Page 148 of Theirs for the Holidays

His hands are gentle yet firm, and I press into the touch, squirming in Lennox’s lap as I get turned on all over again.

It’s like I’ll never be able to have enough of these men, and now I know that definitely goes both ways.

“Alright,” Sawyer says at one point. “We need a change of scenery, I think.”

He picks me up from Lennox’s lap, laughing when I give a little yelp of surprise. He kisses my forehead and carries me into a bedroom in their house.

It has a much bigger bed than mine, and my heart thumps approvingly. Considering they probably weren’t snuggling up with each other while I was gone, this was probably chosen with the hope that one day I would be in this bed with them.

“Well, we’re about to fuck the word friend all the way out of your vocabulary.”

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I shiver,the intensity behind it not lost on me at all. I look at all three of them, my heart racing.

Rhett steps up, chin lifted as he looks at me.

“Turn over,” he says. “Get on your elbows and knees.”

I swallow hard. There’s a command in his voice now, and I like that a lot. So I do as he says, pushing myself up and rolling over so I can get into position. I can feel their eyes on me, taking in every inch of my body, and for once I don’t feel self-conscious at all.

They can see the way my hips flare out, the hang of my stomach and my breasts, the spread of my ass, and the heat never dims from their eyes. I’m finally starting to realize that they want all of me.

Rhett moves in closer, and he doesn’t touch me, but I can feel his gaze like a physical thing.

“I’m gonna spank you,” he says. “For ever thinking that we’d say anything bad about you. For making us spend this time apart when we all hated it. For not believing in yourself and the fact that we’re your biggest fans.”

I swallow hard, looking at him.

Something gentles in his eyes, and he reaches out, stroking fingers through my hair. “You have your safe word. If you don’t want this, just use it.”

I consider it for all of half a second, but then shake my head. My pulse is thundering and my pussy is still soaked through, so clearly I am not opposed to what he wants to do.

“Then brace yourself and breathe,” Rhett says. He moves around behind me, and I try to brace myself, but the first swat to my ass catches me off guard.

My elbows tremble but hold, and I breathe through the sudden burst of pain. It hurts, but it’s also a clarifying feeling. Like all the thoughts that were swirling through my head are just condensing into pleasure now.

“Breathe,” Rhett says and hits me again.

I make a soft noise of pain, but hold strong.

“Why am I spanking you?” Rhett asks.

“Because I didn’t believe in you,” I answer.

“No,” he says and hits me twice more. Each one harder than the last. The sound echoes in the room, skin on skin, and I wince as my ass starts to heat up from the contact.

“Why am I spanking you?”

My mind doesn’t want to focus on anything other than the pain and the pleasure. I have to force my thoughts into something coherent, but Rhett doesn’t let up, spanking me again and again.

I cry out, starting to try to twitch away from the pain, but he holds me in place with one hand on my back.

“I asked you a question,” he prompts.

“I don’t know!” I wail. “Because—because I believed the worst about you.”