Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Elena

The sound of a phone ringing wakes me, and I blink my eyes open. It seems the guys are woken by the same thing.

“Someone stop that ringing phone,” one of them mutters.

I realize it’s mine and I slip from under Zeph’s arm. Walking naked across the room, I find my phone under the Christmas tree and bend down to retrieve it. Ford makes a choking noise in the back of his throat, but Ana’s name flashing on the screen steals my attention.

“Hey, Ana.”

“Oh, thank god! I’ve been so worried about you and been trying to call you, but your uncle said you lost reception.”

I laugh. “Babe, I’m a big girl. A few days with no reception won’t kill me.”

“I know that, but my mind kept telling me the electricity could have gone out. What if you froze to death? I couldn’t live my life without you—I’d have to keep you frozen forever. Then it would be a disaster if the power ever went out again. You would melt and smell my house out.”

My best friend is dramatic and I can’t help my chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m fine,” I say as I walk into the kitchen and start making a coffee. I also pull out the orange juice for Zeph as Ana rants about being unable to talk to me.

“Ana, I need to message my parents now that my phone is working. I’ll call you back later. I promise.”

“You better.”

We both say goodbye, and I scroll through my phone, seeing no missed calls from my family besides ten from my uncle. I hit call on his number.

“Lenny, thank god you called me back. How is everything at the house?”

“Good,” I say. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

He laughs. “Well, maybe because my house has security cameras? While I respect your privacy, when you didn’t return my calls and it was reported people were getting cell service, I might have checked them. To my surprise, I saw you were more than okay.”

All the blood drains from my face.

“You dirty little minx. Don’t worry, I didn’t watch anything. As it is, I’ll need to bleach my eyeballs. I’ve deleted all the footage as well.”

“Shit, I’m so embarrassed,” I say. “Mortified, actually.”

“Little gift,” Zeph growls. “Who the fuck is making you look like that? Is it your ex? Because I might need to kill him.”

I turn around to find Zeph right behind me, while Taylor and Ford are standing on the other side of the big island that separates the kitchen from the living space.

“It’s my uncle. He just informed me this house has security cameras. He deleted the footage, but he’s my uncle ,” I say with a grimace.

A hyena laugh echoes through the phone, and Zeph snatches it straight from my hands.

“Hey, give that back!” I protest.

“No, I need to make sure any footage of you naked is actually gone. Ford, where’s your laptop?”

I watch in horror as Zeph talks to my uncle. I should have known he has cameras everywhere since his entire life is online—or rather, what he edits and puts online. This house, mainly the second level, is going to be where they film all their content.

As I finish making our coffees, Taylor comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back into his body. “Zeph won’t be rude to your uncle—he knows how much he means to you. He wants the details for the security system so he can see for himself that the footage is gone. Even if your uncle didn’t give him the information, he could hack into it with his eyes closed.”

“Why would Zeph care so much if there are pictures of me naked?”

“That’s a question you would have to ask him,” he says, kissing the side of my head and taking the coffees from my hand. I grab my mug and Zeph’s juice, carrying them to the dining table and placing the juice in front of Zeph as he types away on a laptop.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me into his lap, his other hand still holding my phone to his ear. “Thank you. I will make sure your system is back up and running better than this piece-of-shit system you currently have... Yes, I do all the security systems for Wells International... Sure, I’ll put Lenny back on the phone.”

“I’m back,” I say, after Zeph returns it to me.

“I want all the details—all of them! Do you hear me? That hunk of a man locked me out of my own security cameras. I totally understand why you are naked—I would be as well. Shit, I better go. I’m getting the stink eye.”

“Bye, Eliott, and tell Morgan I said to hit you harder.”

Eliott laughs, and we say goodbye. I turn my focus to the laptop screen in front of Zeph. “Stealing my phone was rude,” I say nervously. Every time I would voice my opinion to Blake, he would turn it back on me.

Zeph rests his chin on my shoulder. “It was, and I apologize. My inner caveman surfaced, but the thought of there being any chance someone could get footage of you naked or in an intimate moment has me acting irrationally.”

There must be shock written on my face because Ford’s brows furrow. “What’s the matter?” he asks.

I shrug. “I’m not used to someone admitting they were wrong and apologizing. I was getting ready to go to war.”

Taylor chuckles. “Little gift, you have every right to be mad at Zeph. He stole your phone and hijacked the situation, even if he had good intentions. Your feelings are valid.”

A sigh of relief escapes me. “I appreciate the footage being deleted. I didn’t even think about it. Luckily it was Eliott because he’s easygoing. If it were my parents, that would have created a situation I’m not ready to explain.”

“The weather reports are saying the roads should be cleared soon, and then we’ll be out of your hair. In the meantime, since you’re naked, maybe I can make it up to you.”

Zeph kisses my shoulder, and on instinct, I arch my neck to give him more room. “I wish we could stay snowed in forever, but I have to go home and deal with the mess that is my life. I’ve decided to move out of my parents’ house, drop out of college temporarily, and get a job.”

“Sounds like you are making small steps toward your future, and we should celebrate,” Taylor says with a smirk. “How do you feel about tinsel?”

“It’s not Christmas without tinsel,” I reply, officially intrigued.

“Good answer,” Zeph says against my shoulder, his beard tickling my skin. He wraps an arm around my waist and stands. “Taylor, bring the tinsel.”

Zeph scoops me up bridal-style and carries me down the hall to the guest room, then lowers me to the bed.

Taylor and Ford step into the room behind us, hands full of tinsel.

“Let’s tie up our gift. We don’t have long left with her, and I, for one, never want her to forget us. This way, every year when she is decorating, she will remember the one time three strangers had their way with her at Christmas.”

I chuckle and let them get to work. They tie tinsel around my wrists and ankles and attach me to the bed, and I realize why they picked this room—it has a metal bed frame.

Once I’m securely tied down, all three men step back and admire their handiwork.

“We could always keep you tied up here until someone comes to look for you,” Taylor jokes. “This is a gift which keeps on giving. My eyes don’t know where to look.”

Zeph climbs onto the bed and sits between my spread legs. He lightly traces my skin with his fingertips and goosebumps instantly spread across my body, my nipples peaking.

Taylor and Ford sit on opposite sides of my body, each man doing the same as Zeph, lightly touching me and tracing the curves of my body with their fingertips.

Every nerve ending in my body is alive, abuzz with energy beneath the surface. If they keep this up, I will come from their touch alone.

“Look at you, little gift, so responsive to our touch. I wonder how kissing you would be?” Zeph asks, lowering himself so his head now rests between my legs. His first kiss lands on my thigh, the coarseness of his beard adding to the sensation. Taylor and Ford copy Zeph’s actions, kisses peppering my skin, and I feel them everywhere.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as I arch my back, and Ford sucks my nipple into his mouth. “I need to come.”

“All in good time,” Zeph says, placing a kiss slightly above my clit.

Balling my fists tight, it takes everything in me not to snap my sparkly restraints as I fight the urge to grab his head and shove it between my legs so I can ride his face. I have never wanted to take control and ride a man before; I have always taken what I was given. But I don’t want nice, predictable sex anymore—I want excitement. I want to find a man where simply looking at him makes me want to get naked.

A few short days have caused my outlook to change so much.

I deserve someone who looks at me like I’ll be their next meal as soon as they get me alone. I want a man who wants to protect me, and who needs me in his life as much as I need him.

“Please,” I whimper, looking down at Zeph.

He trails a finger along my slit, not far enough to be inside me. I’m dripping wet, and if he moves his finger any lower, my pussy may have a mind of its own and suck his finger inside me, clamping down so hard he would become a part of me.

“Do you need to come?” Ford asks.

“Please, Daddy, let me come.”

Zeph chuckles. “Little gift, good things come to those who wait.”

Taylor nips at my skin, sucking as he explores my neck, and my stomach dips as Ford kisses over my belly button.

“Look at how wet you are,” Zeph rumbles out, his sexy voice like a physical caress.

My body trembles as he slides his fingers inside me slowly, then pulls them out all the way and brings them to his lips. I’m practically panting as he sticks his tongue out and licks his fingers before shoving them inside his mouth and sucking the rest of my juices off them with a heady groan. Previously, it would have made me cringe, but the way he does it makes my entire body light up. Heat rushes to the surface of my skin and the need to come has me teetering on the edge of bliss.

“I think we should let our little gift come, Daddy. You’re up first, then Taylor and I are up last on this round.”

“Please, someone put their cock inside me. I need to come so bad!” I snap out. I don’t mean to, but I’m so ready to get off, I’m aching.

“Untie her, I want her on her hands and knees. If you two are going to have her next, her ass needs to be ready.”

“Fuck yes,” I say, and the tinsel is torn from my arms and legs. I’m flipped onto my hands and knees quicker than I can blink, and Ford is behind me. His hand comes down on my ass cheek with a crack , and I squirm, pushing my ass toward him.

“Please, I need your cock,” I beg. “Fuck me.”

Ford swipes his cock through my wetness, and I feel his large head push into me. The instant friction as his wide girth stretches my walls has my eyes rolling back. My body shakes uncontrollably, and I cry out in pleasure as an orgasm hits me. He hasn’t even moved yet.

Ford pulls his cock out and wets his fingers in my juices before pushing back inside me. Then he sinks a digit into my ass as he moves his hips. My orgasm doesn’t fully taper off and the euphoria keeps building, my body wanting more. He doesn’t go easy on me, and my screams fill the room as he relentlessly fucks my body into the mattress. His right hand has a good grip on my hip and he uses his left hand to finger my ass. Ford’s cock smashes against my cervix and the pain turns into something I have never experienced before, a pleasure that builds and spreads to my abdomen.

I’m suddenly clamping down hard as my body explodes with an overwhelming sensation which keeps coming and coming. My eyes feel like they are bulging out of my head and liquid runs down my legs as Ford grunts out a sound so primal I need to store it away in my memory forever.

He pulls back, and before my body can slump to the bed, someone’s hot breath skates over my ass. Then there’s the scrape of a beard as a mouth presses against my pussy, and a tongue laps up the mess of mine and Ford’s orgasms spilling from me.

“Fuck, you are doing so well. Are you ready for us yet?” Zeph asks from between my legs, and I moan out a yes.

Taylor appears in front of me. I’m lifted from the bed and placed on his lap, while Zeph repositions himself behind me. Zeph’s cock slips inside me and he coats himself in mine and Ford’s combined release before he pulls out. Taylor then lines me up with his erection and I slide down, my entire body willing and ready for more.

“If this is too much, use your safe word and we’ll stop.”

“Mmm,” is all I can muster, but it isn’t good enough for Zeph. He wraps his hand in my hair and tugs downward so my head tilts up and back, and our gazes lock.

“I need you to answer me with your words.”

“I will use my safe word if it’s too much.”

“Good girl,” he says, letting his grip on my hair loosen as he rubs the tip of his cock against my ass. The sensation would have once scared me, but now I push my ass back, and Taylor moans.

“Fuck, Lenny, you’re so wet. Stay still until Zeph is inside you.”

I hear the distinct sound of a lube bottle opening, and then cool, slippery wetness is spread on my ass. Zeph uses his fingers to push some inside me. “This is it. I’ll go slow.”

His fingers are replaced with the tip of his cock, and this time there is more pressure.

“Please give me more. I need more.”

He grips my hips firmly to hold me steady, his fingers pressing into my skin with a bruising force. “It’s so fucking tight, I’m almost halfway in.”

I’m so full. I feel like I might break, but the pain is bearable. Ford sits on the bed beside me, and he slides his hand between Taylor’s and my body until he finds my clit. As he rubs, it adds a whole new sensation.

“Fuck, I’m in,” Zeph grits out.

“I’m going to blow before I move. I can feel your dick against mine,” Taylor blurts, lightly bucking his hips.

Zeph’s lips press against my back. “We are going to move slowly now.”

“Fuck me, please.”

Both men move, building momentum until they are working in unison. Ford keeps playing with my clit and the need to come rises again, slower than before but more intense. Sweat covers my body and all four of us work as one until a domino effect occurs.

“Holy fuck, I can’t hold on any longer!” Taylor shouts.

“Me either.” I moan as Taylor’s cock twitches inside me. Then I lose my resolve, screaming out a string of unintelligible words.

Zeph grips my hips hard—there’ll be marks for sure—and pulls me back onto his cock as my name falls from his lips. After he comes, we all collapse in a pile of sweaty bodies on the bed. Even Ford climbs in next to us as we catch our breath.

“Now that is something I will never forget.” I laugh and so do they. “I will definitely remember this every time I hang the tinsel.”

Dread fills my heart, knowing this could be the last time I lie naked with these men. I wish we had extra time, but I can’t ask them for more. They were accidentally stranded here and are already running late to wherever they were headed. At least this is a Christmas holiday I will remember for years to come and is a standard that men will now have to live up to, even if it’s impossible.