Page 52 of Unwrapping Chase

He squeezed my ass, making me moan. “You’re welcome, boy.”

Tam gave us a soft smile, stretching their arms out wide. “You two are so adorable. I love us.”

I flushed. My first instinct was to reply that I loved them too, even though they were driving me to my emotional limit. I was going to shatter the second they left me.

Nyx simply said, “I love us too.”

My pulse sped up, and I felt dizzy. Did Tam and Nyx mean Tam and himus, or usus?Please, I begged the universe,let them mean the latter. I wanted them to love me as much as I…

The search for the tree continued for another thirty minutes at least before Tam declared they’d found the most perfect tree. It looked like all the other trees, but if it made them happy, then it was worth it.

Mostly.

My leg and ass still ached fiercely.

We got back to the cabin, and Jerri put the tree up before leaving with a generous tip from Nyx—a well-deserved one, too. Tam and Nyx had purchased the best package with the most variety of ornaments and ribbons, leaving the selection endless. Each choice was in a container, carefully labelled, and ready for decorating. Knowing Tam a little bit better told me that putting anything on the tree was going to be a long process.

I wanted to be comfortable and fortified before we entered the fray. I left Tam and Nyx, who were already fighting—playfully from the sound of it—to start decorating, stripping off my clothes and chucking them into my room on the first floor. Yes, Daddy had dressed me for my outing, but I really didn’t want to wear clothes in the house. I preferred to be naked, oddly enough. I wouldn’t be able to continue this naked-on-vacation look afterwards, so I might as well enjoy it.

When I was naked, Nyx and Tam would hold me or touch me, running their hands or tentacles over me. I adored each one—it made me feel so loved, even if I wasn’t.

Besides, I was hoping that one or both of them would want to fuck me one last time before… I shook off the thought. I wasn’t going to think about tomorrow; instead, I’d focus on the pleasure of them fucking me and curling up with me. Being naked seemed to make that more of a likelihood. I was horny as fuck again, and if I didn’t get something going, I was going to jerk off.

After I exited my room, Nyx and Tam were still arguing and choosing which set to decorate the tree with. With a shake of my head, I went to the kitchen. There was everything to make hot chocolate from scratch. The kitchen was stocked with food, and they were, of course, charged through the nose for each item they used. Also, delivered meals could be requested, for even more money. Neither Tam nor Nyx would care, so I took mytime and made a fresh pot of hot chocolate for everyone. I filled Christmas mugs with steaming, rich hot chocolate, and topped them with whipped cream, marshmallows, and peppermint sprinkles.

I carried the tray out with the mugs and a plate of cookies to the living room, where another debate had broken out.

The tree looked like a disaster or like a Christmas-style war had taken place, which was probably closer to the truth. Half was clearly Tam with all the most colorful and sparkly bits and bobs they could find in any, if not all, of the boxes. The other half was clearly Nyx and consisted of only black and white decorations, perfectly tied bows, and elegant placements of the ornaments.

“Nyx,” Tam whined, “More color.”

“No,” he said, crossing his arms and glaring at his partner. “It should look neat as well as beautiful. What was the point of you making me read all of those blogs on what the ‘perfect’ western holiday looked like if we’re not going to use the information provided?”

“Color!” Tam just yelled instead of answering.

“Organization.”

“Color.”

“Elegance.”

I burst into laughter, making the tray shake and rattle the mugs as well as sending a cookie to the floor. Both of them turned to look at me. Nyx ran his eyes down my naked body, and my cock twitched at the hot interest in his gaze.

“Which side do you like best?” Tam asked, prowling closer to me. My cock stood fully erect as they approached.

“Uh,” I stammered, mind blank.

“Pick,” Nyx demanded, smirking. “Now, boy, or I’ll have to punish you for disobedience."

My mouth just opened and closed as I looked back and forth between them. I didn’t care about either side of the tree, to behonest, but right now the only thoughts in my brain were Nyx and Tam fucking me until I couldn’t remember my name.

“Oh, he can’t pick. That’s a pity.” Tam took the tray from me, setting it down, then moved behind me, snagged a length of ribbon, and forced my hands behind my back, tying them together.

I moaned, my head going back toward them.

“You should’ve picked,” Tam teased and pushed me toward the tree.

I swallowed. I wasn’t all that upset to be punished for not picking.