Page 21 of Daddies’ Holiday Toy (Kissmass Daddies #1)

HOLLY

Before either of them can get a word out, Jack moves.

It’s not a casual shift in his chair, it’s a deliberate move that cuts my line of sight to the other two entirely, his broad frame blocking them out, shielding me.

“You don’t need to do something like that. You don’t need to—” He stops, his jaw flexing as he works the next few words over.

Eventually, he just exhales through his nose and lets them drop. “What you said, whore yourself out to get your bills paid.”

I frown, my arms coming up to cross over my chest.

“That’s not what this would be. Frankly, I want what’s being offered. You’re all incredibly hot.”

He stares at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.

“You don’t know what you’re saying, Holly. This”—he jerks his chin toward Liam and Reece—“is wrong. You’re our best friend’s daughter. You remember that right?”

I tip my head slightly, my eyes narrowing.

“Does that really matter when I hardly ever see him? Come on, Jack. You can’t tell me you think he’s a good dad.”

He frowns deeply.

“What’s the real reason you don’t want this to happen? Because you think I can’t handle it? Or because you don’t like the idea of me wanting them both?” I ask.

“Liam’s already gone too far as it is. You don’t need to be adding Reece to the mix. This all ends right now.”

“She already said she wants it, so why do we keep arguing?” Liam says.

My eyes meet his again, nodding. “I do want it. I want both of you.”

They close in then, Liam to my left, Reece to my right.

Reece doesn’t touch me right away.

He just leans in, close enough that I catch the faint, clean scent of his aftershave.

It’s crisp and devastatingly male.

His arm lifts, hand bracing against the back of the couch so he can lean over me, effectively caging me in without actually touching me.

My heart’s beating so loud, I’m almost certain they can hear it.

Liam’s approach is different.

He slides onto the couch beside me like he’s done it a hundred times before this—like this is already his spot to claim.

His palm settles on my thigh, the heat of it burning my bare skin.

My t-shirt only reaches to my mid-thigh, giving him plenty of places to touch without lifting it.

Then his fingers tighten, making my breath hitch before I can stop it.

Jack stays rooted in his chair a few feet away, his hands clenched on the armrests.

His chest rises and falls too fast, his gaze is locked on us. Angry, conflicted, but not once moving to stop us.

Guess we’re putting on a show.

“You sure?” Reece’s gaze pins me in place.

“Say it again,” Liam murmurs, his thumb brushing a slow arc over my leg.

“I’m sure.” My voice is steady. “I want this.”

Something passes between them, an almost imperceptible shift, a silent understanding, then whatever thin thread of restraint was holding them back snaps.

Liam’s hand moves up to my hip, fingers spreading with possessiveness.

Reece’s palm moves to the back of my neck, his thumb brushing just under my ear.

My breath hitches at the double hit of them both.

They glance at each other over my head, just the quickest flicker of mutual understanding.

Hands guide me backward, my calves bumping the couch as my knees bend, my body surrendering to the motion without a fight.

My breath catches, pulse beating fast enough to make my fingertips tingle.

Reece tilts my chin up with two fingers, the pads firm but careful, his eyes holding mine like he’s making sure I’m not looking anywhere else.

There’s something grounding in the way he does it—forcing my focus on him and on the steady weight of his gaze, even while the rest of my body is spiraling.

Liam’s fingers graze under the hem of my T-shirt, warm and rough, skimming higher until his knuckles brush the underside of my chest.

The touch alone makes my nipples tighten, but before I can linger on that, his hands drift down again, sliding along my stomach until they hook around the thin waistband of my panties.

I can feel Jack behind us, can almost feel the heat of his stare between my shoulder blades, but he doesn’t move.

Doesn’t say a single word to make us stop.

The fabric of my underwear is moved down over my hips, catching briefly at the curve of my ass before slipping past my thighs, then my knees.

Liam’s knuckles graze the inside of my ankles as he works them the rest of the way off, his touch sparking along my skin even with such a small gesture.

When he tosses them aside, the rush of cooler air makes me shiver.

That chill is gone in an instant though, chased away by the warmth of his body as he moves back up, filling the space between my knees and the couch once again.

His hands trail from my knees inward, coaxing my thighs apart until they’re open for him.

His hands linger there, thumbs brushing against me, then he leans in.

The faint scrape of stubble drags across the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as his mouth follows the same path his fingers traced moments ago.

My breath comes faster.

My spine arches when his mouth gets closer, my body answering before my mind can form words.

And then, soft lips meet mine. The slow, wet stroke of his tongue tasting me.

“Fuck,” I groan.

The couch creaks faintly beneath us, the sound blending with our breathing.

Reece’s shadow cuts out the light above as he leans over me again, his palm braced against the cushion by my head.

His mouth finds mine with no hesitation, his lips warm, tongue slipping past mine in a deep, claiming kiss that has my toes curling against the couch.

The timing is perfect—Liam’s tongue pushing deeper into me at the exact moment Reece’s tongue tangles with mine.

My whole body jolts at the double surge of sensation, pleasure sparking at both ends of me until I’m not sure which to focus on if I even can.

My hands clutch at whatever I can reach, Reece’s shoulder with one, tangling into Liam’s hair with the other, trying to anchor myself while the rest of me is caught in the current.

Reece doesn’t let me break the kiss.

Every time I try to catch my breath, he follows with his mouth, molding back to mine like he’s unwilling to give me even an inch of space.

The way he kisses feels filthy and possessive, keeping me here in his focus so I can’t drift anywhere else.

Liam works between my thighs with the same kind of certainty, but his is less about control and more about indulgence.

He’s relentless, his tongue moving in deep, steady strokes, circling and then dipping again inside my aching hole and finding that perfect rhythm that has my hips rocking without my permission.

My hands tighten around Reece’s shirt, the soft cotton bunching between my fingers.

Finally, Reece pulls back just far enough to let me breathe, his forehead resting against mine.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, that familiar grin of his laced with pure, unfiltered lust.

“I can’t—” I break off with a sharp inhale when Liam’s tongue laps at my clit, his lips curling around it to suck.

My voice slips into a gasp instead of words, my hips jolting from the shock of pleasure rocketing through me.

Reece’s lips twitch faintly while watching me, somewhere between a smirk and a look of satisfaction.

He catches my mouth again, swallowing up the sound.

Liam’s hands are firm on my thighs, holding me in place when I try to move again.

His thumbs stroke idle patterns over my skin in between each movement of his mouth, driving me absolutely insane.

The room feels hotter and heavier knowing Jack’s still watching.

I can almost feel him inching forward, not enough to intervene, but enough that I know he’s closer than before, wanting to get a better view of me.

When Reece pulls away again, long enough for me to breathe as he fumbles for the front of his jeans, I turn my head to look back at the other chair.

Jack’s knees are set wider apart than before, his chest rising and falling too fast.

Our eyes lock for the briefest second, and, for a moment, I think he’s actually going to get up and join us.

But then, something thick and hot is pressed against my lips from above, stealing my focus.

The blunt head of Reece’s cock pushes insistently, dragging over the seam of my mouth until I part for him, letting it slide past my lips.

My tongue curls around the underside instinctively, tasting him, and I let him sink in until my throat flutters in protest.

Reece’s groan is low and raw, vibrating through the air. “Oh, shit …”

His hand moves to cup my jaw firmly, his thumb keeping me exactly where he wants me.

The other hand tangles in my hair, guiding the pace, savoring the drag of my mouth over every inch of him.

Above me, his hips find a rhythm. Rolling in, pulling out, pushing deeper again.

Below, Liam hasn’t stopped, his mouth locked on me like he’s determined to wring every reaction possible from my body.

His tongue moves in counterpoint to Reece’s thrusts, and the coordination is dizzying all over again—one drawing sounds from my throat, the other from somewhere deep in my chest.

Every muscle in me is strung tight, pleasure building in overlapping waves.

My spine bows like a drawn bowstring, my body reacting before my mind can even catch up.

Oh god, it’s so good. It’s so hot.

I’m right there , hovering at the edge, every nerve firing at once.

My fingers shoot out, digging into the couch cushions to ground myself, nails curling into the fabric as if that alone will keep me from flying apart.

And then, without warning, Liam is gone.

The sudden absence is a shock, the wet heat between my legs replaced by the rush of cool air.

My hips twitch in protest, chasing him without meaning to, a needy sound caught in the back of my throat around Reece’s cock as he holds me in place, refusing to let me move.

I can’t see him from this angle, not with Reece’s cock still shoved down my throat, but the faint rustle of fabric and the impatient grunt under his breath tell me exactly what he’s doing.

Reece slows himself, keeping me strung out just enough while the tension behind me builds again.