Lori
“Come on,” I call up the stairs, hating the sound of my own voice. “We’re going to be late.”
“Carlos won’t care.” James’s reply travels down with an annoying lightness, and I return to the kitchen to stare at the cake resting on a large, colorful plate. It’s chocolate, Sofia and Diego’s favorite, covered with nuts and white chocolate shavings. I gnaw at my nail, wondering if I did the right thing in choosing to make it for the holiday celebration. What it lacks in traditional relevance, it will hopefully make up for in taste.
Arms envelop me from behind, and Connor’s low rumble of contentment fills my ear. “Stop worrying,” he says, pressing soft, warm kisses to my neck.
“It’s important.”
“I know.” He turns me in his arms, and I gaze up into his sapphire eyes and handsome face as he ducks his head closer to mine. “Carlos and Maria aren’t expecting anything except our company. You know what she’s like.”
Maria’s glowing skin and bright eyes fill my mind, and her bossy insistence that she has everything under control sings in accompaniment. Connor’s right, but it doesn’t help.
“I just want it to be perfect. It’s our first Christmas with them, and feeling part of the community…” I trail off, not knowing how to articulate the emotion twisting my gut.
He touches my cheek. “It’ll help ground us.” So, he does understand.
“They’re so kind,” I say. “So accepting.”
“They’re our neighbors. I guess they want to keep relations between households’ cordial.”
“They think we’re crazy Americans, more like.” I grin out of self-depreciation amusement. “ You know that James told them it’s our custom to share one woman like it used to be their custom to have many wives. Apparently, Carlos just nodded like that explained everything.”
“We love each other.” His hand glides down the outside of my bare arm, sending skittering shivers over the skin, and he clasps my hand, squeezing it gently. “They can see that.”
“We do,” I smile. His simple, logical way of looking at the world fills my chest with a swirl of warmth that cradles my heart.
“And if that’s not enough for people, then they can go fuck themselves.”
I swat his hard pec through his meticulously pressed white shirt. “No saying fuck anymore. Ethan will hear.”
“Ethan’s upstairs, princess, meaning I can do this.” His broad palm cups my breast through my white linen dress, and his thumb strokes back and forth over my nipple. He ducks even closer. “You know you’re the only Christmas present I want to unwrap.”
My knees go weak at the intensity in his expression, and this thumb forges a tight wire of connection between my legs. “Careful,” I whisper. “I don’t want to go to a family celebration with wet panties.”
Connor groans as the thud of footsteps on the stairs interrupts the intimacy of the moment. Colton holds Ethan, who’s as smartly dressed as his daddy. James follows, carrying the diaper bag that looks fit to bust. They’re so prepared even though we’re only going next door.
“Ready?” Colton’s dark chocolate eyes drift over me and Connor, and I touch my heated cheeks, conscious of the flush that’s turned them pink.
“She’s ready for something,” James says with a wink, “but probably not something suitable for the neighbor’s entertainment.”
I point at Connor. “It was all him.”
Colton and James shake their heads, smiling. “Of course it was.”
I narrow my eyes, biting back the grin that threatens to split my face. Turning with theatrical grace, I reach for the cake.
Ethan starts to grumble, and his little voice calls ‘Mama’ as his chubby hands reach for me. Handing the cake to Connor, I ease our son from his daddy’s arms and hold him close, pressing a kiss to his downy forehead. “Mama’s here.” His plum arms reach around my neck, anchoring too tight, but I soak up his affection. “You look so smart.” I’m greeted with a gummy smile that melts me all over again.
The scent of delicious food wafts through the open back door, and my stomach rumbles loud enough for everyone to notice.
“We need to get our woman some food to quiet the hangry monster.” James puts his hand on my lower back and urges me toward the front door as Colton locks the house.
The celebrations are beautiful and fascinatingly different from what we’re used to. Carlos and Maria brought their family together for a grand feast of traditional dishes like codfish in a spicy tomato sauce and Mexican herb stew. All the tasty food is washed down by glasses filled with ponche, a spiced fruit punch that warms our hearts and spirits.
Connor is in his element, picking Maria’s brain for the recipes that have been in her family for generations. James proudly provides his freshly baked bread, which disappears quickly, much to his happy pride. My cake is also a big hit, and my favorite photo of the night is of Diago and Sofia with chocolate smeared all around their smiling mouths.
Even Ethan’s allowed to join the celebrations with a few spoons of cake—his first-ever taste!
And I get to soak every in.
Happiness can be hard to take when, for most of your life, it’s been something elusive.
Sometimes, I have to remind myself that it’s okay to relax now. I’m not fighting to survive anymore. It’s my time to thrive.
I know Connor, Colton, and James are the same. Every so often, we sit outside in the warm Mexican sun, each with a beer in hand and soft music playing, and we’ll laugh. One of us will break first, unable to contain the bubbling joy of safety and stability. The love that tethers us to each other becomes too big to hold inside, needing to spill out into the space between us. In no time, we’re all laughing like we just heard the funniest joke of our lives, and the air feels warmer because of it.
After, James carries a sleeping Ethan, while Connor handles the boxes of leftovers that Maria insisted that we take with us. They’ll go straight in the freezer because Connor is rustling up an American Christmas feast tomorrow.
“I can barely move,” Colton grumbles, patting his tight stomach. I don’t know how they all manage to keep in such great shape, but I’m grateful for it every day.
“You sure about that?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. He gets the hint immediately, and with a rush of anticipation, all I can think of is Mama’s about to get lucky!
“Give me half an hour, and I’ll knock your stuffing out,” Colton grins.
“That’s just enough time for me to get the job done,” James smirks.
“Enough time for us to get the job done together,” Connor says, and I get hot and cold all over at the anticipation of what they have in store for me.
As a joke gift, Connor bought Carlos and Maria some earplugs, and they laughed so hard that Maria almost burst a blood vessel. I guess the noises we make have been traveling more than we thought. Tonight, I won’t have to worry about biting my lip to stifle my ecstasy.
Back home, we tuck Ethan into his crib, his little face serene as moonlight spills through the window, casting everything in a soft yellow glow. His favorite stuffed rabbit, worn and floppy, rests in the crook of his arm. I kiss his forehead, lingering to breathe in my son’s sweet, powdery, and slightly chocolaty scent.
“Sleep tight, buddy,” James whispers, brushing a hand over Ethan’s downy hair.
Colton adjusts the blanket around him, tucking it under his chubby chin. “He’s the only one who can tire all three of us out,” he murmurs with a wry grin.
Connor chuckles softly as we tiptoe out, pulling the door closed behind us.
In the quiet of our bedroom, the low hum of intimacy builds before anyone speaks. James is the first to break the silence, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small velvet box. “It’s time for a Christmas Eve tradition,” he says, his tone a mix of excitement and reverence.
I settle on the edge of the bed, curiosity sparking. Connor sits beside me, his arm slipping around my shoulders, while Colton kneels on the plush carpet at my feet. Their closeness—my partners, my loves—makes my pulse flutter.
James opens the box to reveal a delicate pendant: a tiny, intricately crafted golden sun suspended on a fine chain. “For you,” he says, his deep brown eyes brimming with tenderness. “As a reminder of the warmth and light you’ve brought into our lives.”
I gasp, reaching out to touch the jewelry. “It’s beautiful.” My voice cracks, as I meet his eyes.
“You’ll always be my sunshine, Lory.”
Before happy tears can form, he kisses me gently.
Colton clears his throat, pulling a small glass dome from behind his back. Inside, an origami rose, folded with exquisite precision, glows softly under the light. “This is from me,” he says, his earnest eyes locking with mine. I wanted you to have one that will never get damaged—one that’s forever.”
I touch the cool glass, my heart full to bursting. “Colton…” Our shared kiss is so sweet that it makes my toes curl with delight. Gifts are always a pleasure to receive, but when they’re so thoughtful and personal, the pleasure becomes a blanket of happiness, cloaking everything in warm light.
Lastly, Connor pulls a box from his pocket, snapping it open to reveal a pair of glittering diamond earrings with emerald centers. “And these are from me,” he says, his deep voice tinged with a rare shyness. “For a woman as brilliant as she is strong.”
I laugh, blinking back tears as they fall freely. “You three… How did I get so lucky?”
Connor leans in, brushing his lips to my temple. “It’s us who are lucky.”
Colton rises, wrapping his arms around us, while James slips behind me, his strong hands resting on my shoulders. Surrounded by their warmth, I feel the solidity of their love—a fortress built around me.
“We don’t need to go to bed right away,” James whispers, his voice low and suggestive, his lips grazing my ear.
Colton smirks. “Speak for yourself.”
Connor scoops me into his arms, eliciting a squeal of surprise that melts into laughter. “Come on, princess,” he says, his sapphire eyes alight with mischief. “Let’s see how quiet we can try to be tonight.”
Laughter fills the room as we tumble onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and laughter, love and heat, and the kind of happiness that feels like it’s bursting at the seams.
“You forgot about my present,” I say.
Connor immediately drops me on the bed like a sack of potatoes. “Fuck the sex. I want my gift.”
“Is it your pussy, baby,” James has already stripped off and is standing in just his white Calvins like an underwear model in some glossy expensive photoshoot. His tattoos, which used to scare me, stand out as the tapestry of his life before me.
“I can’t gift you what you already own,” I say and laugh when he groans, squeezing his dick.
“You make me so fucking hard, Sunshine. I’m like fucking tungsten steel over here.”
“I’d be happy with pussy I already own,” Colton says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just put a bow on it. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.”
Connor and James burst out laughing, and I shush them before they wake Ethan. That’ll be the fastest way to bring our pre-Christmas celebrations to a standstill.
“It’s not my pussy. Hang on…”
I scramble from the bed and begin to strip off my dress as my men mutter curses of appreciation. New white lacy underwear is a part of the present, complete with a white, diamond-encrusted garter around my thigh and panties with ribbon ties that can be easily undone.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” James approaches as his hunger to touch me causes his tattooed hands to flex. The demon on his thigh grins back at me like he’s remembering all the times I’ve ridden his twisted black face to orgasm.
“Wait.” I reach into the nightstand and pull out two sets of handcuffs. Given our shared history, it was a semi-risky choice, but I liked the idea of subverting the restraints that brought about their captivity and turning them into something fun.
“You really have been a naughty girl,” Connor growls. “And you know what naughty girls get?”
“Punished,” I whisper.
He drops his head to one side, studying me. “Santa puts you over his knee and spanks you for every naughty thing you’ve done.”
“That’ll be a lot of slaps,” James muses.
“Hang on there, punishers, you haven’t seen the best bit.”
“Better than sexy underwear and restraints. Fuck me.” Colton shakes his head like he can’t imagine what it could be.
When I turn, he sees exactly what I’m talking about. On my back, a new tattoo marks my lower back.
It’s of a rose, sunshine, and a crown, combined intricately with the initials CJC beneath. A mark that claims me as theirs forever. It’s almost healed after a week of pretending my period was extra heavy and painful. When I glance at Connor, James, and Colton over my shoulder, the emotion in their eyes is as sweet as it is heartbreaking.
I know sometimes they think they don’t deserve me. To them, I’m on a pedestal, a prize they never believed they deserved. But now, with a permanent mark, they’re written onto my body. Maybe they’ll believe my love now.
Crowding around me, they envelop me in their warmth and strength. I’m kissed reverently on the mouth by James, whose passion is all-consuming, on the neck by Colton, whose lips dance like feathers across my skin, and on the shoulder by Connor, whose hand snakes around my middle to anchor me close.
“I still want the pussy present,” James says, slipping his hands between my legs.
“I told you, it’s yours,” I remind him. “Take it.”
He drops to his knees in front of me, pressing his face to my belly for a long, tender moment. I stare down at him, at his worshipful stance, and tears burn behind my eyes when his eyes meet mine. His pupils are wide, but they can’t obliterate the bright green of his eyes, and when he smiles, I swallow the emotion and instead smile back. He doesn’t need my tears. He needs my love, and he shows me his with soft kisses over my panties and long, tender licks over my clit.
It’s hard to stand when pleasure crests, but Connor holds my weight as Colton plays with my nipples. “We’ve got you,” he murmurs against my skin, sucking them gently like James does when he can’t sleep. Each tug melts my body, easing me down from the orgasm until I’m just a warm puddle, ready for them to slide into.
“Cuff her hands behind her back,” James says, rising to his feet.
The shiver that runs through me in response to his words sends goosebumps, skittering across my skin. I hold my wrists together over the tattoo at the base of my spine, and Connor gently clips the cuffs around them as my heart picks up pace.
I know I’m safe. These men would rather die than hurt a hair on my head, but even so, the lack of control pulses like a warning.
“You like how that feels?” Connor asks, breathing so close to my ear that his voice fills my mind.
“Yes.”
“What about this?” Colton takes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it perfectly so I’m flooded with rebounding pleasure and pain.
“Yes,” I gasp.
James climbs onto the bed, already planning where he wants to be. “Get her on top of me,” he says. With Connor and Colton’s support, I straddle Hyde’s body, lining my pussy up with his rigid dick. With my arms held so tightly behind my back, my breasts just out, ready for James’s mouth. I know what he needs tonight, the tight clench of my pussy and the softness of my breasts. I have no choice other than to let him position my hips over the thick jut of his cock until I’m stuffed with him, groaning at the stretch. “That’s it, Sunshine. That’s it. Fuck, you’re so tight…so fucking warm. I love this pussy.”
Colton takes hold of my wrists, climbing behind me. With care, he lowers me onto James, who latches onto my breast, sucking in a mesmerizing rhythm. Cool lube is tipped over my asshole, and thick fingers ease in and out, getting me ready and open for more. Already, I’m close to coming again, so twisted up with my submission and the control of the men I love.
Connor, standing over the bed, watching everything with his cool eyes, trails one finger down my spine, then strokes the head of his dick over my bottom lip. “You got somewhere nice and warm to keep him?” he asks.
I nod and allow him to slide just the tip into my mouth. He doesn’t want me to blow him. Not yet. He just likes the feel of his cock inside me. I hold him in my mouth as Colton pushes into my ass, stretching me so wide I feel like I might split in two, causing me to moan. Connor relishes the resulting vibrations as James sucks my nipples in time to Colton’s easy thrusts.
Connor’s hand on my upper back completes a ring of possession and dominance I didn’t know I’d like so much, clouding my vision and setting my nerves alight. Between my legs, my sensitized clit pulses as James shifts his hips in jerky upward thrusts that meet Colton’s longer, rougher movements. I’m filled beyond what should be capable, my body taking three men like I was made for them.
I think I was. In the quiet moments, when they’re sleeping around me like a pride of lions, I imagine fate designing each of them, perfectly flawed and just right for me.
“Shit, Lory,” Colton gasps, his dick thickening impossibly.
“Oh fuck,” James gasps, his latch on my breast forgotten as he shudders his release. I blink up at Connor, who’s held perfectly still this whole time. When our eyes meet, he nods, and I go from gently warming his cock to widening my jaw and throat so I can accept his whole length. Colton comes deep inside me, triggering an ache in my belly as Connor’s legs begin to tremble. My shoulders ache, but no pain can eclipse the pleasure that spills through me at the same time that Connor coats my tongue. I cry out, my body jittering like a car that won’t quite start, my pussy and ass leaking cum as James and Colton ease from inside me.
I’m lost in the pleasure my lovers give me, captive in our bed, held hostage by their bodies and their love.
And I know, for certain, that the only gift I will ever need is our life together for as many years as we live.
Christmas can be about family, tradition, and celebration, but tonight, in this room, it’s about us—our love, our life, our little piece of joy in the world.
Tomorrow, we’ll get to make more traditions, and when January 1st comes around, we’ll be another year away from Blackstone and the world we escaped from.
(c) Stephanie Brother 2025
