Page 123 of Daddies' Holiday Toy

It throws me for a moment.

Jack’s always been the one to want me to himself when we’re together, but tonight it seems there’s no boundary line, no possessive wall keeping the others at bay.

Tonight, his gaze is steady on mine, but there’s an uncharacteristic openness there.

I’m stripped slowly by three sets of hands.

Fingers brushing over skin, tugging at fabric, slipping straps from my shoulders until each piece is gone.

They don’t rush it, and that somehow makes it even better.

Every second stretches long and heavy, my breath coming faster even before I’m completely bare.

Then a pair of strong arms wraps around me from behind. I know instantly by the scent that it’s Reece.

He lifts me effortlessly, the warmth of his chest at my back, and then I’m being guided forward, settled over Jack’s lap.

My knees sink into the mattress on either side of his hips, the solid muscle of his thighs braced beneath me.

My skin prickles as the heat of him presses up against me and then I feel the unmistakable brush of his bare length sliding along my slick skin.

My breath stutters, Jack’s large hands clamping around my hips hard enough to keep me exactly where he wants me.

He tilts his head back just slightly, eyes dragging over my face before lowering to watch the slow grind of our bodies.

The muscles in his jaw flex when he rocks me forward, bringing us flush together in a smooth, deliberate motion.

“That’s it,” Reece says from behind me, his voice a deep growl that sounds more than approving.

His hands come up from my waist to my chest, cupping my breasts, squeezing just hard enough to draw a gasp from my throat.

The bed dips slightly at my side from Liam, close enough now that I can feel the heat radiating off him.

I reach a hand out to touch him, running my fingers along the plains of his abs and chest.

Reece leans in again, his mouth at my ear. “Ride him until he’s gone, sweetheart.”

Jack’s hands tighten fractionally at my hips at the comment, and just like that, my body moves on instinct, swaying forward into Jack’s heat, feeling him slide perfectly against me while Reece’s grip on me from behind makes it impossible to think about anything but the three of them surrounding me.

My eyes flutter closed.

Jack’s hands slide up, his thumbs sweeping along my ribs before settling at my waist again. “Look at me.”

My eyes snap open instantly.

Jack watches me with barely controlled lust. “Take what you need, Holly.”

A moan spills out of me.

I shift on his lap, finding that spot again, the one that drags another helpless sound from my throat.

Liam finally moves, his hand sliding along my thigh, fingers trailing up until they ghost over where Jack and I are joined. He hooks his fingers under the hood of my pussy and finds the bundle of nerves there.

Reece’s mouth teases the side of my neck, his teeth grazing before his tongue soothes the spot.

Every pass of his lips sends a shiver racing down my spine.

He knows exactly what he’s doing, knows how to keep me balanced right on the knife’s edge where I can’t think about anything else but this moment I’m in.