Part 1
Two days before Christmas
Sky wandered into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and shut it again. Outside, the world was blanketed in snow; inside, the fireplace crackled with merry flames.
Katie sat at their dining room table. She was staring at the screen of her tablet, fingers pressed to her temples.
“Hey.” He went over and rested his hands on her shoulders, gently kneading the knots of tension there. “What’s up?”
“I wanted trout for our menu tomorrow night, and all the local suppliers are out. Out! How is that possible?” Her voice rose. “There are streams full of trout right outside our door.”
He ran his thumbs up the back of her neck, pressed them in at the base of her skull, and she moaned. “Oh, god, that feels good. Sorry, I shouldn’t complain; it’s stupid to get so upset.”
“It’s not stupid.” He drew her to her feet, pulled her close, and began to sway, slowly, to unheard music. “You want everything to be perfect.”
Katie let out a little sigh and cuddled against him. “I do. It’s my first event in my new position, and my family will be here … but I think I need to prove to myself, as much as anyone else, that I can do it.”
“Of course you can do it.” He continued their slow dance around the kitchen. “When’s the last time you took a break?”
“Oh, I’m fine. I just need to get this done.”
When she stopped moving with him and tried to step back, Sky tightened his arms around her just a fraction, smiling when she narrowed her eyes. So stubborn, their woman. “I’ll help you troubleshoot your trout problem.”
“You have a way to make the sky rain fish?”
“Maybe.” He tried to look wise and mysterious. “How much trout is available?”
“A little, but not nearly enough for the entree I had planned.”
“Enough for an appetizer?”
Katie cocked her head, considering. “Yes … so if I substituted that for … then I could …” She grinned at him. “Thanks.”
“Glad to help,” he said as she whirled away from him, grabbed her phone from the table, and tapped out a message. “Sending that to the chef?”
“Yeah, with those changes, our menu for the holiday party is finally set.”
“Good.” He snagged her hand before she could sit back down at the table. “You’re taking a break.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it again. “Okay. I could do that.”
“I was thinking a nice massage on our table,” he said, leading her out of the kitchen.
“We don’t have a—” Katie stopped and stared. “There’s a massage table in our bedroom.”
“Rather than try to wrap it, I figured I’d just set it up.”
“You got me a massage table?” She sounded more stunned than pleased. Sky could practically hear her thoughts: I didn’t get you anything that expensive. Maybe my gifts aren’t good enough.
“It’s for all of us, really. But you can be the first one to try it out.”
When she was stretched out, face down, naked, he ordered his cock to obey. They might get to that later, but for now, he was tending to her stiff muscles. Warming the oil between his palms, he went to work.
It wasn’t easy to ignore the urge to take things in a different direction. They were still so new together, Katie and the King brothers, and being near her made him hungry even when she was clothed. By the time he’d finished the massage, he had a raging hard-on that would have made a porn star proud.
But Katie looked like she was asleep. Sky took a deep breath and stepped back, ready to head for the bathroom and finish himself off like a randy teenager.
Until she opened her eyes and said in a husky voice, “You’re not going to stop now, are you?”
He leaned down and brushed his lips over the back of her neck, wanting to ravish, ready to serve, pleased when his touch made her shiver. “What’s your pleasure?”
“Mmm. I think putting me up against the wall and fucking my brains out would be about right.”
“As you wish.” He shed his clothes as quickly as he could without coming across as the same desperate teen he’d felt like only moments ago. Helping her off the table, he lifted her, one hand under her ass, her back against the wall.
Finding her wet and ready, he lined himself up and speared inside her.
“Fuck! Yes!” Katie raked her nails down his back as he pounded into her, hot and wild, the way they both wanted it. When she came, clamping down hard, he was too far gone to stop, pummeling her until he followed her over the edge, his balls drawing up, his cock swelling, lightning shooting down his spine before he emptied himself into her.
As he lowered her trembling body to the floor, applause sounded behind them. Sky looked over his shoulder to see Ryder and Logan, returned from stocking up on odds and ends for their own private holiday celebration.
“Looks like it’s time for a shower,” he said to Katie.
She smiled and touched his cheek. “Thank you for my break; I needed it. I love you, Sky.”
“I love you.” He kissed her, then lifted her and carried her into the bathroom.
Dinner was very late that night.
Part 2
Christmas Eve morning
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Ryder hugged a still-groggy Katie to his side.
“Why didn’t you wake me up? Where are Logan and Sky?”
Holding her close, Ryder turned back to the stove and flipped a blueberry pancake. “They’re fitting in a workout before breakfast. You needed the rest, so we kept quiet this morning. Did the food smells wake you up?”
“You know how I love blueberry pancakes. But why are you cooking? Making breakfast is my job.” Katie tried to take the spatula from his hand, but he waved her off.
“Your job is being the nutrition director at King Ventures.”
“You know what I mean,” Katie said as Ryder settled her in a chair at the table.
He kissed her forehead. “We’re not allowed to take care of you?”
“Yes, of course you are. But I need to take care of you, too. We’ve talked about this.”
“We have.” Ryder transferred the finished pancakes to a plate, then came back and crouched down in front of her chair. “Katie … there’s no balance sheet for our relationship.”
“I know that,” she said quickly. Too quickly.
“Sometimes I wonder.” He kept his tone gentle. “We’re not keeping score. You’re not going to somehow become unworthy of our love if you don’t tick off enough boxes on some hypothetical good partner list.”
Katie let out a watery laugh. “God, I’m pathetic.”
“Keep talking like that, and I’ll have to spank you.”
She sent him an arch look. They both knew spankings were no punishment. “It’s just … you all do so much for me. Too much, it feels like sometimes. Maybe I do feel unworthy.”
“If you could see yourself the way we see you – even for a moment – you wouldn’t think that.” Katie was smart, beautiful, caring, and had an indescribable quality that all three King brothers had recognized the moment they met her on that hiking trail months ago. She was everything, and they weren’t going to let her forget it.
Cupping her chin in his palm, Ryder pulled Katie close to press his lips to hers, the kiss quickly progressing from tender to passionate. “Maybe I have a hard time believing how lucky I am,” she said several moments later, as she slipped a hand inside his robe to explore the smooth muscles of his chest.
“We’re the lucky ones.” Ryder shifted focus to her neck, kissing his way up to her ear, using his teeth to playfully tug on her earlobe.
“I think you’re about to get really lucky.” Katie’s hand slid lower until it found its prize. She gripped the base of his hard cock and slid her hand up over the long, velvety length of him, squeezing him, eliciting a groan.
“Wait, let me get the stove.” His voice was deep, half tortured.
Katie released him, but when he turned back from clicking off the burner, she was right behind him, on her knees.
“You don’t need to–” Ryder started to say, but Katie interrupted, throwing his words back at him.
“If you could see yourself the way I see you, you wouldn’t think that.” With that, she took him in her mouth and swallowed him down, sliding him into her hot mouth until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.
“Oh, fuck, Katie.” She was so good at this, so damn good. Her sounds of pleasure vibrated against his cock as she sucked on him like he was her last meal. Her hands stroked his thighs and cupped his balls, and in no time at all he was dangerously close to losing control.
Ryder slid a hand behind Katie’s head, gripping her hair as he pulled away, his cock slipping from her lips with an audible pop. He coaxed her to stand, and in one smooth motion, bent her over the counter by the sink, spread her legs, lifted the little slip of silk she slept in, and sank his cock into her bare, wet pussy.
Home. It felt like home.
They both had a view out the kitchen window, and in the early morning light, he could see outside, but could also see her reflection in the glass. He gripped her hip, met her eyes in the window, and pushed in hard, banging her body against the counter and making her groan with pleasure.
“Oh yeah. Fuck me hard, Ryder.”
He gave her several more deep, powerful strokes before slowing his pace, not wanting this to end too soon. “I love this time of year, but I can’t wait until spring,” he said.
Katie blinked at his choice of conversation. “Why?”
He gestured out the window, directing her attention. “See that tree over there? The big one?”
“Yeah?” Her voice was a wisp, her breathing growing shallow as he continued to dip in and out of her.
“When it’s warmer out, I’m going to fuck you up against that tree.”
She closed her eyes and made a purring sound. He knew she was imagining the scene.
“The four of us will take a blanket and have a picnic down by the stream. Birds will be singing overhead, new leaves will rustle in the warm breeze, and after a delicious lunch, we’ll have you for dessert. Logan and Sky will suck on your breasts–” Ryder reached around to illustrate, tugging on Katie’s nipples, teasing the peaks with his thumbs, “and I will lick your pussy until you’re thrashing on the ground, calling out my name, and coming over and over and over again.”
“Oh, fuck, Ryder. I love winter, but–” she gasped at another, deeper stroke “–I can’t wait for that either.”
He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged, tilting her head up and arching her back, and thrust deep again, but slow, every stroke deliberate. Katie’s breathing went ragged. Soon, she’d be begging him for more, pleading with him to drive them both beyond the edge of reason.
“Ryder …”
“Not yet.” He slowed his pace even more, sliding in as deeply as he could, holding there, then drawing back again, the flared head of his cock dragging against her ridges as he went.
“Ryder!”
“Never doubt what you do to us, Katie Callahan. Never.”
“I love you.” It came out a half sob.
“I love you, Katie.” He released her hair and leaned over her, skimming his hand down her leg and in, to the juncture of her thighs. His fingers found her clit and circled the swollen nub until she thrust her hips back against him in silent demand.
Ryder didn’t relent until she came with a strangled cry, clamping down on him violently. Only when her final tremors had subsided did he start to move again, still slowly, gliding in and out of her as if they had eternity.
“Baby, please, I need you to fuck me.”
He loved it when she begged. When she was too desperate to deny herself, and he could give her exactly what she wanted. What she needed.
It satisfied him, in a way nothing else could, to give Katie exactly what she needed.
“All right, babe.” He sped up, slowly, until he was ramrodding in and out of her, tilting her hips so he hit her g-spot with every rough thrust. Her panting breaths became frantic cries, and then she came and kept coming, spasming around him over and over until he drove home a final time and let go.
Pressing his lips against the misty sheen of sweat on her neck, he murmured, “Never doubt it.”
Part 3
Christmas Eve
Logan watched Katie from across the lobby of the Callahan Crest Resort. The space had been transformed into a ballroom for the evening, festooned with jewel-toned decorations, holiday music piped through the sound system for guests who wanted to venture onto the temporary dance floor. She was wearing a long, sleek, shimmery dress in midnight blue, and he wanted to rip it off her and spend the next several hours worshiping her body, pleasuring her until she begged for mercy.
No other woman had ever had the power to make him quite so feral. Maybe it was because he knew Katie could handle him, all of him – his dominance and his wildness and the fierceness of his need for her. It made him want to give her everything, all the time, and defend her like a warrior from anything that might threaten her wellbeing.
Another section of the lobby held long tables covered with food: a buffet dinner with appetizers, entrees, and desserts, all made from locally-sourced food. The beer and wine selection also featured local producers, and there was plenty of sparkling cider on hand as well.
An enormous tree stood in one corner. It had been there all month, its lower branches covered with Giving Tree ornaments, allowing guests to donate toys and food to families who needed help to get through the holiday season. All the special ornaments were gone now, the donations distributed to local charities.
He thought of their own tree, decorated in their cabin, with gifts piled around it. There were more travel reservations among the things he and his brothers had gotten Katie; she’d loved their trip to Switzerland. The brothers had argued, in private, about which presents to buy this year and which to save for the future, because it was so hard not to give her everything under the sun.
All of them wanted to spoil her, but they knew she wasn’t fully comfortable with that yet. Her value to them had nothing to do with money, and she, in turn, didn’t care about their wealth. She’d never once asked how big their business was or how much they were worth.
She didn’t yet understand, not all the way down to her bones, what the King brothers knew: even if their business went belly-up tomorrow, they’d still be the richest men on earth so long as they had her. The fact that Katie never expected them to give her anything but themselves was part of what made it so enjoyable to give her so much more than that.
This evening had been a great success; as he circulated, he’d heard more than one guest say they hoped it would become an annual event. While a lot of the staff had worked hard to pull this off, Logan knew that it had all come together in large part because of Katie.
Slipping up behind her, he put an arm around her waist, his hand resting below her navel. Her breath caught; she didn’t need to look, didn’t need to ask which brother he was. Her voice was breathy. “You’re making me look like I’m pregnant.”
His cock jerked. He spoke low in her ear. “I want to pull you back into the shadows, just out of view, and fuck you there. Where anyone might find us.”
Her only answer was a jagged gasp. He smiled. “Are you wet for me?”
“I’m so wet.” Her voice had gone hoarse.
Logan drew her back, step by step, until they stood in the darkened offices behind the reception area. The door was still open. A glance this way from out in the lobby would reveal nothing, but if anyone came back behind the reception desk, it wouldn’t be hard to spot him and Katie.
Pulling a chair out from a workstation, he sat down, then eased Katie down as well, lifting the back of her dress as she moved. She drew in a shaky breath when she sat on his lap and felt the evidence of his arousal. With the skirts of her dress shielding them from view, he freed himself, tested her – she was slippery, so ready for him, his sweet, wild woman – and lifted her hips so she could sit back and take him in.
“Logan.” Her voice went guttural as he filled her, inch by inch. She sank down until her pussy was flush against him, his length pulsing darkly inside her.
Sliding his hands around her hips, he left one resting on her upper thigh and with the other, drew her slickness up and over her clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive tip.
“I can’t.” It came out a harsh whisper.
“You can. Come for me, Katie.”
She whimpered as her pussy gripped him, over and over, the orgasm taking her in waves. When she’d shuddered through the last of her release, he cupped his hand over her soft flesh, his cock still hard inside her.
“Every day, I resist the impulse to throw out your birth control.” She gasped again. “Before I met you, children were nothing but a vague notion. Now, with every beat of my heart, I want to plant a baby in your belly.”
“Logan,” she moaned, and her pussy vised around him again.
He sank his teeth into the spot where her neck met her shoulder, marking her, not caring who saw it. “I’m not asking for an answer. You don’t have to say anything. But I wanted you to know.”
It was a moment before she spoke. “I had only ever thought about us having children as a maybe someday thing.” Her inner walls were still working him, clenching and releasing. “I wasn’t sure about it at all. But hearing you say that makes me want to run to our cabin and flush my pills down the toilet.”
His cock swelled inside her. “We’ll do it someday, when it’s right for all of us. But I can picture you pregnant. It’s a glorious sight.”
Her hand, resting atop his, squeezed with an iron grip. “Take me in the supply room. I want you to fuck me harder and make me scream.”
“We’ll do that later. Right now–” he began to raise and lower her on his shaft “– I want you to see how hard you can come when you can’t scream.”
“Logan, please.” A frantic whisper. He didn’t answer, just kept lifting her and slamming her down on his cock, slow and steady.
“Oh, fuck!” She stuffed her fingers in her mouth as the climax struck. Logan saw the muscles of her jaw work as she bit down hard, stifling the screams that were desperate to escape. Surrendering to his own need to move, he flexed his hips, pistoning up to meet her in a rapid-fire series of thrusts that sent her into another orgasm and vaulted him off the precipice to join her, flooding her pussy with spurt after spurt of his hot come.
Katie slumped back against him. “Jesus Christ.”
He nuzzled her neck. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“Don’t make me cry. You’ll ruin my makeup.”
Logan chuckled. “We’d better clean up and get back out there. Just remember, later I’ll be making you scream where only we can hear you.”
“Promise?”
“Absolutely.”
***
A few minutes later, the mark on her neck the only sign left of their encounter, she took his face in her hands and gave him a quick, hard kiss. “I love you, Logan King.” Then she was gone, out into the crowd, her skirts swirling around her.
Logan watched her go, his heart full.
She really was fucking perfect.
© Stephanie Brother 2020
