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  He fished out a dark gray hoodie and turned to me. “It’ll be so big on you,” he said with a laugh as he compared the size of the sweatshirt to me. His eyes landed squarely on my chest, and his pupils dilated.

  I didn’t have to look down to know what he saw. I could feel the pinpoints my nipples had become against the front of my thin sweater. I watched Ethan’s jaw tick before he swallowed hard and lifted his eyes back to mine.

  The mad blush that darkened his cheeks surprised me. Yes, I’d caught him staring, but I didn’t mind. Not at all.

  “I’m so sorry,” he murmured.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “I didn’t bring you here to…I shouldn’t have…” His words trailed off and his brow furrowed so deep it looked like he might be in pain.

  “It’s okay,” I said, stepping closer. “You can look if you want to. I'd like it if you did.” I'd never know where the courage to say that came from.

  His jaw ticked again, but he didn’t hesitate to accept my invitation and take another peek.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip again before he drew that sweet, pouty flesh in and nibbled it with his teeth.

  Oh, how well I recognized that move. I did the same thing when I was thinking—when I wanted to say or do something but hadn’t quite decided what yet.

  “What is it? You can tell me,” I coaxed. Where the hell had this hot, horny little vixen come from? She’d invaded my mouth about the same time I’d invaded the private space of these three smoking hot men. She’d invaded my mind right about the time that I decided my Christmas miracle would be a night of naughtiness with one of these men. Or two.

  Or all three.

  Ethan cleared his throat and looked down at the hoodie in his hand. “I'm thinking I don’t know why I’m offering you extra layers when all I want to do is strip you down.”

  Time stopped. Record scratch noise. My breath and heart and probably even Christmas came to a grinding halt at that moment. I’d never had a man speak to me so blatantly. Especially not one that looked like this.

  “You want me?” I whispered, hardly believing it could be true, but praising my newfound wanton ways for the courage to ask it anyway.

  “Fuck, Hope. Of course I do. Look at you. I’ve wanted you since the very first time I saw you, taking such good care of all those women and children down at Safe Haven. You just about brought this big, badass cop to his knees, baby.”

  I watched him toss the sweatshirt on the floor with shaky hands. His words washed over me, warming me. Making me feel wanted. Needed. For the first time ever in my life, I decided to give in and do something just for me.

  “Prove it,” I murmured, stepping right into his warmth. I lifted onto my tiptoes until I was so close the words whispered across his lips. “I dare you.”

  Chapter 4

  Ethan wasted no time. He closed the distance between our lips and tangled his hands in my hair, freeing it from its knot.

  “Fuck me. Knew it would feel like silk,” he murmured against my mouth as he wound the long, wavy length of my hair around his fist. He tilted my head back and used the angle to deepen the kiss until I was moaning and panting.

  The growl that rose from his throat nearly shattered me. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine, breathing hard. “Please, Hope. Tell me you want this. Tell me the one lonely condom waiting in my drawer has your name on it.”

  “I want this, most definitely,” I whispered back, meeting his eyes so he would know how serious I was.

  Yeah, I wanted this more than I’d wanted anything in so, so long. Needed it with my whole being.

  “You’re gonna wreck me, aren’t you?” he teased, grasping my hips and tugging my body close, so I was pressed against the firm length of his erection.

  “God, I hope so,” I moaned as I rubbed myself against him like a cat against a sofa corner.

  He dragged his hands up my torso, slipping his fingers beneath my sweater as he went, taking it right up and over my head. His arm banded tight around my back and he leaned over me, dipping me. My breasts thrust up into his face.

  The move granted him perfect access to the tender flesh that spilled over the cups of my lace bra. His showered kisses over my breasts before latching on to my left nipple and working it with his teeth and tongue through the thin fabric. I cried out and then clamped a hand over my mouth, silencing the sound and my ensuing giggles.

  “You can be as loud as you want,” he growled, urgently moving to my right breast and continuing his scorching assault.

  “They’ll hear,” I reminded him.

  He chuckled. The vibration of the sound against my nipple made me arch up into him again, and I clawed at his shirt, anxious to feel the hard planes of his muscular chest against me.

  “Greedy girl,” he said with a laugh as he backed away and stripped his t-shirt off.

  “I told you I want this, didn’t I?” I teased right back as I unfastened my bra and got started on my jeans. "I don't waste my time when I know what I want."

  “Oooh, sassy,” Ethan said. “That’s only going to get you in trouble in my bed, baby.”

  “I can take it,” I told him as I crashed back into him, loving the feel of his warm chest against my bare skin. He hauled me up, tight against him, guiding my legs around his waist as he tumbled us out of the closet.

  I bounced on the bed when he tossed me down, but sat up quickly, angling to work his uniform belt and pants free. He kissed a trail down my body, taking my jeans and panties with him.

  “Shit,” he breathed as he took me in. “Merry Christmas to me.” His eyes roved my body like he was looking at his first meal in days. That decadent tongue swept out again, wetting his lip before he drew it in and sucked on it. Oh my God. I wanted him to do that to my clit.

  Merry Christmas to me.

  His dark uniform pants clung to his hips, open enough to reveal plaid boxers beneath. The fly hung loose, his erection pressing so hard against the fabric I could see the entire outline of his cock.

  “Let me see you,” I pleaded, sitting up on my elbows to watch as he obeyed me. His erection sprang free from his pants, giving me only a flash before he leaned over to shuck the pants and underwear.

  His eyes met mine when he stood back up, proud and ready, stroking his thick erection. A bead of moisture already clung to the tip, and I wanted. I wanted. I wanted.

  I swooped forward, stretching my tongue out to lick that drop, claiming it as my own. The moan Ethan let out shot straight to the base of my belly, and I felt another rush of moisture flood me.

  He dropped to his knees in front of me, tugging me by the hips to gain better access to my body. I jerked and clutched at the bed sheets, biting the hell out of my lips to keep my cry of pleasure contained. I hissed out a long, low, “Fuuuuuuck,” as he lavished my folds with long strokes of his tongue.

  “So good, baby. I could die right here. A happy man,” he said between tiny, soft nips and long, sensuous sucks at my clit.

  He looked up at me as he pressed his tongue, firm and flat, against that perfect spot. Sensations zinged through my body and stars soared before my eyes. He moaned his approval as my hips lifted themselves from the bed and I gasped at the sudden force of my release. Body trembling, legs quaking, lungs thrashing for air.

  Dear God.

  Had I ever come so hard? It had been so long—the few men I’d dated had rarely gone down on me, though they never seemed to complain about the offer of a blowjob.

  Ethan continued to lick my pussy with his tongue. His palms were against my shaking thighs, his long fingers spreading me for the best access. I could already feel another orgasm building within me.

  I turned my head, letting out a sigh that was equal parts contentment and desperation. My lids fluttered open and locked on the eyes peeking around the corner into the bedroom. I sat up with a quiet gasp when Pax ducked back out of sight.

  I could almost have believed he wasn’t even ther
e, that I’d only imagined it if he hadn’t reappeared in the next moment, all wide eyes and red cheeks.

  “Sorry! So sorry! I swear I wasn’t trying to spy. I heard some noise, and I wanted to make sure you were okay!” he said, covering his flushed forehead and his eyes with his big, broad hand. “Clearly, you’re…all taken care of. And very okay,” he added.

  Even as guilty and apologetic as he looked and sounded, his eyes shot all over the room when he took his hand away from them. I couldn’t miss the way they flitted to me and away again, desperate for a peek. Even more desperate to maintain the polite distance he seemed to need. Or maybe he thought I needed it.

  I didn’t.

  “Shit, sorry!” he said again, seeming to realize he was, in fact, standing in the middle of the room, staring as his best friend kneeled, naked, at my equally naked feet. Pax spun on his bare heels and began to rush from the room.

  “Pax,” I called, stopping him in his tracks. I sat up and leaned forward, curling my arms around Ethan’s neck and kissing him before I moved my lips to his ear. “I wouldn’t mind if he watched us. Would you?”

  I'd never done that before. Ever. I'd wanted to...I could admit that, but I'd never had the chance. It’s not like I had apartments full of hot men at my disposal.

  Until now.

  Ethan drew his head back to study me. I thought, at first, he might be shocked. Perhaps even offended—or, worse, disgusted by my idea.

  But, I swear there was some kind of magic in the air.

  Yeah, maybe chalking my brazen words up to holiday cheer was a little much. I felt it, though. Something was happening in this apartment. Something that might very well change my life. After so long in a funk, I welcomed it with abandon.

  A smile tugged at the corner of Ethan’s lips. “No, baby. I wouldn’t mind that at all. Why don’t you ask him, though? It’ll mean more coming from you.”

  I swallowed hard, ready to face potential rejection for the second time in seconds as I turned back to Pax. “Stay, please. Only if you want to. But I’d love it if you’d watch us.”

  If I hadn’t spotted the firm bulge still pressing against the front of Pax’s jeans, I might’ve worried. But the thick bob of his Adam’s apple as he cleared his throat, and the way his adorable blush deepened to something perfectly wicked, gave me his answer even before he spoke.

  “Okay. If you’re sure,” he said, cutting the quiet tension. "Ethan?"

  They shared another one of those deep, wordless looks before Ethan nodded.

  I lifted my hand out, beckoning for Pax to come closer. He did, though not all the way into the bedroom. His eyes locked on me, his hand straying to his cock and stroking the outside of his jeans.

  My senses rocketed to a whole new level. I could feel Pax’s gaze locked on me as Ethan climbed onto the bed and began to kiss me again.

  Ethan’s deft fingers dipped through my folds, one plunging into the heat of my core as he sealed his mouth over mine again. He mimicked with his tongue what his finger was doing to my body, fucking me in both ways until I was chanting his name, begging for him.

  My eyes sought out Pax, who was still standing against the wall. His fly was undone, jeans hanging low, and his left hand was in his tight navy boxer briefs. He kept his right hand on his waistband, holding it close to his body so I couldn’t catch even the slightest glimpse of his penis. I could see, though, that he was stroking in time with Ethan’s movements, and my core clenched tight. I wanted to feel him, too, but could tell he wasn’t ready.

  God, how I hoped he would be ready at some point.

  Ethan covered me with his full weight, his thick head bobbing against me as he leaned over and accessed the drawer in his nightstand.

  “Damn, there’s only one. I was hoping I might've been wrong,” he murmured, pulling out a single gold-wrapped condom. “Better make this baby count.”

  He kissed me reverently as if I were his goddess. “I’ve been tested. We all have—in case you were wondering,” he added with a wink. “But condoms are good, still. Until we've earned your trust. All of us.”

  A sigh escaped Pax’s parted lips and his eyes hooded as he nodded his agreement. “He’s right. We want you to trust us, Hope.” His pace picked up. God, he must like it a little rough, as hard as he seemed to be grasping on that still unseen dick of his.

  Ethan eased back and covered his length with the condom. I could hardly wait to feel him. My body betrayed my urgent need, bucking and grinding and pressing to get relief now that my second orgasm was so close to the surface.

  “My greedy, greedy girl,” he teased as he lowered back over me, the width of his hips spreading me out so far. He hooked his hands behind my knees, pulling my legs out to the sides until I felt just enough tension in my muscles to make me whimper with unfettered need.

  “Please,” I begged.

  Pax and Ethan both drew in a breath, and I let out a sweet, sweet cry as Ethan sank deep into me. He moved slowly at first, then picked up the pace. I could feel him everywhere, and still, I wanted to feel him even more. When he released his hold on my legs, I wrapped them tight around his hips. I clung to his shoulders. I wanted him closer. I needed him so much closer.

  Pax was fisting himself so hard and fast, I could hear it, but my focus was on Ethan. The sweet pants he made in my hair as he dropped his weight onto his forearms and pistoned his hips harder, faster.

  “Fuck, Hope. So tight. So wet. Perfect, baby, so perfect,” he whispered. “Wanted this. Needed you. Gonna come, Hope. Please, baby. You first.”

  His hot, sweet words tickled my hair and already had me on edge. But when he whispered those last ones, I shattered completely. Crying out and digging into him with all my might, grinding back with the sweet, sweet places his body touched. I had to be clawing him hard enough to leave marks on his skin.

  I was only vaguely aware of the long groan from the corner of the room as Ethan clung to me. Sweat slicked our skin, and our hearts reached out to each other, pummeling our chests in their desperate attempts to get closer.

  “Well, well,” Ty’s voice came from the doorway of the bedroom. “Looks like this is turning into quite the interesting interesting night.”

  Chapter 5

  Ethan shifted, easing himself out of me but keeping me tucked close. “Looks like my room turned into the hot spot,” he said with an easy laugh.

  As cool air brushed my skin, I floated back down to reality. I peeked at Ethan, who was watching me with dark, adoring eyes. He tugged the blanket at the foot of the bed up over me before he asked, "You okay with Ty in here?"

  I nodded. "More the merrier," I said with a laugh.

  The guys chuckled, and Ty winked at me. "Thanks for the warm welcome. Promise I'll make it worth your while," he said. Then he turned to Pax. “Here, man. Think you need this more than I do.”

  Ty passed Pax the towel he’d been using to scrub at his water-slicked hair.

  Pax accepted it with a muttered, “Thanks,” and used it to wipe at his lower belly. His skin glistened with his slick come, which he mopped away with the towel. He flashed his eyes up to meet mine.

  "I don't...um...I mean, I've never done anything like this," I said, motioning around the room. "But...I liked it. A lot."

  “You’re unreal, Hope,” Pax said before his cheeks flamed and he excused himself from the room.

  “I’ll second what he said,” Ty said, stepping all the way into the bedroom. He stopped at the edge of the bed. He had a second towel tucked around his lean cut hips. The towel was peaked, the evidence of his own arousal so obvious it was all I could see.

  He chuckled and put his hands on his hips, not hiding his interest. “Why don’t you stay the night with us, beautiful? If you’re interested, that is.”

  When I tore my eyes from the bulge in his towel to meet his gaze, I could see the gleam of those dangerous gold flecks dancing. He was daring me, in not so many words, to accept. To agree to whatever this was. So, I sat up, boldly removing myself
from Ethan’s warm embrace to bare myself—quite literally—to Ty as I asked the most obvious question.

  “What are you saying? I mean…what is this?”

  Ethan and Ty exchanged a look before Ty sat at the foot of the bed and leaned toward me. “It can be whatever we want it to be, beautiful, as long as we’re all on board.”

  “Like…I could have...any of you?” I pressed, my heart alternating between skipping beats and pounding so hard it made me breathless.

  Ty’s eyes danced even more. “If you want that, I don’t think any of us would be opposed.”

  “Or all of us,” Ethan added.

  I peeked back over my shoulder at him, knowing I was probably red from the tip of my nose to the tips of my toes.

  “All of you?” My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat. “At once?”

  Ethan and Ty both laughed, but Ethan shrugged. “Don’t see why we couldn’t try that if that’s what you’re into. Have to ask Pax.”

  Ty snorted. “Did you see the load he blew? He’ll have no problem.”

  “Wait,” I said, putting my hands out and looking back and forth between them. “Is this a joke? Are you messing with me? Do you…” I sucked in a breath but couldn’t finish on anything more than a whisper. “Do you think I’m a slut or something?”

  The teasing grins fell off the faces of both gorgeous men. They scooted closer to me, in unison, caging me in with their warmth and their gentle expressions.

  “God, Hope. No way,” Ethan said, reaching out to touch my jaw, turning my face toward his. “That word isn’t in our vocabulary. Not for anyone. But we’d never, ever think that about you. Besides, what would that make us, if we’re the ones asking you to stay and see where this goes?”

  Ty touched my hand—it was so slight, nothing more than a graze across my knuckles. “We’re not messing with you, Hope.” He nodded toward Ethan, then glanced out the door, including Pax. “We’ve been friends almost our whole lives. Have always been together, through thick and thin. But the one thing that has always been a problem is women.”