Page 74 of Theirs for the Holidays

She nods, biting her plush lower lip.

“Do you want to do more than look at them?” I ask her. “Do you want to know what they feel like? All of them?”

Her breath catches in her chest, and her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. She nods again.

“Do you want us to fuck you?”

“Yes.” It comes out on a whisper, but there’s so much heat in it.

Just knowing she wants us is enough to make my cock throb even harder. There’s a bead of precum at the tip, and it spills its way down, sliding down the shaft. I’m so drawn to her. Every time she breathes in, it’s like she’s drawing me in closer, and I give in to the pull, moving to kiss her again.

Violet moans against my lips, and I press my tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply. She opens for me, letting me stake my claim there, tasting her and working her up even more.

Around me, Sawyer and Rhett move in, finding places on Violet’s perfect body to kiss. I don’t see what they’re doing, but I can hear the hitches in Violet’s breathing that give away how much she likes it.

Her breasts are so soft where they’re pressed against me, and I can feel the heat coming off her body. More than anything I want to be inside her right now. I remember what it felt like, how her body gripped my cock and tried to milk it of everything I had to give back then, and I want to know if it would feel even better now, without the alcohol and the knowledge that it was only going to be a one night thing.

Sawyer and Rhett are hanging back just a bit, like they’re waiting to see where this goes and how it’s going to play out. In the back of my mind, I think about everything Violet said to us in the kitchen and about the falling out between me and my brothers.

There’s always been a kind of selfishness to it, all of us more focused on doing our own thing than trying to mend any bridges and reach out.

It would be easy to give in to what I want and slip my cock right into the warm, wet pussy between Violet’s legs, but instead, I pull away, deciding to be the person who offers up the olive branch.

“Sawyer,” I say, my voice coming out strained from just how fucking turned on I am. “Why don’t you start things off?”

Sawyer’s eyebrows climb up his forehead, but he doesn’t argue. He groans instead, moving to take my place hovering over Violet.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so fucking amazing like this.” He palms her tits and slides a hand down the softness of her belly, then lower, to where she’s so hot and wet for us. “I can smell how fucking turned on you are right now, Peaches. It smells delicious.”

I move to the side with Rhett, letting Sawyer get settled, watching as Violet arches up into him. Rhett plays with her hair, fingers delving through the messy auburn locks and gliding over her neck. She shivers, leaning into him as well.

I trail kisses down her neck to her shoulder, grabbing her hand with my good one to give her something to hold on to.

She’s aware of what we’re doing, but her focus is on Sawyer.

“Do you have condoms around somewhere?” he asks her, and she flushes even darker.

“We don’t need them,” she mumbles. “I can’t get pregnant, and I’m clean.” She tugs her lower lip between her teeth, glancing between us all. “So if you are too, then we don’t need to use condoms. I mean, if you’re okay with that.”

I can’t help but groan. The thought of getting to feel her raw, with nothing separating us, is so fucking heady. Rhett cursesunder his breath, and when Sawyer grips Violet’s thigh even harder, I can tell we’re all thinking the same thing right now.

Sawyer licks his lips, his eyes hooded as he gazes down at her. “Jesus fucking Christ, Peaches. We’re more than justokaywith it. You’ve got me about to bust without ever getting inside you, talking like that. Fuck, you drive me crazy. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.” She nods quickly, her mouth dropping open slightly as her breath comes faster.

As if he’s been waiting his whole life to hear those words, he grips his cock in his free hand and starts lining it up, preparing to press into Violet’s pussy.

I can’t look away from the sight. Her pink flesh splitting for him, the puffy, wet lips of her pussy parting to make room for the head of his cock. He works the crown in, and when Violet’s eyes fly open wide, I know she’s feeling the warm metal of his piercing sliding into her.

It’s slow going, and Sawyer grits his teeth as he fights to hold himself back.

Violet trembles, squeezing my hand and taking deep breaths through it.

“You’re so big,” she tells him on a moan. “Oh my god.”

Sawyer’s hand dips down to play with her clit, pleasure flashing in his eyes. “Rhett’s even bigger,” he says. “So you’d better take all of me if you want a chance in hell of taking him.”

Her eyes dart to Rhett, who starts palming his cock lazily, letting her get a good look at the sheer size of him.