Page 73 of Theirs for the Holidays

“Don’t hide,” I tell her. “You’re so fucking nice to look at.”

The flush on her cheeks just darkens. “You’ve seen me naked before,” she murmurs.

I nod. “It’s been a long time, though. And I thought you were fucking nice to look at then too. You might not remember, but I couldn’t get enough that night.”

Violet bites her lip, but there’s no hiding the look of pleasure on her face to hear that. I’ll tell her as much as she needs to hear it that she’s fucking beautiful and I want her.

Maybe to take the attention off herself or maybe just because she wants to, she sits up on the bed and reaches out for us. “Come on,” she says. “I don’t want to be the only one naked here.”

“Your wish is our command,” Sawyer says with a wink. He drags his shirt over his head, showing off his chest and abs for her. Rhett and I follow suit, undressing quickly—the heat of Violet’s gaze on us the entire time.

I’ve never really thought about stripping sensually, but with her watching, I push my pants and boxers down slowly, letting her watch as my cock bobs free from the confines of the fabric.

Her eyes go wide, zeroing in on the movement and the flushed hardness of my cock at the same time.

“Oh wow,” she breathes. Her eyes dart between us all. “You all have piercings… down there.”

I glance over, and realize she’s right. Not only do I have a Prince Albert, but Rhett has a Jacob’s Ladder, and Sawyer, the show off, has a Magic Cross piercing.

Sawyer grins, stroking his cock leisurely with one hand. “So we do,” he says. “Do you like that, Peaches? Does it turn you on?”

“I’m mostly curious,” Violet admits. She moves onto her knees on the bed, leaning in closer. “Doesn’t that… hurt?”

I shrug. “Not anymore. Now it’s just decoration. And fun for whoever we’re with.” I add that last part with a grin.

“Hurt like hell to get though,” Sawyer says. “Big needle, sensitive flesh and all that.”

Rhett nods his agreement. “I handled it though. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Well, yours doesn’t go all the way through the head,” Sawyer says, shrugging. “So it was probably easier. And how long have you had yours anyway?”

“A few years.”

“See, you’ve forgotten what it felt like. I got mine last year, and it’s fresh in my mind. And my dick.”

“Leave it to you two to start competing over dick piercings,” I mutter under my breath on a sigh.

Rhett and Sawyer both look at me at the same time. “Just because yours is boring—” Rhett begins.

“Doesn’t mean you have to be a hater,” Sawyer finishes.

“It’s classic, not boring.”

“That’s the same thing.”

Violet laughs, her eyes alight with arousal and interest. “You don’t have to argue about it,” she says. “They all look good. They suit you.” They must, considering she hasn’t looked away since we undressed.

Her speaking up draws our attention back to her like moths to a flame. The bickering is forgotten, and we’re all focused on Violet and the way she looks right now.

“How much do you like them?” I ask her.

Her tongue flashes out of her mouth as she licks her lips. “A lot, I think,” she murmurs.

“You think?”

“I’ve never um… I’ve never been with anyone who had piercings there, so…”

I smirk, stepping in closer to the bed. “Is that so?”