses his way down to my neck, nibbling the skin there as Beckett slips one finger inside me. The foreign feel of it sends sparks of sensation shooting through me.

“Relax,” Beckett rumbles. “Why don’t you help her with that, Tristan?”

Ryder’s mouth drops lower, and he and Tristan both play with my breasts, sucking and teasing me as Beckett keeps fingering my ass, touching sensitive nerves I didn’t even know I had back there.

Then one of them starts working my clit, and I lose all track of whose hands are where. I only know that they’re turning me on. I feel worshiped, almost dizzy with the intensity of their attention. The more they touch me, the faster my body reacts, as if it’s already becoming trained to respond to them with earth-shattering orgasms.

“I need… I need to come,” I gasp. “ Please .”

Ryder tips my face up, lifting a brow. “No.”

I shudder, then gasp when Beckett pulls his finger out and replaces it with something hard and cool. I didn’t even realize Ryder had handed him the plug.

Beckett places a firm hand on my lower back, anchoring me. Tristan tugs on my clit piercing, whispering, “Breathe. That’s it. Now bear down and let it in.”

I do, crying out softly as Beckett pushes the plug into my ass. The stretch as my body accepts it has me craving more in a strange way.

“Please,” I repeat, my body instinctively clenching around the intrusion as Beckett gets it fully seated. He taps the jewel on the end, sending a fresh shock of sensation through me.

Then all three men step back, leaving me gasping.

“Fucking beautiful,” Beckett comments from behind me. The other two murmur agreement, then they tell me to stand up.

My knees feel weak, but I do it. Ryder helps me pull my clothes back into place, his hands lingering and caressing me the whole time.

“You’re really not going to make me come?” I whine. My whole body feels like a live wire, every touch from the three of them a zap of electricity.

But Beckett just grins, stepping in close and gripping my jaw, tilting my head back to meet his eyes. “We’re really not. And you’re not allowed to take care of it yourself either. Do you understand, little menace?”

My breath hitches, my ass clenching around the plug as I nod.

“I understand.”

“ Sir .”

I moan softly at the reminder. “I understand, sir.”

“Good.” He kisses me, quick and hard. “Because if you come before we give you permission, there will be consequences.”

“Okay,” I agree quickly, more than happy to suffer through the ache between my legs, because I already know I’ll like whatever the reward will be. “Thank you, sir.”

“God, you are such a fucking temptation,” he mutters, his eyes dropping to my mouth again. But instead of another kiss, he turns me toward the bedroom and swats my butt, sending another zing of unexpected pleasure from the plug to my core. “Go shower, but remember to be good.”

There’s literally no way I can forget. I’ve never worn anything like this before, and my awareness of the plug as we get ready to leave the hotel is distracting, to say the least.

By the time we pile into the SUV, I can’t stop squirming. The men take full advantage of my arousal to tease me as we drive, making it impossible for my body to calm down, edging me to the max.

The entire day is torture, with every hour seeming to drag on forever. But somehow, despite the filthy promises they each whisper to me as we fly down the highway and the teasing touches that slowly ramp my arousal up to an almost maddening level, I manage to hold back from begging.

“You sure you’re going to make it?” Tristan asks toward the end of the day, brushing my hair back and nipping at my ear as I hold back a whimper.

I nod, although I’m not sure if it’s true.

Will I make it? They’ve kept me at a medium level of arousal for so many hours that my entire body feels flushed, and I know it wouldn’t take much to push myself over the edge

Just one touch. Just a little pressure in the right place. Just?—

“Where are we going?” I ask, dragging my mind away from how much I want to come when I notice that Beckett, who’s driving now, is exiting the freeway.

There are still a few hours of driving time according to the route we planned, but I’m not complaining.

Ryder turns around from the front passenger seat, smirking. “That depends on you, love. But if you want to go, we thought we’d take you to a kink club that some friends of ours own near here.”

I gasp, both shocked and thrilled, especially after the way Beckett essentially kicked me out of Radiance.

“Really? You mean it?”

“Does that mean you’re interested?” Tristan teases me.

I laugh, playfully smacking his chest. “Yes!”

“In that case…” Beckett turns into the parking lot of a nice-looking hotel. “Let’s drop our stuff off and find you something sexy to wear. But Lana?”

“Yes?”

He arches a brow. “Keep the plug in, and do not make yourself come.”

I already agreed to that, but it’s easier said than done after a full day of edging. But I manage to hold on to my resolve as I slip into the sleek dress they bought me, then step out of the bathroom to show it off.

All three men stop and stare, and I smooth my hands down my curves. “Is it okay?”

“Wow,” Tristan breathes, his eyes roaming over me appreciatively.

Ryder lets out a low whistle, while Beckett just nods, his eyes dark.

“So, you said it’s a kink club, right?” I ask as we finally head out. “Um, which means an actual sex club?”

“That’s right,” Ryder answers me as we pull up outside. “Last chance to back out.”

“Absolutely not,” I say emphatically.

This is everything I’ve been wanting, everything I imagined when I first showed up at Radiance.

No, it’s better, because this time, I’m with them .

All three of the men flank me as we approach the entrance, and I feel a giddy mix of excitement and nerves bubbling up inside me.

Beckett must sense it because he leans in close, his breath warm against my ear.

“Color?” he murmurs, his hand coming to rest on my lower back possessively.

“Green,” I say with no hesitation.

He smiles. “Good. And remember, we’ve got you. There will be a lot going on, and you can explore anything that interests you, but while we’re here, you’re ours .”

Tristan makes a sound of agreement as Ryder adds, “We’re not sharing you with anyone but each other.”

As we step inside the club, my heart flutters with anticipation.

For this one night at least, it sounds like I’m truly going to get everything I could ever want.