Filthy Rich Santas

40. Lana

40

LANA

I hold my breath as I glance between Ryder and Beckett, waiting for them to speak.

Beckett steps forward first, his nostrils flaring as he drags in a breath. “I’m not done, little menace. I’m not ready to give you up.”

“Same.” Ryder nods firmly, coming to stand beside Beckett. “I don’t know who the fuck I was trying to fool, saying that I ever could. You’ve gotten under my skin, and I don’t think I’ll ever get you out.”

“But you… you don’t do relationships,” I stammer, my heart thundering.

He pulls me into his arms, his smile radiating the kind of pure heat that makes my knees weak. “You’re right. I didn’t. But when will you get it into that beautiful head of yours, love? You’re my exception.”

“To what?” I whisper.

His smile widens, and he tucks my hair behind my ear and then cups my cheek.

“To everything.”

The words steal my breath, and my pulse flutters wildly in my throat. A small sound escapes me as he lowers his head, claiming my lips in a deep kiss.

And then there are two more sets of arms around me, surrounding me. More hungry kisses follow as Tristan and Beckett step closer and overwhelm me in a blur of sensation.

There’s no way I can doubt this is real. Not with the way all three of them are holding me like they’ll never let go.

I melt into them, the fatigue I’ve been suffering from all but forgotten.

“You really mean it.”

“Fuck yeah, we do,” Beckett growls, his breath tickling my ear as he nuzzles my neck. “Let us show you. Let us make you feel what you do to us. Tell us you want it too, little menace.”

“I do,” I confess. “I want this too. I know it’s barely been a day, but it’s been torture not being able to touch any of you anymore. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the three of you, and about how it was during the trip. I wasn’t ready for it to end. I… I want so much more.”

Beckett tips my chin up and stares into my eyes, searching them for a long moment.

Whatever he sees on my face must satisfy him, because he crushes his mouth to mine, muttering, “Thank fuck.”

My head is spinning, and the only thing keeping me grounded is their hands all over me. Then I’m backed up against the wall, held firmly in place by their bodies as Beckett captures my mouth again while Ryder moves to my neck, leaving Tristan to kiss trails of fire across my shoulder.

We’ve done far kinkier things than this together, but somehow, with emotions and desires all swirling inside me and the possessive, demanding way they’re handling me, this moment feels hotter than any that have come before it.

It’s as if they’re afraid to let me go. As if they don’t want to lose me again.

I know how they feel.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” Beckett murmurs, nipping at my earlobe. “I need you naked.”

His fingers move to the hem of my sweater, and a moment later, I gasp against his lips as his calloused hands slide over my stomach, his thumbs skimming the undersides of my breasts.

Ryder turns my face to the side and captures my mouth, swallowing the sound down with a groan. “Not letting you go again, love.”

“Ours,” Tristan mutters, working my clothes off with single-minded focus. “That’s the new deal. You’re ours now.”

“Can we… can we really do this?” My voice shakes slightly. “Can all three of you really share me?”

“Pretty sure we’re doing it right now,” Beckett rumbles, stepping back so he can pull the ugly sweater over my head, then unclasping my bra.

He thumbs my nipples, then pushes my breasts together and sucks them both into his mouth at once.

I arch against him, completely naked now, as someone else’s hand slips between my legs.

It’s so good I can barely think, but I need to know.

“Can you share me beyond just sex, I mean? Is that… is that what we’re talking about?”

They all stop for a moment, three sets of eyes burning into mine.

“Yes,” Beckett says firmly.

Tristan smiles. “We want everything.”

“As long as you want it too, love, we absolutely can and will share you in every way possible,” Ryder adds. “But only with each other, do you understand? This is a closed deal. You’re ours, and we’re yours. But no one else fucking touches you.”

My breath hitches. It really is everything I’ve dreamed of.

“That’s all I need,” I whisper. “It’s all I want . Just you three. Just us. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Good,” Ryder says as Beckett’s stern expression slowly spreads into a predatory smile.

“What he said.”

“Fuck,” Tristan groans, his voice hoarse. “I have to taste you again.” He doesn’t wait for a response, dropping to his knees in front of me. “I’ve missed your taste so damn much.”

Ryder claims my mouth again, and Beckett groans, kneading my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers. Tristan’s hands slide behind my thighs, pulling my legs wider and lifting me a little, until I’m supported by all three men as they rest my back against the wall.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe. “Oh god, I?—”

My words cut off in a whispered scream, which is muffled by Ryder’s tongue as he plunges it back into my mouth.

“Quiet, freckles,” Tristan murmurs, hitching one of my legs over his shoulder. “You can do that, can’t you?”

I shake my head, panting, and he gives me a devilish smile and tugs on my clit piercing with his teeth.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss. “Oh shit. Oh god, please, Tristan.”

“You heard him,” Beckett rumbles in my ear. “You’re gonna have to stay quiet. Do you need some help with that, dirty girl?”

“Y-yes,” I gasp.

He swallows my next sound with a kiss, while Ryder whispers filthy praise in my ear.

Tristan drives his tongue into me, and my hips buck helplessly against him until someone’s hands hold me still. I have no idea whose. Their touch is everywhere, surrounding me, overwhelming me, and the sensation overload is so incredible, especially after thinking I’d never have this again, that I’m already barreling toward the edge.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” Tristan mutters as he feasts on me. “I’ve been starving for you.”

My head is spinning. It’s so good, and so much, that his words undo me. Sounds spill from my throat that I’ve got no chance in hell of containing, a mix of whimpers and moans as he laps at me with hungry flicks of his tongue.

“Oh god,” I pant. “I can’t… I’m gonna?—”

“Do it,” Beckett orders, fisting my hair and tilting my head back. “Come for us.”

I cry out softly as pleasure rocks through me on his command, rocking against Tristan’s face as he groans and works me through it. He digs his fingers into my hips to hold me steady, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until I finally slump against the wall, breathless.

“Fucking hell,” he pants, looking up at me with hooded eyes. “I’m never gonna get enough of that.”

“But it’s my turn, now,” Ryder says, turning me around and bending me over the edge of the bed.

I’m still riding the high from Tristan’s talented tongue, but I bite my lip in anticipation. Ryder’s fingers trace the curve of my ass, teasing me, and I whimper.

“You like that, don’t you?” He leans in until I can feel his teeth graze the sensitive skin of my ass cheek. “You want me to eat you out like this? Ass up and on display for me?”

I nod, unable to form coherent words.

“Good. Because I can’t fucking wait.”

His mouth is on me before I can even react, his tongue tracing the length of my slit from behind. I bite my lip to muffle the moan that threatens to escape, but it’s no use. The sensation is too much, too intense, and I can’t hold back.

Someone’s hands run through my hair. More hands hold me down against the bed as I writhe on Ryder’s tongue.

“Shhh. Quiet now.”

“Be good, little menace.”

Ryder’s hands grip my hips tighter, holding me in place as he devours me. His tongue is relentless, teasing and probing me deep as he gropes my ass, lifting my hips until I’m practically riding his face.

“I could do this all fucking night,” Ryder mutters, rubbing his face back and forth, the hint of rough stubble on his jaw sending bolts of electricity through my thighs. Then he rubs a finger through my slick folds, drenching it with my arousal before lapping at my pussy again and circling his finger around my sensitive asshole.

I hiss out a breath, and he groans, pressing his fingertip inside. A jolt of pleasure rocks through me, and I push back against him, desperate to come again as I whimper and rock against his face.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans, his voice muffled. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I can feel myself getting closer to the peak, pressure building inside me, and I whimper, trying to muffle the sounds.

Beckett’s low, sexy chuckle washes over me, his big hand holding my head down against the mattress. “Careful, little menace. We’re not alone in the house. You want your family to hear this?”

“She did like being watched,” Tristan murmurs, a dangerous, teasing lilt to his voice. “Maybe she wants an audience again.”

I whine as my stomach flutters at his words, a burst of adrenaline shooting through me.

“Is that why you’re so loud, dirty girl? You want to be caught? Or is it just that Ryder’s mouth is that good?”

“No! I mean, yes!” I whisper, shaking my head. “I’m… I’m close. Please.”

“Come for me,” Ryder growls. “Let me fucking taste it.”

With his fingers buried in my ass, he spears his tongue back into my pussy, and I lose it. Pleasure floods through me as another climax hits, and I bite down on the blankets, stifling my noises as I ride the wave.

His tongue fucks me through it, drawing out every last second of bliss until I collapse on the bed, boneless and spent.

“I don’t think so,” Beckett rumbles, hauling me up to my feet before wrapping an arm around me and pulling my back against his chest. “We’re not fucking done with you. I need some too.”

“I’m yours,” I breathe, my body feeling like it’s floating as he grinds his cock against my back, kissing my neck and fingering my pussy.

“Damn fucking right, you’re ours,” he says, his other hand sliding up to my breasts for a moment before he turns me around to face him.

I expect him to kiss me—but instead, he slides his hands around to the backs of my thighs and lifts me off my feet, making me yelp quietly as I clutch at him for balance.

Then he tosses me back onto the mattress, gazing down at me with blazing eyes.

“Beckett,” I whisper. “What are you?—”

“You asked us a question,” he says, stepping closer. “And I’m gonna give you an answer. I’m gonna prove how much I love sharing you. Are you going to be good for me?”

I feel like I’m falling apart, unraveling from the two orgasms these men have already given me. We’ve gone so far past good I don’t even know if the word applies.

But I still want to be good.

“Yes,” I promise, licking my lips. “But… I’m not actually sure I can stay quiet.”

“Goddamn. You really are a little menace.”

Gripping my ankles, he drags me to the edge of the bed in a quick motion. Then he dives in, his tongue flicking and teasing my sensitive flesh with a ferocious intensity that makes me feel like he’s starving for me.

“Oh god,” I pant, fighting to keep quiet as I dig my fingers into the sheets. “Oh god, I can’t…”

“You fucking can,” he mutters. “You fucking will.”

His hands tighten around my thighs, holding me open for him as he devours me. I can’t even remember how to breathe.

And then the bed dips on either side of me, Tristan and Ryder gathering close.

“So perfect,” Tristan murmurs, brushing hair out of my face and kissing me softly. “You’re so fucking perfect. Look at you, all spread out and on display for us.”

“Fucking beautiful,” Ryder mutters, leaning down to drag his tongue down my throat, over my collarbone, down to my breasts.

Then he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth as Beckett groans into my pussy, fingering me while sucking on my clit, and I almost scream.

Tristan swallows the sound down, his mouth tasting of my arousal. I can already feel myself building toward another orgasm, my body writhing beneath the three of them as Beckett takes me apart with his mouth.

“Give me another one,” he orders, his voice hoarse. “I need to taste your pleasure. I want to fucking drown in it. Come for me, little menace.”

I whine, bucking against his face. I’m so close, but I need something…

“That’s it,” Ryder murmurs. “God, I love how responsive you are. Give Beckett what he wants, love.”

Beckett growls his agreement, and the vibrations push me over the edge.

The orgasm he demanded crashes through me, and I throw my head back, letting out a sound that’s quickly muffled by Tristan’s kiss.

My back arches off the bed, my whole body shuddering as I thrash against the sheets, riding out wave after wave of bliss.

“Fucking hell,” one of them mutters as I come down from the high.

I drag my eyes open, and Tristan helps me sit up.

The men surround me, all three of their cocks are hard and straining behind their pants, and I don’t even try to stop myself from reaching for the closest one.

Ryder.

He captures my hand before I touch him, placing a kiss on my palm as he shakes his head at me. “We don’t have time for that, love.”

I blink, my brain trying to come back online.

He smirks when he sees my confusion. “Did you forget where we are?”

“Oh god. My parents’ house.”

Where they’re still downstairs preparing for the party tonight.

“You were loud enough on your own,” Tristan teases me, a gleam in his eyes. “We’d definitely get caught if we fucked you the way we want to right now.”

“But—”

He shakes his head, stopping my argument with a finger to my lips. “But we’ll make it up to you tonight. Promise.”

Ryder nods, and Beckett gives me a smile that makes my stomach flip.

“We’ll be back in this room after everyone’s asleep, little menace. Leave the door unlocked, and we’ll make sure to take care of you.”

I nod, my heart racing at the thought.

Ryder leans in to plant a kiss against my forehead, then gently cups my face. “You should rest. At least take a nap before the party tonight.”

The moment he says it, I can feel fatigue pulling on me again. But the reality is that here in my parents’ house, I have obligations.

I shake my head. “I can’t. My mother will be expecting me to finish helping with preparations.”

“No,” Beckett says, crossing his arms over his chest.

I blink at him. “But?—”

Tristan smiles at me. “We’ll cover for you, freckles. Your mom won’t even notice you’re gone. I promise.”

“And you promised you’d take better care of yourself,” Beckett reminds me, a fondly stern look on his face.

“If you’re sure…”

“We’ve got this handled,” Ryder says, grinning. “But Beckett’s right. You need to rest up. We’re not fucking around with the lupus anymore, right?”

“Right,” I murmur, my heart swelling at their insistence. It really is about more than sex with them. They care about me. All of me.

I’ve never felt so cherished, so protected, and without thinking, I reach up and pull Ryder into a soft kiss. When I break away, I turn to Tristan, pressing my lips to his. Then finally, I kiss Beckett, pouring all my gratitude and affection into it.

“Thank you,” I murmur before the three of them slip out of my room, each giving me a final lingering look before disappearing through the door.

As it clicks shut behind them, I find myself staring at the space they just occupied, a light feeling of happiness filling my chest, even as fatigue tugs at me.

I sink back onto the bed, closing my eyes. I still don’t know exactly how a relationship with all four of us will work, but I know I want it.

And even better, they want it too.