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I moaned as I curled my hips up, brushing against Phoenix’s prostate over and over, clutching him close to my chest as he cried out with each stroke.

We didn’t last long.

Phoenix clenched hard with my dick deep inside him, his entire body shaking as his release marked my stomach and chest, which set me off.

“Fuck! Luka! Oh fuck, Petal!”

Apparently, I’m eloquent when pleasure overtakes reason and as Luka filled me with his hot come, complete contentment washed over me.

I groaned in complaint when Luka pulled out of me several minutes later, but I sucked in a sharp breath of delight as his fingers played around the rim of my hole.

“You’re insatiable,” Luka murmured.

I winked at Phoenix, who giggled as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and leaned down for a scorching kiss.

“With you two, I’ll always be.”

We lazed in bed for a few more minutes until my stomach rumbled.

“Hey, Sunshine, we should make B get up and remove the turkey from the brine, butter it and stuff it with citrus, before putting it in the oven.”

Phoenix laughed. “And then you can peel the ten pounds of potatoes before sautéing the onions and celery for the stuffing.”

“Or, and hear me out, one of you goes downstairs and brings me one of Petal’s famous baked apple pies. No one will miss it. I’ll scarf half of it before I pass out until our guests arrive, and then I’ll get up for a shower.”

Luka huffed. “You’re filled with my come with some of Sunshine’s smeared all over you. It’ll get sticky and uncomfortable in about five minutes.”

My dick twitched, and I pushed the bigger man, groaning. “Please don’t say come, because my prick likes the idea of coming inside you this time, Luka. And?—”

“Leave my dick out of this, handsome. He’s just as interested.”

With a big, exaggerated exhalation, I brushed a kiss against Phoenix’s lips, and then Luka’s, before I rolled to the edge of the bed and stood.

“This once, I will be the mature one, take a shower, help you two with Christmas lunch, and then nap during the Detroit Lion’s game.”

“It’s all we ask, sweetheart,” Luka said.

My heart warmed at the endearments and as I walked away, I glanced over my shoulder and said, “Leave Petal’s dick alone, love. We’ll take turns driving him insane tonight.”

The pout on the bigger man’s face was priceless.

But instead of what I’d been dreading as we readied lunch, I found I enjoyed helping throughout the day.

Luka kissed me whenever I volunteered to chop or peel something and when they hadn’t assigned me a task, I’d leaned my chin against Petal’s shoulder and watched his elegant fingers shape the pie dough.

Right on time, the doorbell rang before Arthur called out, “We’re here. The party can start!”

Petal shook his head and shouted back, “It’s Christmas, not a rave.”

Arthur appeared in the kitchen with his husband after blowing Phoenix a raspberry and booted me away from his best friend. He hugged Phoenix tight from behind.

Jude moved to the sink to wash his hands before he picked up a knife and diced the celery.

“With you three, it’s just as fun.”

“Where’s Gio and Fergus?” I asked.

When Arthur, busy teasing Phoenix with whispered words I couldn’t hear, didn’t answer, Jude said, “They’re outside with your parents, helping bring in presents.”