Page 147 of Theirs for the Holidays

He cups them and rolls my nipples between his fingers, sending arcing jolts of pleasure all the way through me.

When he dips his head to suck one hard bud into his mouth, I cry out, all the stimulation going right to my head.

Lennox strokes my hair and kisses my neck, and caught between all three of them like this, all I can do is let them have their way with me. As if I’d want to do anything else.

They all know just how to touch me, just where to kiss me to make me fall apart. Rhett adds two fingers to the mix, thrusting them inside me deeply, and I arch even harder on Lennox’s lap.

He slides his hand down to catch mine, and I realize after a beat that it’s his injured hand. He doesn’t even seem self-conscious about it, just holding on to me tightly.

That makes it even better, and I know I’m not going to last much longer with them working me over like this.

Lennox’s voice is warm and deep in my ears as he starts whispering wicked things to me.

“You’re ours,” he says. “You’re ours, and we’re going to take care of you. We’re going to take you apart and make you scream our names over and over again.”

I whimper. “Oh god. I’m?—”

“You’re what?” he whispers. “Close? Are you gonna come for us, beautiful girl?”

I nod, unable to hold it back. “Yes! Yes, please. I’m so close, please.”

“We want to see it. Rhett wants you to come all over his face, and we want to see just what we do to you. How much you crave it.”

“I do crave it,” I pant. “Oh my—fuck, I’m so?—”

I can barely get the words out, so lost in sensations, and then I’m bucking against Rhett’s face and coming so hard my vision goes blurry.

I take deep gulps of air, trying to come down from that, slumped over Lennox’s lap.

He pets my hair, and I feel him smirking against the bare skin of my shoulder. “Good girl,” he says. “That was beautiful. But we’re not done.”

Rhett and Sawyer get to their feet and start taking off their clothes.

I watch them hungrily. We haven’t even been apart for all that long, but I’ve missed the sight of them. I was getting to know their bodies so well, and I’m not shy about making sure I don’t miss anything now.

That’s how I notice something new on Rhett’s body.

“Is that—” I lean forward, trying to see better.

He smirks and turns to face me. There, on his pelvis, right over his cock is my name. It’s been tattooed in elegant black lines, swirling script that seems almost out of place on his rugged body.

I stare at it, stunned by the significance. He’s gotten a permanent mark on his body for me. Something that marks him as my property, when we weren’t even together.

“Do you like it?” he asks, his eyes dark with heat.

“It’s—why? We weren’t even…” I trail off.

He just shrugs. “Even if you never took us back, I still would have been yours. No one else would have ever seen this tattoo.”

I don’t even know what to say to that. It’s such a profound gesture, such a promise of faith and fidelity that I can’t even really wrap my mind around it. All I can do is reach for him, and when he comes close enough, I pull him down into a deep kiss.

Hopefully the feeling of my mouth against his will do the job of translating all the words I can’t find.

He groans into the kiss, nipping at my bottom lip before letting his tongue press inside, so I think he gets the picture.

I’m left breathless when he pulls back, but his brothers don’t intend to be left out.

Lennox kisses me just as deeply, laying his own claim to my mouth that is right there in tandem with Rhett’s. Sawyer does the same thing, his hands finding my breasts and groping them.