Page 24 of Daddies’ Holiday Toy (Kissmass Daddies #1)

HOLLY

I woke to the smell of coffee before I even opened my eyes.

Actually, not just coffee, I realize as I breathe in deeper.

Something a little more savory clings to the air with it.

When I finally blink awake, the first thing I see is Reece moving around the bed and what looks like a breakfast tray in his hands.

He flashes me a grin when he notices I’m awake, unhooking the tray’s legs.

“Morning, sunshine,” Reece greets, setting it across my lap like I was some pampered queen. “We figured you earned breakfast in bed after yesterday.”

Behind him, Liam holds a plate piled high with food and a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

His eyes are warm when he sets them down on top of the tray.

Two pairs of lips are pressed against my forehead, an endearing gesture that makes me smile.

“You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“We wanted to. Hopefully we didn’t do too bad.” Liam nods to my plate.

“It won’t be as good as what you probably make, but we gave it the ‘ole college try.” Reece winks.

On the plate is a pile of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, buttered toast, and a little ramekin of jam.

Honestly, it doesn’t look half bad.

Maybe that’s my stomach talking, but from what I can already see, I’d give them both an A+.

I realize I’m smiling when my cheeks begin to ache. “You two are going to make me spoiled.”

“That’s the plan,” Reece says, settling down on the edge of the bed while Liam walks around to the other side to sit next to me.

I hold onto the tray when he scoots back to lean against the headboard.

They watch me eat, making easy conversation about nothing in particular.

This lazy kind of morning feels really nice, their banter far too easy to fall into while I allow myself to forget about the world outside this cabin.

By the time I’ve cleared most of my plate, I realize they’ve stopped talking.

Reece reaches out first, taking the tray from my lap and setting it down onto the floor next to the bed.

“You full?” he asks, voice coming out a little gravelly.

“Yeah.” My pulse spikes. I know that tone.

“Good,” Liam murmurs, brushing his knuckles along my thigh under the blanket.

I barely have time to register the quick, almost imperceptible glance that passes between them before Reece moves in.

His palm comes up to cradle my jaw, tilting my head just enough for his mouth to find mine in a kiss that steals the air right out of my lungs.

I groan, the sound pitched and helpless.

Liam is already shifting closer, his hand slipping beneath the edge of the blankets.

His fingers are warm when they curl around the hem of the sleep shirt I’d borrowed from him just before bed, the fabric bunching slowly in his grip.

The brush of his knuckles against my bare skin sends a shiver skating up my spine.

Within minutes, the covers are gone, tossed carelessly to the foot of the bed, and the quiet rustle of fabric fills the space as shirts, sweats, and underwear are pulled away and discarded to the floor.

I lose myself in the rhythm of them—Reece’s mouth sliding down the column of my throat, his breath hot and damp as he sucks on my skin, while Liam’s hands move to reach between my legs, parting them to touch me.

His touch is sure, almost lazy at first, as though he’s savoring every second before he really gives me what I want.

His fingers find that sensitive bundle of nerves, and the moment he starts rubbing slow, deliberate circles over my clit, my breath catches in my throat.

I swear I can feel every heartbeat there.

The sensation coils low in my stomach, tightening with each stroke until I’m practically vibrating with need.

My hips twitch without me meaning to, chasing more of him, and that’s when I hear the low rumble of his chuckle right against my ear.

“Someone’s eager this morning.”

Oh, I am.

More than that.

It’s like I’m lit from the inside, this unquenchable need, and I’m slipping deeper into it the longer the two of them take from me.

When Liam’s fingers press just a little deeper, slipping two of them into me with a slow, steady push, I gasp against Reece’s mouth.

He groans in response, his teeth grazing against my lips before his tongue soothes the sting.

Liam curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that makes my body go weak.

The world narrows down to heat and skin and breathless little sounds I can’t hold back.

They take their time with me, drawing it out until I’m trembling and begging, until all I can do is let them pull me apart and put me back together again in the same breath.

“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”

I obey without even thinking, and Liam takes the opportunity to slide his fingers out of me, his touch gliding a wet trail down my thighs just long enough to make them tremble.

Reece moves away, pulling my attention toward him.

He’s seriously gorgeous, has the kind of body any woman would want to touch just to see if it feels as good as it looks.

Before I can catch my breath, he’s moving between my spread thighs, his hand brushing Liam’s as they switch roles without a word.

Liam mouths languidly at the side of my neck the way Reece had a moment ago.

His teeth scrape just enough to make me shiver before his lips soothe the sting too.

His big hands come up to cup my breasts, squeezing the heavy weight of them in his palms.

Reece is the opposite, impatient in how he touches me.

His hands grip my thighs and push them wider when he lies down on his stomach, his eyes locked on the slick heat between my legs still dripping from Liam’s careful torture.

The first brush of his tongue makes my entire body jolt, my fingers curling hard into the sheets. “Oh, fuck .”

He works me with the same confidence Liam had yesterday, but his mouth is hotter, wetter, and way more relentless.

He doesn’t shy away from the mess I make, his tongue circling my clit before diving lower, lapping into me like he can’t get enough.

My thighs knock further apart, needing him deeper, harder.

Liam’s mouth is right by my ear now, his breath hot as he murmurs, “That’s it…let him taste how bad you want it.”

His hands tighten around my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until I’m arching into both of them at once.

I can’t tell if they’ve done this kind of thing before or if they’re just that good at reading me.

It feels like they’ve learned every single one of my buttons in record time and are pushing all of them at once.

I can feel the orgasm building fast, my whole body tensing in anticipation.

My hands shoot out, one gripping Liam’s forearm, the other tangling in Reece’s hair to keep him right where I need him.

I’m right there on the edge and I know if they keep this up for even another second, I’m going to come so hard I won’t be able to stop shaking.

That’s when it happens—a subtle prickle at the back of my neck that I nearly miss.

My eyes flutter open, sudden distraction enough to starve off my orgasm for one more desperate moment.

I turn to the right and nearly freeze at what I find there.

Jack.

Leaning against the frame like he’s been there the entire time.

His warning about not letting myself fall back into Liam and Reece having me again rings in my head, loud and clear.

Jack’s eyes are molten, tracking every movement we make.

I know he must be pissed, but the sight of him does something to me.

Liam notices my shift in focus and glances over his shoulder.

His smirk is slow, knowing, before he leans back down to murmur in my ear.

“Don’t look away from him when you come. He should see how good you look.”

God help me, I don’t.

Jack doesn’t move.

He stays right where he is, arms folded over his chest, daring me to do exactly what Liam’s telling me to.

“Oh…oh, fuck…!” The sound rips out of me, raw and desperate.

“Let go,” Liam orders. “Come for us, Holly. Let him see you.”

That’s all it takes.

My spine bows, my fingers clutching at Reece’s hair and Liam’s forearm as the orgasm tears through me.

I can’t stop the cry that leaves my throat, can’t stop my thighs from trembling and squeezing against Reece’s head even as he groans against me, savoring every last pulse of it.

When it’s over, I sag into Liam.

His arms come around me easily, strong and warm, anchoring me against his chest.

His heartbeat is steady against my back, and for a moment melt into it, breathing in the faint, clean scent of his skin.

Jack shifts in the doorway, snapping my attention back to him.

He’s wearing that familiar unreadable expression, sweeping his gaze over the three of us slowly.

When he pushes away from the frame of the door, he says, “You all done now?”

I should be floating high and weightless, living on cloud nine with two gorgeous men wrapped around me.

But instead, a creeping dread curls low in my chest, wrapping around my ribs and squeezing tight.

Jack doesn’t wait for an answer.

He turns on his heel, walking away without another word, his footsteps heavy against the wood until they fade down the hall.

“Don’t let him get to you,” Liam murmurs, running his fingers through the ends of my hair.

Reece nods in agreement.

He sits back on his heels, his lips glistening faintly before he drags a tongue over them to lick them clean.

His cock is still thick and heavy at his hips, but it’s clear his focus has shifted entirely.

“He’s just pissed we didn’t tell him to join us.” The corner of his mouth kicks up like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

I let out a shaky laugh I don’t quite feel, wishing I could take their advice and brush it off.

I want to hold on to what just happened and stay wrapped up in this afterglow.

But under all of that…the guilt creeps in, steady and slow.

I didn’t promise Jack anything yesterday.

There were no rules set, no boundaries drawn. And yet, the way he looked at me, like I’d crossed a line only we knew existed, sticks in my mind like a splinter I can’t dig out from under my skin.

“Least Carson won’t be coming up,” Reece says.

I frown. “What do you mean?”