Chapter 16

CYAN

On the ninth day of Christmas, group stuff

Crispin lays me on the mattress like I’m something precious, a four-leaf clover poking through a sea of snow and ice. Like I’m his girlfriend. His eyes twinkle as he steps away from the bed and starts stripping, his gaze never leaving mine. He’s half-naked before the rest of the guys are in the room, Vale closing and locking the door behind us.

And also propping a chair in front of it because, uh, my family sucks hairy reindeer balls.

“Take the rest of your clothes off, sweet thing,” Crispin whispers, and I rush to comply, eager to have him naked and on top of me again, my nails clawing down his back, my cunt holding his shaft hostage. I shimmy out of the sweater, tossing it aside and sitting there in nothing but my red socks with the white polar bear silhouettes. I could take those off, too, but … “Leave the socks,” Crispin says, his voice raw and ragged.

As he finishes undressing, Vale makes a new fire in the fireplace while Aspen and Frost join me on the bed, taking their shirts off and moving toward me like this definitely isn’t their first time having group sex. It’s obvious in the way they come together, surrounding me on the bed but not boxing me in. I still feel safe here.

“I thought I was your first proper girlfriend?” I mumble, trying not to care but feeling the tiniest spark of totally normal and rational, non-stalker jealousy.

“First girlfriend. Not our first time with … this.” Aspen looks up at the ceiling and gestures around the bed like it’s obvious. He ruffles up his hair, adorable tufts of brown catching in his fingers. “Not yours either, considering the pics on your phone.”

“From two years ago,” I argue, groaning and falling back into the sea of hideous pillows. There’s a bit of red and green ink smeared on some of the white shams. Whoops.

“And yet, they were at the top of your phone’s gallery?” Frost retorts, leaning over me and making my heart pound. “You’re full of crap. And this?” He lifts up one of the ginger cookies, tucked between two fingers. “Is your final test.”

“My final test?” I pant out, eyes sliding to Crispin. His naked body is one of the most glorious things I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s tall and muscular, built like it matters, with a dick that’s just big enough to feel snug, but not enough to hurt. “And those pictures were only there because I looked at them recently. The guys from the cafe asked again, but I … said no.”

My voice goes soft. Nothing to do with my friends from the coffee shop though. Just the usual. Sad memories here and there.

Frost bites into the cookie, chewing briefly before his green eyes widen. He doesn’t even blink as Aspen leans over and nips the rest of it from his fingertips, taking his own bite and passing the rest of the cookie along to Crispin. Then Vale.

My heart pounds. My final test. Like, they won’t date me if I bake bad cookies? Fine. I wouldn’t date them if they didn’t like my cookies, so we’re on a level playing field here.

“They’re ugly, but they taste wonderful, Cyan.” This is Frost who says this. How? Why? Frost? He smiles, and it’s the sweetest expression I’ve ever seen. It’s like his cinnamon roll heart has just spurted white icing all over me—or is about to. “Up there with the best I’ve ever had.”

He’s serious. Completely serious. Or he’s lying, and it’s really sweet of him to be so earnest about it.

“I like your cookies,” Aspen crawls over to me as I sit up, positioning himself between me and the headboard, his legs spread wide around me. “But I’d rather fuck your cookie, if that makes sense.”

“It makes sense,” I choke, scooting back and finding myself pressed against Aspen’s body. I groan as his arms encircle my waist and pull me against the nakedness of his chest. He’s stripped his shirt and shoes, but his pants are still on.

“You tell us what you’re comfortable with,” Crispin instructs, taking charge of the situation. I appreciate that. With five people involved in one intimate situation, it’s nice to have someone take control.

Frost is right there on his knees to my right, legs splayed on either side, fingers spread wide and palms pressed to the mattress between his knees.

“Those cafe guys are lucky you said no,” is somehow what Frost decides to add, just to make sure his personality is like those cookies. Sweet and spicy. A lot of sugar, but a lot of ginger, too.

As the fire starts to crackle and pop, Vale makes his way back to the bed. He watches me carefully as I turn in Aspen’s arms, the glow of the tree’s lights catching on the handsome features of his face. His plush mouth, and his near-permanent half-smirk. A dash of sass in that deep dimple on the right side of his lips.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” It’s a full smirk now.

Reaching my hands down, I undo Aspen’s pants and free the stiff boner waiting for me underneath.

“Shit,” he whispers, and hearing him curse reminds me of that beautiful song he sang to me in the kitchen, his words caressing my ear as his fingers teased my pussy. I spit in my hand and then wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, working nice and slow and easy, drawing this deep, sensual groan from his throat.

It’s a singer’s moan, halfway to a song. My new favorite carol.

Frost doesn’t need, want, or wait for an invitation, settling himself in the sea of Christmas pillows and taking his gloriously hard cock in his hand. As I watch, he narrows his eyes at me, lifts the edge of his lip in a growl, and smoothes the beads of pre-cum from his crown to his balls.

“Did I pass your test?” I can’t resist asking, and that morphs his expression instantly. His brow is furrowed, but his smile is genuine.

“Of course you did,” Frost replies, throwing his head back and pumping his hips up and into his own hand.

Fucking angel tree toppers, that son of a bitch is hot.

Aspen puts his hand on the back of my head and kisses me while I pump his cock, my eyes open and absorbing Frost’s angry, wild movements. If I gave him the slightest indication, he’d be over here, flipping me onto my back and fucking me into a screaming orgasm.

We’ll do that later—if Crispin says we can.

“You’re such a beautiful slice o’ sugarplum pie,” he whispers, licking a long line up my spine and making me shudder. He gets into position behind me, wrapping his arms around me and taking one of my breasts in either hand, kneading and caressing, nibbling my throat. I can feel the hard length of him bumping against my ass, eager for more.

Vale slides up on our other side, reclining, casual, like he’s content to watch the show. When he catches me looking at him, he sticks his tongue out and I see a word written in black ( please let these markers be non-toxic). It says got ya on it, and I wonder what exactly he means by that.

He winks and then sits up to remove his shirt, his body dotted with beads of sweat from our kitchen encounter.

Pushing back into Crispin, I grind my crotch to his and he groans.

“Do it,” I plead, just before I drop my mouth to Aspen’s cock and put my lips over the head. Crispin doesn’t need any further encouragement than that, grabbing my hips with his huge hands and positioning himself to enter me. “Condom?” I gasp, coming up for air, just before his hand fists gently in my hair, his pelvis slamming into my ass, taking me completely.

“Already on, honey,” he snarls, like he’s having trouble holding back an orgasm already. “Had fuckin’ Santa on it.” And then, in a gasp. “Shit, you’re tight.”

He moves fast and hard, pounding my ass as I groan and try to focus on Aspen’s dick, sucking and licking and kissing him. I pay extra special attention to the underside, enjoying the way he thrashes beneath me, each movement of Crispin’s hips making Aspen’s dick move inside my mouth.

“I really, really goddamn need it,” Aspen gasps after a few moments, and I match my eyes to his. “In your cunt,” he emphasizes, drawing me forward with a hand under my chin. Crispin moves along with us, using his hips to push me forward against Aspen. “Do you want to try this together?” he asks, looking into my eyes, his fingers still on my chin. “It might hurt.”

It takes a minute to figure out what he’s getting at: do you want me and Crispin at the same time?

The winds outside pick up speed, buffeting the side of the house. It’s so cozy and warm in here, such a contrast to the weather. It makes it seem more special somehow, like this private little world made for just the five of us. Snow globe effect, with the whole band.

“Only if that’s what you want, too,” I whisper, feeling this full, tight feeling between my thighs. Crispin fits just right. “But I’m okay to try it.”

Aspen looks past me to Crispin.

“Okay, babe,” Aspen agrees after a moment, adjusting himself in the pillows and putting a hand on my hip. Crispin withdraws with a groan of disappointment, and I settle myself on Aspen’s lap, putting a condom on for him (it’s a Christmas tree one) and then notching his dick against my wet heat.

Sliding down inch by inch, I take him fully into me with a gasp that’s needy and violent and possessive.

He feels amazing , tucked tight into me and completing that circuit of pleasure in my brain.

“That’s good,” I manage to whimper out and he nods, eyes closing tight before he sets his jaw and forces his lids open again.

“So good.” It’s an agreement thick with strain, like Aspen’s close to losing control. There are rumours about him, that he can be a bit of a wildcard.

“Don’t come yet,” Frost snaps, stealing my attention briefly by taking my chin and biting onto my bottom lip. He does the same to Aspen, bites his lip. “Neither of you. Slow down.”

“He isn’t wrong.” Vale’s petting himself on the outside of his black jeans, warming his body up nice and slow. “Anticipation, remember?”

Oh, he better bet I fucking do.

Crispin lets me enjoy Aspen for a minute and then slides the length of his erection between my ass cheeks, teasing me with gentle nudges of his hips.

“Have you ever done anal before?” Crispin asks me, but all I can do is nod. Aspen is long, and as I rock my hips against him, I can feel him hitting the end of me. Warm thrills chase across my skin as I move my eyes between Frost—vigorously jacking himself off—and Vale, lying on his back with one arm behind his head.

“A couple times,” I admit, and I hear Crispin make a rough, wild sound from behind me.

“I better get the lube,” he growls, like he doesn’t want to wait. Vale sits up, finds the peppermint stuff we used last night, and wiggles it around to prove that he’s already got some. “Thank fuckin’ God.”

Crispin kisses my neck and back, teasing the opening of my pussy with the tip of his dick, pushing against Aspen like he can hardly stand not being inside of me. His frenzy and his want, they make me even hotter, and when Frost crawls over to us and leans down to start sucking on my breasts, I can’t help it—I let the moans tear from my throat, muffled by the raging winds outside.

Vale scoots across the bed next to Crispin and squirts lube on his own hands. I can’t see him, obviously, but I can tell by Crispin’s groans how that lube is getting on his shaft. After a moment, I feel a small probe at my ass and throw a quick glance over my shoulder to meet Vale’s golden eyes.

His mouth twitches as he slips a single finger into my ass, fucking me nice and slow, teasing himself in all the way to the knuckle. He’s patient about it, letting me enjoy the new sensation. Aspen is unmoving inside of me, but there’s still friction and pressure that’s zinging us both. Pleasure coils in the tips of my breasts as I clutch Frost’s head to my chest, shivering at every hot flick of his tongue.

Aspen lets me enjoy that for a few moments and then turns my face back to him for a long, passionate kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth at the same moment Vale trades his one finger out for two.

And then both of those for Crispin’s thick cock.

Crispin teases my opening and then slowly, carefully enters me from behind as I drop my left hand to Frost’s erection and squeeze my fingers tightly around it. He stops kissing his way down my shoulder and freezes, his exhale of relief hot against the side of my neck.

“You tell me if it hurts, or if you need anythin’ at all, honey.” Crispin’s voice is liquid.

The feeling of fullness, the unique sensation of the two men fighting for supremacy with their dicks, that pushes me to the edge of my sanity. It’s almost too good, and in order to process that, I have to take out that frenetic energy elsewhere. Pumping my hand on Frost’s dick. Working my hips against Aspen as he leans down to kiss me again. Feeling my body pummeled by Crispin’s hips.

Vale is there, opposite Frost, writing the words Inked Pages over my chest in ink before he throws the pen aside, sucks on the right side of my throat, and drops his hand down to find my clit, rubbing it in gentle circles.

It’s so quiet in there, maybe we should’ve turned some music on. Lots of panting breath. Soft sighs. Moans stifled against the warm curve of a neck, swallowed up by a kiss. Aspen’s tongue against mine. Then Frost’s. Vale’s. Crispin keeps his hold on my hair, a reminder that he’s got me.

The bed creaks gently, ugly pillows falling to the floor. It smells like peppermint and cloves and sugar, and everybody tastes like something sweet from the kitchen.

My next orgasm is so powerful that it tears climaxes from both Aspen and Crispin, forces them to spill their cum into their condoms while Frost grabs the back of my neck, thrusts his tongue in my mouth and spurts all over my breasts.

Vale, he’s a good boy and finishes in his hand.

“You’re a fucking prick,” I pant at Frost as he pulls back and I sit there with four men surrounding me, two of them inside me, my heart beating like a wild bird’s wings.

“If you didn’t like that, I won’t ever do it again.” Frost is serious when he says that, forcing me to either admit I loved it or risk losing the privilege.

“Fine. I liked it, but the mess—”

Frost is already up, stealing a washcloth from my bathroom and soaking it with warm water. I’m still seated on Aspen and Crispin when he comes back, swiping my breasts and belly clean.

“Aftercare is important, yeah?” He sounds rude when he says that, but he’s also right. He’s a cute little Grinch, isn’t he?

Vale cleans himself up and then comes back with another towel, offering it to Crispin first. We both groan as he pulls out of me, disposing of the condom and heading into the bathroom.

Aspen and I are content to sit together, although he does drop his hand to the base of the condom to make sure it stays where it’s supposed to. His hand brushes against my sensitive body, and I make a strange hiccuping sound and then blush.

He smiles at me and gently swipes hair from my glistening forehead.

“Remember what I said to you that first day?” he asks, but I’m so dazed in the afterglow that I can’t remember. “Winter doesn’t last. Ice melts. Didn’t I tell you that things would get better?”

He’s right. About everything. Things have gotten so much better for me. Winter also doesn’t last and this blizzard, hasn’t it lasted long enough?

I turn and look over my shoulder at the storm outside, praying for a few more days of bliss before I have to return to the real world. Yes, dating four rockstars. Still without my grandma, my shop, or any idea what I’m supposed to do with the rest of my life.

For now, we all snuggle down in my bed together. It’s a tight fit, but it’s so worth it.

Snug as sugarplums for a long winter’s nap.