Page 42 of Daddies’ Holiday Toy (Kissmass Daddies #1)

HOLLY

It’s ridiculous how light I feel when I’m picked up and brought to my room.

They exchange little smiles when they lay me down on top of my bed and crowd around me, soft ones, not mocking.

Then they laugh, quiet and warm, and before I can blink, I’m surrounded all at once.

Jack’s arm hooks around my waist, Reece’s big hand cradles the back of my head, Liam presses his chest to my back, caging me in.

Their heat, their smell, everything about them swallows me whole.

“This feels like a dream,” I murmur.

“Not a dream,” Jack’s mouth is close to my ear when he speaks. “You have us for life, sweetheart.”

Liam nods. “We’re yours just as much as you’re ours.”

And Reece, steady and certain, tells me, “We’re not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.”

I don’t even notice the tears again until Liam’s thumb brushes one from my cheek.

I can’t stop the broken sound that slips out of me. “You mean that?”

“All of it,” Jack says, and there’s no hesitation at all.

The pressure I’ve been carrying cracks.

My body sags against them like I’m finally safe enough to stop holding myself upright.

It’s too much, too much hope after too much hurt, and my voice trembles when I say, “Please don’t change your minds.”

Jack answers with a kiss to my forehead, firm and grounding. “We won’t.”

I reach for him first, because he’s the one who always needs that little push to stay with the rest of us.

I cup his jaw and pull him down for a kiss.

His lips are warm and sure, moving against mine like he’s been holding himself back for days.

Liam moves in behind me again, his chest solid against my back.

His hands slide over my waist as he nuzzles into my neck. “We missed you, sweet thing.”

Reece’s hand trails down my arm until our fingers link.

He squeezes them, tugging them toward his mouth to press his lips over the knuckles.

He soon pulls my mouth away from Jack’s for just a moment, stealing a kiss of his own.

This one is slower, deeper, his tongue brushing mine in a way that makes my body threaten to give out.

Jack’s hands are on my waist, sliding up under my shirt, his thumbs sweeping over bare skin.

Liam’s already unbuttoning my jeans from behind, pressing soft kisses to the nape of my neck, while Reece pulls back to watch me with that dark, steady gaze that always makes my breath hitch.

“You ready?” Jack asks.

“I need you. All of you.” My voice cracks. “Please.”

That’s all it takes.

They strip me slow, savoring it like they’re unwrapping something precious, a gift, kissing whatever skin they uncover.

My shoulder, my stomach, the curve of my hip.

Liam’s fingers trail over my belly and linger there, his palm flat over the small swell that’s not even visible yet but still there in my head.

His eyes meet mine, something unreadable passing between us, before he kisses the spot gently.

I let out a soft groan.

Their clothes start hitting the floor.

I run my hands over familiar skin: the plains of Reece’s chest, the ridges of Jack’s stomach, the strong lines of Liam’s arms.

It’s intoxicating, the heat of them, the way they smell, the way they look at me like they’ve been half-dead without this.

I have too.

The first touch between my legs makes me shiver, and I arch into it while fingers work me slowly, rubbing circles into my clit then sliding between my folds, down to where my aching hole clenches around nothing.

Jack’s mouth finds mine again as Reece’s fingers slide around my pussy, teasing me until my body bucks up to chase after the sensations.

Liam’s lips trail down my neck, over my collarbone, his hands coming up to cup my breasts and squeeze.

They take their time, touching me like they’re relearning every inch of my body, reminding me I’m more than the gossip that’s circulating the town, that I’m more than the judgment that’s been thrown my way.

I’m theirs.

When Jack finally lays me back against the pillows, Reece kneels between my knees, his hands sliding up the insides of my thighs.

“We’re going to take care of you.”

He says it like it’s a vow.

And, oh god, they do.

Reece is the first inside me, slow and steady, his gaze locked on mine while Jack kisses the side of my face, lying next to me, and Liam strokes my hair on my other side.

Every thrust inside me has me gasping, my nails digging into Reece’s hips.

When I come around him, he murmurs, “Good girl,” and kisses me deep before easing out.

Jack takes his place next, his thrusts more desperate, making the bed creak.

He holds my face between his hands, treating me like I’m something breakable, even as he moves harder and deeper until I practically feel molded to his shape.

When I shatter again, he kisses my jaw and whispers, “Mine.”

Liam is last, and he’s slower than the rest, savoring every inch and every sound I make.

He hooks my leg over his hip and grinds deep until I’m trembling and sweating, my fingers clawing at his back.

When he kisses me, it’s messy and hot, his breath ragged as he murmurs, “You’re ours, Holly. Forever.”

They make love to me in waves, each of them taking a turn to be burying themselves inside me one after the other, while the others touch and kiss and murmur things that make my entire body bloom with something too big to name.

They tell me I’m beautiful, that I’m theirs, that they’re not afraid of this baby or the mess we’ve all made together.

It’s perfect, and it’s wonderful.

It’s everything I’ve been hoping, I’ve been praying , for.

By the end, I’m wrecked.

Limp and flushed, my skin slick with sweat.

They’re all around me, tangled limbs and warm bodies, their hands stroking over me like they can’t bear to stop touching me.

I feel lighter.

Able to finally breathe again.

I’m not as alone as I thought.

Jack strokes my hair, Reece’s arm is draped heavy around my waist, and Liam’s heartbeat is steady under my ear.

“You’re ours,” Jack murmurs.

“ Ours ,” Liam echoes.

“Forever,” Reece agrees, pressing a kiss to my temple.

For the first time in weeks, I believe in miracles.