The Perfect Gift

3. Rosie

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rosie

The salty taste of Ashton’s cum sat on my tongue as I darted to the bathroom to reapply lipstick and fix my mascara so that Greg wouldn’t catch on. I returned to the kitchen to make popcorn, completely aware of the way Ash’s eyes never left me.

The way he watched me turned me on. I felt like I was standing in a forest and a wolf was stalking my every move, waiting to rip into me. It was borderline possessive (okay, maybe a lot possessive), but every nerve in my body lit up with need with his passing touch.

I was too far gone. I should have kicked his ass out into the snowstorm. Fucking Greg. This was Greg’s fault, in a way, for inviting them in. He could have minded his own business, but he just had to be a damn angel…

I should have told Greg what had happened. I’d sucked a stranger’s cock and… I’d enjoyed it? I couldn’t tell my husband that.

My thoughts continued to waver back and forth between guilt and lust. Guilt that I was doing something so naughty, and then being turned on. Was feeling guilty my kink? Was that a thing?

Furthermore, there was a single thought that simply wouldn’t fade.

Don’t I deserve to be wanted?

I adjusted my dress, tugging the skirt down. I was painfully aware of the fact that it barely covered my ass. My heart raced as I grabbed the giant bowl of popcorn and slid past Ashton.

His fingertips grazed my hips, a momentary look that made me want to get back on my knees.

Fuck.

I was doomed.

“ Stop ,” I hissed at him.

He only smiled.

I left the kitchen and took the popcorn to Hawk and Greg. “Here,” I muttered, shoving it at Greg.

“Thanks, babe,” he said, taking it. He grabbed a handful and popped a few into his mouth, butter glistening on his hand. “We put on one of those Hallmark movies that you like.”

I glanced up at the TV and pressed my lips into a thin line. He was right, I did like Hallmark movies. But this? This didn’t look like a Hallmark movie. It looked like the start of a Christmas porno. I raised a brow and swallowed hard. “Uh…”

“Hawk picked it out,” Greg said, flashing a perfect grin. “Do you want to sit and watch with us?”

I met the icy eyes of the lumberjack, noting his faint scarred smile. “One of my personal faves,” he said sweetly.

“I’m sure,” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice.

Was my husband really this stupid? He was a neurosurgeon, yes, but one with the awareness of a rock. Hawk sat close to him, the fire crackling and casting waves of heat over us. I drew in a short breath, wondering what I should do.

I turned, glancing at the front door. Two axes leaned against the wall, the sharpened ends gleaming maliciously. Then there were the two large backpacks. I hadn’t noticed those before.

I wondered what was in them. Murder weapons?

My thighs squeezed together and I mentally scolded myself. How fucking horny was I that even wondering if they’d brought murder weapons sort of turned me on? What was wrong with me?

“I think I’ll skip the Hallmark movie,” I mumbled.

“Rosie? Do you mind showing me where the bathroom is?” Ashton called.

I met his gaze across the room. He was up to something. That much was clear.

My tongue dragged over my bottom lip, the taste of him still present.

Hawk let out a long groan, stretching his arms as he stood up. The sweater he wore raised up, revealing a patch of dark hair along his toned stomach. “You can show me too, if you don’t mind.”

Fuck me. “Sure,” I gritted out. “Follow me.”

Greg tossed popcorn into his mouth, eyes glued to the TV. I thought about strangling him for a moment, and then turned, leading the two hot lumberjacks to our bedroom.

There was only one bathroom in the entire cabin, and it was connected to our room. Of course.

My muscles tensed as they followed me through the bedroom door. Ashton slid past me and went to the bed, taking a seat at the end.

I jerked a finger at him. “I’m not doing anything else with you,” I growled.

“No? Are you so sure?” Ashton teased.

Hawk’s broad hand carefully glided up my hips as he tugged me against him. I squeaked, my head tipping back as I looked up at him. Even in my heels, he towered over me.

This is wrong. I need to stop…

His erection pressed against me, his eyes glittering with a thousand shades of blue mischief. “Your husband is a dumbass.”

I swallowed hard, unable to pull myself away from him. “I know,” I rasped. “But I’m still married to him.”

“He doesn’t appreciate you the way we can,” Hawk continued. “I watched the two of you in the kitchen. Watched Ashton fuck this pretty mouth.” For someone so strong, he was gentle as he grazed his knuckles over my bottom lip. “I’m going to fuck you, Rosie. Do you understand?”

I did. There was a moment where I thought about running. I thought about going to Greg again.

But what the hell would Greg be able to do? Ashton and Hawk were both over six feet tall with bulky, toned muscles and the hardened athleticism of men who worked with wood. Greg worked out, sure, but he was no match for this sort of raw strength.

And I was desperate to come. I was so fucking wet, it was uncomfortable to walk. After sucking off Ashton, it was all I could think about, even if it meant sacrificing my morals.

I should have told Greg to kick them out. But I hadn’t. And now…

“Will you make me come?” I whispered.

“Many, many times,” Hawk promised.

It was wrong. It was so, so wrong. My husband was in the other room. Rosie, get a hold of yourself.

That wasn’t going to happen. They were too hot, and I was too damn horny.

“Okay,” I gasped. “Please. I’m desperate.”

“We know. We can tell. Poor little Rosie,” Hawk chuckled.

He leaned down, brushing his lips over mine. His beard tickled my skin, his hand wrapping around my throat as he kept my head tipped back against his chest. His tongue probed me, and I parted my lips for him, taking him deeper as I heard a movement in the room.

Ashton’s hands were on me again, rough and demanding.

Fuck. It’d been too long. I gasped into Hawk’s mouth as he rocked his erection against me. My skin prickled with heat, my body responding to him. Melting into him.

Ashton shoved my dress up, his hands spreading my thighs as he pressed his face between my legs.

Oh my god. I moaned as his tongue lapped at my clit, sending electric waves of pleasure through me.

“Fuck,” I gasped into Hawk’s mouth.

Hawk tightened his grip on me, holding me in place as his friend teased me through my lace panties. I shivered, my knees threatening to give out, but he wouldn’t let me fall. Both of them had me pinned between them, devouring, taking, using .

“Please,” I whimpered between kisses. “Please. I need to come. I’ll do whatever you want. Anything.”

I traced the scar on his lip with my tongue. His gaze darkened, a low growl leaving him.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

I did it again, rubbing my ass against his cock and feeling him harden against me.

“Good girl,” he praised. “We know what you need, Rosie. We know exactly what you need. And we’ll give it to you if you’re good for us.”

“Thank you,” I gasped, bucking my hips helplessly as Ashton growled against me.

“She’s such a wet little whore,” Ashton said. “Soaked for us.”

“She tastes like you, Ash,” Hawk said. He forced his tongue against mine again in a kiss that had me swooning. I was in a hot and heavy daze, unable to think straight. Unable to find a shred of resistance. “Salty and sweet. She’s being such a good little treat, isn’t she?”

Ash scoffed. “Don’t fucking praise her yet. She’s done nothing but suck me off. She has to earn your words.”

My body careened with need. I’d never been touched like this. I’d never been degraded and praised at the same time.

The three of us paused when we heard a surprised yelp from the living room. Hawk clamped his hand over my mouth before I could call out to Greg.

My heart pounded, my thoughts going a thousand miles an hour. What if they hurt Greg? What if something bad happened? They wouldn’t do that, right?

“He just got to the first scene,” Hawk whispered. “A little less wholesome than he previously thought.”

I swallowed hard. “I take that it wasn’t a Hallmark movie.”

Hawk chuckled. “Horny Hallmark? Yes. He’s probably wondering what the hell is going on. Probably looking back at the bedroom, wondering how long he can get away with sitting there with a hard cock while you’re in another room.”

A dark chuckle escaped Ash and he stood up. “You’re so devious.”

“I am.”

He released me, and I felt a wave of disappointment.

I didn’t want him to let me go.

“If you want our cocks, you’re going to get on the bed and wait for us. Do you still want to come, little Rosie?”

“Yes,” I admitted, feeling a wave of shame. This was so incredibly awful of me, but there was no turning back. “Please don’t hurt him.”

“Greg will be fine,” Ash said. “I promise. Do you trust us?”

Did I trust two strangers that had showed up at our door in a snowstorm? Did I trust them when Ashton had just face fucked me in the kitchen and Hawk was clearly going to take me too?

“ Rosie ,” Hawk growled.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I trust both of you. I shouldn’t. This is something else, this is…”

“It feels good,” Hawk said.

“It does.”

Ash nodded. “Good girl. Get your ass on the bed.”

Hawk gave me a light shove and I stumbled forward to the bed. I sat down, turning to look at the two of them. Ash shocked me by grabbing the front of Hawk’s sweater and dragging him into a hot, open-mouthed kiss. I squeezed my thighs together as I watched, wondering what I tasted like between them.

Fuck . I’d lost my mind. Was I seriously going to let two strangers fuck me? Yes. I was going to let them tell me what to do, allow them to degrade me, to use me however they pleased.

Acceptance settled over me.

Hawk grunted as he pulled back, his cock straining against his zipper. “Stay here,” he commanded me. “I want you to finger yourself for us while you wait, but if you come, this all ends. Understood?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He winked at me and then left. Ash gave me a stern look. “I’ll know if you come, Rosie. You only come for us tonight.”

I nodded eagerly. “Okay.”

Ash followed Hawk, leaving me alone to think about how fucked up I was. A soft pant left me as I scooted back on the bed and brought my legs up, spreading my thighs as I trailed my fingers down to my pussy.

I slid them under my fishnets and panties, a long groan leaving me. I was a damn fountain down there. My breath hitched as I circled my clit, Greg’s shout echoing from the living room.

What are they doing to him? My heart pounded. What if they killed us? They had axes. They were strong. But they didn’t seem like the type to kill. I knew how many secrets people could hold, I was a lawyer for fuck’s sake—my danger senses didn’t tingle in the murdery way.

They did tingle in the ‘I might not be able to walk straight tomorrow’ way.

And my marriage might be over after this holiday adventure.

Fuck.

This is wrong, wrong, wrong. But it felt so damn right.

Ashton looked like he’d walked off the cover of a lumberjack magazine. He was sexy and rough and had an edge that turned me on.

Hawk looked like a mafia devil straight out of one of my romance novels. And the way he’d praised me…

Hearing him call me a good girl?

It felt really fucking good.

“ What are you doing? Unhand me!”

“ Greg ,” I gasped, circling my clit. “I’m sorry. Fuck.”

I was so, so close to coming. Their words echoed through my head though, and right before I slipped over the edge, I pulled my fingers away, my head spinning as I stared at the vaulted ceiling.

All the pent up frustration from the last few days was growing stronger and stronger. I couldn’t believe Greg hadn’t even kissed me once. He’d also dodged my kiss earlier.

If I was going to be snowed in, I was glad it wasn’t just with him. I loved him. God, I really loved him.

But I needed this.

My head lifted as I waited for my lumberjacks to come back to me.

I needed them. I craved their roughness. I wanted to be manhandled, throughly fucked. My pussy throbbed, my patience wearing thin.

More grunts and curses echoed from the living room. Greg’s sharp yell followed, but it wasn’t a yell of pain or… being ax murdered?

“What is wrong with me?” I whispered to myself.

They’d promised they wouldn’t hurt him.

I slid my fingers back down to my clit, a soft moan leaving me as I circled myself, pleasure erupting through me. I was so, so close. So close.

Footsteps grew closer. I raised my head in a daze, fingers still on my clit as the three of them came through the doorway.

Oh god. What are they going to do to us?