Page 69 of Christmas with Three Firemen

“You were scared,” he says softly.

I don’t deny it. Instead I reach up, slide my hand behind his neck, and kiss him. He makes a low sound in his throat and kisses me back, warm and deep, one hand cupping the side of my face.

Wes is next. He steps in close behind me, solid and quiet. His hand slides around my waist from behind, steadying me as Mateo kisses me. Wes presses his lips to the side of my neck, slow and deliberate, like he is giving me time to feel everything. I lean back into him, my free hand reaching behind me to grip his shirt.

Grant watches for a moment longer, jaw tight, eyes dark. Then he crosses the remaining distance and stops in front of me.

When I turn my head toward him, he leans in and kisses me. It is deep and hungry, full of everything we have not said since his office. I moan softly into his mouth and pull him closer by his shirt, needing more.

They surround me completely. I am in the middle, Mateo in front, Wes behind me, Grant to the side. Hands are everywhere. Mateo kisses down my neck while Grant claims my mouth again. Wes’s hands slide under my shirt from behind, palms warm against my stomach, then higher, cupping my breasts. I arch into their touch, breathing faster.

I break the kiss with Grant just long enough to look at all three of them, voice low and breathless.

“I want you,” I say. “All of you. Right now.”

They do not need to be told twice.

Mateo takes my hand and leads me toward the back of the bay, where the couch sits against the wall, partially hidden by one of the engines. The candlelight follows us, casting long golden shadows across the floor. Wes and Grant move with us, never breaking contact.

When we reach the couch, Mateo sits first and pulls me down with him, but I slide off his lap and sink to my knees on the cool floor in front of them.

I look up at the three of them, surrounded in the flickering light. The trucks loom behind us like silent guardians. I reach for Grant first, opening his pants and freeing him. He is hard and heavy in my hand.

I stroke him slowly, then lean in and take him into my mouth. He groans low, one hand gently threading through my hair.

Mateo and Wes free themselves too. I switch between them, stroking one while I suck the other, then back again.

I moan around Grant’s cock, then pull off to take Mateo, then Wes. I look up at them the whole time, eyes watering slightly, but I do not stop.

“Such a pretty girl,” Mateo breathes, voice warm and rough with want. “Look at you on your knees, taking care of us like this. You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”

I pull off Wes with a wet sound and stroke both him and Grant at the same time. Grant’s hand slides down to my chest, cupping my breast through my shirt, squeezing firmly as his thumb brushes over my nipple.

“I want all of you,” I tell them, voice husky. “I want you to use me. Don’t hold back.”

Grant’s voice is low and dark. “You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this. About shutting you up with my cock after every time you argued with me in my office.”

Wes’s hand tightens gently in my hair. He doesn’t say much, but when he does, it hits harder. “Open,” he says quietly. I do, and he slides back into my mouth, slow and deep. “Good. Just like that.”

Mateo watches me with dark, affectionate eyes. “That’s it, baby. Look at you. So eager. You love having three cocks to play with, don’t you? Greedy little thing.”

I moan around Wes, nodding. Grant keeps kneading my breast through my shirt, pinching my nipple until I whimper.

“You’re going to take everything we give you tonight,” Grant says, voice rough. “Every inch. Until you can’t think about anything else but us.”

I pull off Wes just long enough to gasp, “Yes. Please. I want it all.”

They do not hold back.

Mateo lifts me. Their hands are on me immediately. Mateo pulls my shirt up and off. Wes unhooks my bra from behind. Grant tugs my skirt and panties down my legs in one smooth motion.

I step out of them, completely naked between them in the golden candlelight.

Mateo sits on the couch and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. I sink down onto his cock, taking every thick inch until I’m fully seated. The stretch is perfect. I moan and start rolling my hips, riding him deep while the candlelight flickers across his face.

Wes stands beside us. I turn my head and take him into my mouth, sucking him eagerly while I ride Mateo.

Grant stands on my other side. His hands slide around to cup and squeeze my breasts, pinching my nipples hard. His mouth finds my neck, biting softly.