Page 158 of Theirs for the Holidays

We end up in the kitchen while Lennox makes dinner, since we’re all still hungry after just some appetizers. Sawyer pours wine, and Rhett puts Christmas music on low, just adding to the ambiance. The kitchen fills with the smell of roasting meat and spices, and my stomach growls.

Soon enough, Lennox serves up dinner, beautifully roasted chicken and potatoes with green beans and warm rolls, and we all gather around the table to eat.

“Oh my god,” I groan, biting into my first bite of chicken. It tastes like lemon and garlic and savory goodness. “This is so good. This is just what I needed after today.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he says. His eyes sparkle with something that can only be called anticipation. “Make sure you eat your fill. You’re going to need your strength later.”

Now the anticipation is simmering in my stomach, and I can only imagine what the three of them have planned for tonight.

Still, we don’t rush through dinner. It’s too nice to just linger, talking and catching up. All day, I’ve been looking forward togetting my men alone, and there’s the undercurrent of tension and heat that none of us can ignore.

Once the plates are cleared and stacked in the kitchen, Rhett finishes the last of his wine and then lifts me into his arms.

We all go upstairs to the massive bed in the room we all share when we’re here. My eyes widen as I take in the sight. There are candles lit all around, and ribbons and sex toys laid out on the bed and nightstands.

My stomach flutters to look at it all.

“You’re our first Christmas present,” Sawyer says grinning. “And we plan to wrap you up before taking you apart.”

There’s heat and promise in his tone, and I swallow hard.

But of course, all I could ask for for Christmas is them, and as they move to start undressing me, I let myself relax, giving over to the arousal starting to simmer in my belly.

Rhett kneels to take off my socks and my pants, while his brothers work on my sweater and panties. The room is warm enough that I don’t shiver from being naked, and when they lead me over to the bed, I sink down into the wonderfully soft sheets and pillows.

“You remember your safe word?” Lennox asks, and I nod.

“I trust you,” I tell him. “All of you.”

“Good. Because we have some fun ideas for tonight.”

He gently lifts one of my wrists and pulls it toward the wooden post at the head of the bed. Grabbing up one of the red silk ribbons, he wraps it around my wrist and then ties it off to the post.

I struggle a little, just to test the give. I could get out if I really wanted to, but right now, I’m content to let them do what they want with me.

Lennox moves around the bed, taking each of my limbs and tying them similarly. By the time he’s pressing a kiss to my ankleand securing it in place, my heart is racing, and I’m already starting to get wet.

“Fuck,” Sawyer groans, looking down at me. “You look so fucking good like this.”

“Like a present?” I breathe back.

He grins. “Exactly. But you need a little more decoration first.”

I’m confused about what he means, but then he picks up one of the candles. It looks like a normal candle, but then he tips it, letting a stream of wax splatter against my thigh.

The muscle jerks instinctively, but it doesn’t burn the way normal wax would. It hardens a bit, but there’s just a stinging warmth that melts into a pleasurable sensation.

He watches me, probably to see if I’m going to use my safe word, and when I don’t, he tips the candle again.

This time the splatter lands on my belly, and I tug on the ribbon in response. A moan spills out of me, and my pussy throbs a little.

“How does that feel?” Sawyer asks.

“Good,” I breathe. “Hot, but not too hot. It’s… interesting.”

“Temperature play can be fun if you pair it with something else,” Rhett tells me.

Before I can ask what he means, Lennox is crawling up onto the bed and settling himself with his head between my legs.