The Santas Who Stole Me (Stolen #1)

Chapter 35

Chapter Thirty-Five

GEORGIE

“It’s Christmas. Wake up my little Christmas cookie.”

The light flips on, and I shove my face into Zeke to try to hide in his shadows.

“Go back to sleep, Calum,” Zeke says pulling me closer to him, as much as his good arm will allow.

“Santa came Georgie, don’t you want to see?” Calum asks, his tone full of mischief.

“I prefer the Santas in my bed.”

“Exactly,” he says with a grin and a smack on my lips.

Zeke sighs and kisses my hair before releasing his hold on me. “Give us five minutes before you come down.” Calum extends a silent hand to help him stand since he refused the crutches.

“No peeking, Georgie, five minutes!” Keeper hollers from somewhere in the house.

I throw a pillow over my face to contain my giddy girl-squeal. Then I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and try to do something with the mess of my hair and duck in the shower. After the world’s fastest cleanup, my stomach buzzes with excitement when I step out, knowing I get Christmas with my men. A fluffy white robe is folded neatly and a red bodysuit draped on top is on the edge of the counter. It’s in the same place Calum left my workout clothes before, and the memory makes my heart speed up. Picking up the bodysuit with my fingers I bite my lip. The bra has a silk-lined underwire with two pieces of satin ribbon across the cups, tied in a bow. The width might cover my nipples. I slide it on realizing it’s crotchless. Two satin strips slide between the creases of my legs, and my pussy lips poke out. I shimmy my tits into the silky red material, certain that this was Calum’s idea.

I swipe my hand across the mirror and check my complexion. The purple on my face hurts to look at, so I put on some foundation and dab concealer despite the soreness. With a swipe of mascara and lip gloss, I shrug. It’s the best I can do. The thick cotton is so fluffy against my skin. I would consider curling back up in bed if my body wasn’t already humming in anticipation with what is downstairs waiting for me.

Thirty minutes later, I walk out of our room certain that it took longer than Keeper’s orders. For once, I’m not worried where my boots are. I don’t have to run ever again.

My feet barely hit the carpet on the last stair on my way to the living room. The Christmas tree is lit, and the LA sun beams through the back windows. The couch and coffee table have been moved, and when I round the tree I see why.

A large golden wingback chair has been placed in the middle of the living room. Zeke sits in the middle of the chair dressed in red velvet. He’s wearing the whole Santa costume down to his black boots but without the hat. I trail the fluffy white trim of his jacket from his collar. When my eyes sweep down to his lap, Zeke widens his legs and leans back in the chair in that sexy way men do when they know they have all the power. His elbow is bent on the arm rest, and he cocks his head to the side before leaning forward and palming his thick dick, outlined through the velvet pants.

My mouth waters at the sight.

“Georgia, come sit on my lap.” His voice is stern, but there is still warmth behind his words.

I hurry to meet his request. Am I rushing to get his dick? Yes, yes I am.

He puts his hand out in a motion for me to stop. “Lose the robe.” He winks at me.

“Yes, Santa.” I slowly untie the robe and let it drop to my feet and lick my lips. He takes a sharp breath, and I swallow hard as I wedge in between his legs and sit on the uninjured one.

Looking like a freaking model, he beams up at me as his finger strokes my left leg with the lightest touch. So light I would wonder if it even happened if it wasn’t for it being Zeke’s fingers. Anytime our skin touches it is electric.

“Georgia, have you been a good girl this year?”

“Yes, I’ve been a very good girl, Santa.”

That finger on the outside of my thigh inches up, but I don’t dare look away. This is what Zeke does. His intensity pulls you in, and you’re just trapped, willing to do anything for him.

“I’m not sure, she looks pretty naughty to me.” Keeper’s dark tone fills the dead silence of the room.

I’m hanging on Zeke’s every movement.

His hand slides up. He continues the featherlight touch, dragging his fingertips up over my hip, and I smile as Keeper walks in. Zeke thrusts his fingers in my hair, using his hold to yank me, forcing my chin to face up at another one of my men.

Keeper peers at me and I have no choice but to open my lips for him. His tongue twirls against mine, and Zeke guides me further into his mouth with his grip. Keeper pulls back to end the kiss, then leans back and smacks my lips hard. I can feel his smile against my mouth before I see blue eyes shining back at me.

Keeper straightens and I see he’s wearing the hell out of a Santa suit too. Including the hat and the boots. Under the fluffy white trim, it’s easy to see how well his big body fills out that jacket. The velvet strains over the bulge of his dick, and I get wetter. Red velvet pants should be the new gray sweatpants. Keeper could start a movement if anyone was to see him looking like this.

He stares at my core. The straps on the creases of my legs do nothing to hide my wetness, and I know if I get off Zeke his pants will have a wet spot.

Zeke misses nothing, including the gushing happening in between my legs. He doesn’t comment on it but rubs his thumb across his bottom lip and stares at me for too long before speaking. His gaze is so heated it is almost uncomfortable but so freaking hot. Finally, Zeke says, “Show Santa what a good girl you can be.”

I begin to shimmy down his lap, planning to kneel between his legs, but another voice grabs my attention.

“Did you start without me? Naughty Georgie couldn’t wait to get her pussy full.”

I turn to Calum’s voice and see him walk in with his Santa jacket open, showing off his ink and those gorgeous abs.

He marches to me, and I think he’s going to lean in and kiss me like Keeper, but instead, he puts his thumb in my mouth and pushes my jaw open. His lips brush my ear when he says, “Go on, be a good girl and give Santa that mouth.” He shoves two fingers in between my lips, hitting the back of my throat.

And because I really am a good girl, I suck on them despite gagging.

Calum leads me by the mouth, using his fingers and his hold on my cheek to force me in front of Zeke.

“Careful,” Keeper grits out to his brother.

Calum slips his fingers out of my mouth, and I land on my knees in front of Zeke, but I turn to Keeper to explain.

“I like when Calum’s rough. He takes away my thoughts and only focuses on my pleasure. The same way I like how you care for me, always making me feel special. I like how intense Zeke’s love is. Nothing else matters when he touches me, it’s so real it’s gut-wrenching. I need all of you exactly how you are. This is how we work, together.”

The way his lips curve almost makes me collapse. He glances at my mouth with zero shame as he thumbs the tip of his cock through the velvet.

“I will always take care of you. You are so damn perfect. And you look so damn pretty on your knees for me, kitten. I love you so much, don’t forget that while you’re choking. Now open up and take Daddy Santa’s cock like a good girl.”

My jaw opens, and his velvety hardness slides over my tongue. He stops, and I know he thinks this is all I can take, but I crouch up on my feet, keeping my legs bent, so I can reach him. Before my fingers make contact with Keeper to find my balance, Calum’s fingers wrap around both my wrists, and he pulls them behind my back. Something bristles against my skin, but I can’t turn my head to see what he’s using to tie me up.

“Tinsel. I’m going to wrap you up like a Christmas present,” Calum says.

Peeking up at Keeper, I love watching the power I have over him even when I am down on my knees. No hint of anything but lust on his handsome face.

“Tinsel wraps a tree,” Zeke tells him, and I try not to giggle at my ever-serious man.

“Hush, Zeke, it is Christmas. We are doing the Santa fantasy for Georgie.”

My heart swells knowing Calum set this up for me. Better get into character then. I hollow my cheeks and get to work on Keeper when I notice he is almost panting. He gets rougher with my hair, using my face to take him to the edge.

“Better stop kitten or this will be over quicker than planned.”

He yanks my hair back, popping my mouth off him, and I make a smacking sound with my lips and grin.

“Time to unwrap my present.” Calum is behind me kissing my neck and rubbing his hands all over me. He reaches in between my breasts and pulls on the ribbon.

The guys groan when they see how hard my nipples are.

I shriek when I feel the sharp sting of his hand slap one of my nipples. I have nothing to say; that was arousing and painful at the same time, and I loved it.

“Georgie, give Zee’s dick a turn, so I can feel your pussy,” Calum says, then hauls me up, and at some point Zeke took off his pants. His long hard length is out and demanding attention.

I gulp when he wraps his hand around his cock and takes a long slow stroke from the base to the tip. Calum’s arm bands around my waist, and he pushes my mouth over Zeke, keeping control over my tinsel-tied arms. I suck and swallow Zeke as best as I can on my knees. Keeper pulls my hair, helping me bob up and down, and I feel Calum crouch behind me.

Calum pushes inside me, and it stings as he opens me up, the cold metal balls of his piercings rubbing inside me so good. The chair leans back, and I slowly lean forward with Zeke. It must have been planned, to have a recliner for him. I know Calum thought of this, but his sweetness goes out the window as he rails me harder. His movements force me to take his best friend to the back of my throat, and I work as hard as I can to get Zeke off.

Throwing his head back, Zeke releases in my mouth. He gave no warning, just using my mouth to come.

“Swallow him all, Georgie. Good girls take all the cum. That is the only way to be on the nice list.”

I nod my head in agreement and suck every last drop of him down as Zeke twitches. Calum doesn’t let up and keeps slamming into me. My arms are getting sore, but I ignore it. I want my men to have complete control and use me however they want.

“Open up and let me see how good of a girl you were,” Keeper says, standing next to Zeke.

I pull off Zeke, drop my jaw, and stick out my tongue for their approval while Calum continues to bounce me up and down.

“If I’m good, do I get an orgasm, or do only bad girls get to come?”

Keeper’s feral grin assesses me before he replies. “Hmm, I think you have been pretty naughty this year. If you want to come you will have to be really good for Santa. That’s the only way you get a present. You do want to be good for Santa, don’t you, Georgie? Can you take more Santa cum?”

“She liked the idea of that, it made her pussy clench me tighter.”

I do want their come, so I open my mouth and take Keeper in deep.

“Georgie, you are so good at that. You look hot as fuck with a dick down your throat,” Zeke says.

Calum doesn’t stop his relentless pounding behind me. I can’t hold myself up anymore, so I give up, going limp, and letting them do what they want. Calum reaches around my leg and slaps my clit. The pain makes me shout around Keeper, and I practically vibrate when I come.

“That is my girl, you come for Santa,” Keeper grounds out through what sounds like clenched teeth. He reaches down and rubs a thumb over my nipple. Calum tells me how much he loves me, and Zeke chants my name over and over while jerking himself.

“Her mouth is too good. I can’t hold back much more,” Keeper tells Calum. Calum keeps pumping into me slowly while he unties my arms. Somewhere, a bottle of lube is open and some pours down my ass. Keeper pulls me off his brother and places me back down, so that Calum is pressed in between my cheeks as he lies on the floor. He shoves into my ass, and the sudden sting sends me over the edge again. My scream must set off Zeke because a rope of white shoots onto the floor beneath his throne. His abs clench under the red velvet jacket which is the only thing he wears now. God he looks amazing. Keeper pushes into my pussy, that is still convulsing, and three rough pumps later, he fills me up with a grunt. Calum comes next with a rough thrust inside me, and I stare up at Keeper, hovering above me.

“Merry Christmas, Georgie. I love you,” Keeper tells me.

“I love you, too, Santa.”