Page 148 of Daddies on Ice

Carl and Jake guide me toward the bed, their hands never leaving my body.

The familiar dance of undressing begins, shirts pulled over heads, jeans pushed down legs, until we’re all skin and heat and desperate need.

I find myself in the center of the bed with all three men surrounding me, their hands and mouths worshipping every inch of my body.

Carl’s lips trail down my throat while Jake’s hands cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples to hard peaks.

Ash’s mouth finds mine, his kiss deep and possessive.

“So beautiful,” Carl murmurs against my collarbone. “My beautiful Trisha.”

“Ours,” Ash corrects, his brown eyes fierce with possession. “She’s ours.”

Jake’s laugh is breathless as his mouth replaces his hands on my breast. “Definitely ours. Every gorgeous inch of her.”

Their words, their touches, their complete devotion to my pleasure, it’s overwhelming in the best possible way.

I arch beneath them, my body singing with sensation as they work together to drive me higher and higher.

When Carl’s fingers find the heat between my legs, I cry out, my hips bucking against his touch. “Please,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m begging for.

“We’ve got you, sweetheart,” Jake soothes, his lips brushing against my ear. “We’ll take care of you.”

And they do.

They take turns worshipping my body, bringing me to the edge again and again before pulling back, until I’m trembling with need and desperate for release.

When Ash finally moves over me, his eyes locked on mine, I feel complete in a way that still amazes me. “I love you,” he whispers as he joins with me, and I feel tears prick my eyes at the emotion in his voice.

“I love you too,” I breathe, my hands tangling in his hair. “All of you. So much.”

Carl and Jake’s hands never leave my body as Ash moves within me, their touches adding layers of sensation that make my head spin.

When my climax finally crashes over me, I cry out their names, my body arching as waves of pleasure consume me.

Afterward, we lie tangled together in the aftermath, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

Carl’s arm is around my waist, Jake’s head rests on my shoulder, and Ash’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin.

“Merry Christmas,” Jake murmurs sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.

“Best Christmas ever,” I agree, feeling more content than I ever thought possible.

As I drift off to sleep surrounded by the men I love, I can’t help but think about how far we’ve all come.

From that first day when I walked into the Thunderwolves’ office desperate for a job, to this moment, lying in our shared bed in our shared home with our beautiful son sleeping peacefully down the hall.

We’re not a conventional family by any means, but we’re perfect for each other. And that’s all that matters.