Filthy Rich Santas

45. Lana

45

LANA

As Caleb leaves, a mix of emotions swirls inside me. I’m exhausted, every nerve ending raw from the day’s events, but there’s also a sense of relief washing over me. It’s as if a festering wound has finally been lanced, allowing the poison to drain away. I feel lighter, somehow, despite the weight of everything that’s happened.

Grandma Meg’s warm voice breaks through my thoughts. “You must be worn out, dears. It’s been quite a day. Why don’t you use the guesthouse for the night? There’s plenty of room for all of you to share the space.”

I blink, a blush stealing over my cheeks. But there’s no judgment in her voice, no raised eyebrows or pointed looks. Just simple, straightforward hospitality.

She really does accept the four of us being together.

“That would be wonderful, thank you,” I manage, my voice thick with emotion.

Meg steps forward, enveloping me in another hug. “You’re welcome here anytime, dear. All of you.”

As we pull apart, I feel a nudge at my legs. When I look down, Baldwin stares back up at me with those soulful eyes, his tail wagging furiously, like a little pom pom.

“I think someone wants to say goodnight,” Meg chuckles.

I kneel down, scratching behind Baldwin’s ears as he leans into my touch. “Goodnight, little guy,” I murmur, feeling a surge of affection for this quirky, sweater-wearing pup.

With final hugs and thank-yous to Grandma Meg, the men and I make our way out to the guest house. The cool night air feels refreshing against my skin, and I take a deep breath, letting it cleanse some of the day’s tension from my body.

“This is cozy,” I say as soon as we step inside the guesthouse.

Tristan grins. “I thought you’d like it. There’s not much to it, but I think it will do just fine.”

He’s right. It’s not huge, but it’s warm and inviting. Just a small sitting room, a tiny kitchen, a closed door that I’m guessing leads to a bathroom, and an open door with what seems to be the guesthouse’s only bedroom.

And inside it, all the proof I need that Meg really does accept our relationship.

I laugh. “There’s only one bed.”

“Feeling a little déjà vu?” Ryder teases me, his strong arms wrapping around me from behind. His familiar cinnamon and bergamot scent envelops me as he pulls me close. Within moments, Tristan and Beckett join in, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety around me.

“I’m definitely feeling something,” I murmur, melting into their embrace.

The tension I’ve been carrying all day drains right out of me. The hug isn’t sexual, but it’s perfect. Their touch grounds me, reminding me of what truly matters.

It wasn’t just because of them that I found the courage to stand up to my parents—that was something I’ve needed to do for myself for a long time, and I know I deserve credit for finding the strength to finally confront them. But there’s no doubt in my mind that these three men have helped me find that strength.

They’ve shown me who I can be when I’m not holding back, when I’m true to myself, and that means everything to me.

“What do you need right now, Lana?” Beckett’s deep voice rumbles softly against my ear.

They’ve all been so attentive, so concerned and caring. And in light of the day we’ve just had, I’m pretty sure this is Beckett’s not-so-subtle way of checking in on my energy levels.

But for once, I’m not feeling fatigued. Maybe a little tired, sure, but sleep isn’t really what I want right now. And it’s definitely not what I need.

I pull back a little so I can look at them, and all three men immediately loosen their holds.

“I need you to fuck me. All of you.”

Time feels suspended for a moment, the private bubble we’re in, tucked away in this guesthouse, seeming to shrink around us. The air hums with electricity.

And then Beckett growls, his voice low and husky. “We can do that. We can do anything you need, little menace.”

I let out a slow, shuddering breath. “I want…”

He kisses me before I can put it into words, but I don’t have to. Not with these three.

Beckett’s lips are demanding, his kiss pushing me toward the bed. Tristan and Ryder are right there with us, their hands reaching, pulling, tugging at my clothes as they undress me.

“Look at you, freckles,” Tristan murmurs, his breath hot against my neck as he nuzzles the curve of my shoulder. “So fucking beautiful.”

A thrill tumbles down my spine. Then Ryder’s fingers dance along my sides, feather-light touches that make me squirm.

“Ticklish, love?” he teases, his lips brushing my ear as he nibbles on the lobe. “Or are you wiggling around for some other reason?”

“Let’s find out,” Beckett says, dragging his mouth away from mine to suck and bite gently at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

I gasp, my back arching, and he chuckles, low and dark as Tristan cups my breasts, his thumbs rubbing slow circles over my nipples until they pucker and tighten.

Then he dips his head and sucks on them.

They’re worshiping me, revering every inch of my body like it’s sacred, and it’s both wonderful and maddening, liquid heat pooling between my legs as they push me higher and higher.

“Oh fuck. Please .”

Beckett slides his hands down to my hips, pulling me against the bulge in his pants. “Is this what you need?”

“We’re going to make you feel so fucking good.” Ryder’s voice is hot and breathless against my skin. “You look so damn perfect when you’re hungry for cock, but you’d look even better spread out on the bed for us.”

My breath catches at the possessive edge in his voice, then their hands are guiding me down and spreading me out, just as Ryder said.

“Don’t move,” Beckett orders as all three men strip down to skin.

Then the bed dips, and they’re surrounding me again, Beckett’s hand between my legs.

“So fucking wet already,” he says approvingly, tugging on my piercing as his fingers slip inside me. “You like being on display like this, don’t you? You like knowing we’re all thinking about how much we want to fuck you. How fucking sexy you are, begging for our cocks like the hungry slut you are.”

My heart is racing, a hot, electric current running through my veins, and when Beckett slides his fingers free and licks them clean, I moan.

He’s right that I’m hungry for it. I need their cocks inside me like I need air. And if Beckett wants me to beg, I’m more than happy to. I’ll do anything for these three men.

“Please,” I breathe. “I’m yours. All of you. Please. I want it. I need it. Fuck me like you promised.”

“Like we promised?” Ryder grins down at me, hot and wicked. “Because I remember someone asking to be fucked like a bad, bad girl tonight. Is that what you want?”

My thighs clench involuntarily, a rush of heat sweeping through me. I remember too.

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice cracking.

“Say it,” Beckett rasps, his hand sliding down to wrap around his cock, those thick fingers playing up and down the row of piercings in his length.

I can’t tear my gaze away. My pussy throbs, aching for him, and my fingers twitch, desperate to touch him too.

“Yes,” I repeat. “Please. I’m your bad girl, and I need you to fuck me. All of you. Fuck me like I’m filthy.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Ryder groans, dipping down to kiss me hard.

Beckett groans, pushing my legs apart and lifting them to his shoulders, then fitting his cock against my entrance and driving in to the hilt in one hard thrust.

I almost cry out, but Ryder swallows the sound quickly before letting Tristan take over where he left off.

Someone’s hands are on my breasts.

Someone else tugs on my piercing.

And Beckett fucks me like I really am on the naughty list, thrusting hard and fast right out of the gate, with no slow, sensual build up. Giving me exactly what I need, claiming me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.

I cry out, overwhelmed and already racing toward an orgasm.

“More,” I beg. “Harder. Faster.”

“You’ll get what I fucking give you,” he growls as his hips snap forward, driving deeper, his strength on full display as he powers into me.

My head falls back, my spine arching, a primitive, helpless sound tearing from my throat. I scrabble for purchase on the sheets, unable to do more than hold on as Beckett pistons between my legs, using my body for his pleasure.

“Fuck, I need some of that,” Ryder grunts, fisting his cock next to me as Tristan drags his mouth from one of my nipples to the next, sucking and biting, marking my skin like he owns it.

I’m right on the edge, but for once, they’re keeping me there. Not pushing me over into a sobbing, quivering mess of pleasure, but edging me almost as badly as the day they made me wear the butt plug.

“Ryder,” Beckett grunts, pulling out of me abruptly. “Get some of this.”

Ryder’s cock immediately takes his place, slamming into me and fucking me with a punishing rhythm that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

“Fuck, your pussy feels amazing,” he says, pushing me legs up until they’re folded in half, my knees at my shoulders while he drives into me. “It was made to take our cocks.”

His thrusts are brutal, and I whimper, my pussy clenching, a new wave of wetness flooding me as my core tightens into a fist-sized ball of need. I’m close. So close…

Then he pulls out.

My whine of protest turns into a moan when Tristan immediately takes his place, pushing inside me, thick and relentless, his pace a little slower but so deep I’m shuddering.

“That’s right,” he says, his voice a low purr. “Let me feel it. Give yourself over to us. You belong to us now, don’t you?”

“Yesss,” I hiss, the word ending on a strangled cry as he pushes deeper.

“Good girl. So fucking tight. I want to stay buried in you all night.”

“Yes,” I pant, trying to move, needing him to go faster, harder. Needing more.

But he just holds my legs tight, pressing them down to keep me still, his gaze dark and hungry.

“I want to, but you need something else, don’t you? You need to know you’re owned by all of us.”

He pulls out, and Beckett picks me up like I weigh nothing, setting me back down on his cock.

My pussy pulses, a shiver of lust racing up my spine as he impales me. He’s leaning against the headboard now, and he doesn’t ask me to ride him. He palms my ass in both hands, slams his hips up to drive his thick cock even deeper, and makes me.

I scream, clutching his arms, and he does it again. And again. Fucking me so hard the entire bed is shaking.

“You’re ours,” he snarls, his gaze locking onto mine. “All of you. Forever. Mine. Ryder’s. Tristan’s. Ours. Tell us.”

“Yes,” I choke. “Oh god, I’m going to… I’m going to…”

“Not yet,” Beckett says with a wicked smile, lifting me off his cock and passing me back to Ryder.

I lose count of how many times they pass me back and forth, edging me until I’m sobbing.

It’s perfect. I feel cherished and used and adored. Like a goddess. Like a whore. It’s a heady combination, and it makes me feel more connected to them than ever before. I needed this so much.

But it’s not everything I need.

I’m upright, on my knees, Ryder’s mouth on mine and his fingers on my clit as Tristan fucks me from behind, but I need more.

“Closer,” I beg when Ryder drags his lips down my throat. “Need you.”

He groans, and this time, when Tristan pumps into me, it pushes me flush against his body, his hard cock sliding through my slick slit and bumping my piercing.

“Yes! Fuck me. Please, Ryder. Need your cock.”

Tristan slams into me again, kissing the back of my neck, then starts to pull out.

I reach behind me and grab for his hip. “No! Don’t go. Keep fucking me. I need you in me too. I need both of you.”

“Oh, fuck,” Ryder groans. “That’s a lot, baby. You want Tristan to pull out and take your ass so I can have your pussy?”

“No,” I pant. “I want you both in the same hole. Share me. Take me.”

Ryder’s chest vibrates, a low, primal growl emanating from him.

Tristan sucks in a sharp breath, and his cock throbs inside me. “Are you sure?”

I nod frantically. “Please.”

He and Ryder share a look, and then his arms wrap around me, sliding down to my waist. He lifts me slightly, and Ryder shifts, grabbing the base of his cock and guiding it lower—not to my clit this time, but to my entrance, which is already stretched around Tristan’s shaft.

He pushes his tip in, and my eyes widen, my lips parting. Tristan throbs inside me, his fingers digging into my hips as Ryder slowly starts working his way in too.

It burns. It’s overwhelming. It’s perfect. Especially with Beckett’s hot gaze burning into me as he watches them fill me, inch by inch, slowly fisting his cock.

“Oh god,” I breathe, the sensation stealing the breath from my lungs as I let my head fall back on Tristan’s shoulder and pant through the sensation.

Ryder’s grip on my waist tightens, holding me still. “Fucking incredible,” he grits out. “Can you take more?”

“All of it. Ryder, give me all of you!”

He pushes forward, and a sob escapes my throat as I feel my body stretch, opening up, taking him and Tristan both.

“Holy shit, you’re amazing,” Tristan pants. “You’re doing so good, freckles. So fucking perfect.”

I’m pinned between their bodies, full of cock, and it’s not enough.

“Fuck me,” I plead. “Need more.”

They oblige, slowly rocking against me, the two of them finding a rhythm that’s somehow not quite fast enough and perfect at the same time. It’s intense and amazing, and like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, the words pouring out of me. “Oh fuck, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

“Fuck, Lana. You’re gonna make me come,” Tristan groans, turning my head and kissing me.

The bed dips next to us, and when Tristan releases my mouth, panting against the back of my neck Beckett takes my chin in his hand and tilts my head toward him.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

He does, hard and fast, but then pulls back, the heat in his eyes almost undoing me.

“I want to see your face,” he murmurs. “You have no fucking idea how incredible you look taking two cocks.”

“I want three.”

He freezes, the heat I thought I saw in his gaze before flaring into an inferno.

“What?”

“I need you, Beckett. I need you too.”

“Fuck,” Ryder groans, his cock throbbing inside me. “What are you saying, love?”

“I want all of you at once.”

“How?”

“Jesus.”

“Fucking anything,” Beckett promises in that low, rumbling growl that always gets me. “Where do you want me?”

His hot gaze has me pinned in place just as thoroughly as Tristan’s and Ryder’s cocks do, and I couldn’t look away if I tried. “I want you in my pussy, Beckett. I want all three of you at the same time.”