26. Closing the Gap

Closing the Gap

Nova

M y heart pounded as I waited for them to say or do something. It had taken every ounce of courage I had to walk out here, even after seeing my reflection and deciding that I looked fucking hot.

Just as I was about to cave and run back to my room in mortification, Benjamin suddenly jumped to his feet and rushed to me so fast I wasn’t sure his feet touched the carpet. Before I could react, he wrapped an arm around me and hauled my body against his, slipped his large thigh between mine, and crashed his lips to mine.

I whimpered as his thigh pressed against my core, and my hips rotated against him, seeking more friction. In response, he pulled me even higher so that more of my weight pressed against him.

Hands that didn’t belong to him landed on my hips, pushing and pulling so that my pussy slid against Ben’s thigh. The barely there fabric of my panties did little to protect me from the material of his pants. “That’s it, baby,” Grant whispered, his hot breath caressing my ear. “Ride his thigh.”

My moan broke the kiss as my head fell back against Grant’s shoulder. Benjamin didn’t skip a beat as his lips trailed down my neck. My eyes fluttered open as I searched for Lincoln. I found him leaning against the wall next to me, stroking his bulge through his pajamas. I met his eyes, and he smiled.

“Don’t worry about me, Sugar,” he said as he lifted his other hand to show me the small bottle of lube he had fetched from somewhere. “I’ll have my fun soon enough.”

I felt my blood turn to lava at his words and their meaning. I hadn’t had anal sex before, but that would change tonight. Fuck, I hoped I could take him. I had an unwavering craving to have all three of my men in all three of my… holes…, and if that made me a wanton slut, then so be it. I’ll be their wanton slut.

Sensing my mind had wandered, Ben bit my shoulder hard enough to make me gasp, bringing my mind back to the present. “We aren’t taking this any further until you come for us, Nova,” Ben promised. “So if you want to feel our cocks inside you, I suggest you focus.”

I moaned as I continued to grind my clit against him while Grant’s hands slid up my body to cup my tits. He took a step back so that my body leaned back further. “Taste her, brother,” Grant ordered as he guided my nipple to Ben’s waiting mouth.

“Oh, yes,” I whined

“She likes that,” Lincoln commented. “Try the other one.”

Ben’s mouth trailed across my chest to the other nipple Grant held for him. Ben’s tongue flicked out against it shortly before his teeth closed around the bud, holding it in place as his tongue continued teasing.

“Please,” I begged, needing more.

“You know what you need to do, Sugar,” Lincoln said.

My hips moved faster, chasing an orgasm that still felt out of reach. One of Grant’s hands slid down my stomach and into my panties.

“Why don’t I help you with that, Little Star?” he whispered. His fingers dipped inside me, and he moaned into my neck. “So fucking wet for us already.” He used his fingers to drag my arousal to my clit, moving them in tight circles over my sensitive button. Pleasure radiated through my body, catapulting me toward an orgasm. I didn’t stop moving my hips, and together, we tipped me over the edge. Moans fell from my mouth uninhibited as I came.

“Fuck, I love to hear you come, baby,” Ben said as he nipped my neck.

“Why don’t we move this to the bed,” Lincoln suggested.

Grant lifted me into his arms bridal style and carried me over. “Who do you want where, Nova?” he asked as he lowered me to the mattress.

I bit my lip as they stood around me, stripping their clothes and stroking their cocks. I didn’t know when I became God’s favorite, but I wasn’t complaining.

“Tell us what you want,” Grant instructed.

“I want you in my mouth,” I replied. A slow grin spread across his face.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck that pretty mouth,” he said huskily.

I licked my lips as my heart tried to jump out of my chest. “I want Ben in my pussy,” I continued, shifting my eyes to him.

“Which leaves your ass for me,” Lincoln finished. “Now that everyone knows where they will be, Grant, on your back. You’re going to eat that pretty little pussy while I get her ready for me.”

Ben helped me remove my lingerie as Grant moved into position. Once I was naked, I crawled over Grant eagerly until I was hovering above his face. I met his eyes, and he winked at me before wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling me down. I moaned as his wicked tongue snaked its way through my folds, sliding everywhere but where I wanted it most.

Lincoln’s hand pressed between my shoulder blades, urging me to bend forward so that I was on all fours. “Good girl,” he praised as his hand slid to my ass. He caressed my cheeks lightly before spreading them. I gasped a moment later when I felt something warm and wet slide against my rosebud. Lincoln was licking my ass! I tried to shift away from him as my face heated with embarrassment.

That was when Ben sat cross-legged in front of me, gently pushing me back again by my shoulders. His hands ran through my hair in feather-light touches, helping to distract me from what was happening behind me. “You are so fucking beautiful, Nova Lane,” he murmured to me before closing his mouth over mine. My lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip inside and lazily slid against mine. A part of my mind idly took note that all three of their tongues were in me at the same time, just like their cocks would be soon.

I gave myself over to Ben’s kiss and didn’t notice that Lincoln’s tongue was missing until I felt the cool lube as he probed my entrance. “Grant,” Lincoln said. I was confused for a moment until Grant’s wayward tongue curled around my clit, and he started sucking on it as Lincoln slipped the tip of his finger into my ass.

“Relax, baby,” Ben urged when he stopped kissing me. My head hung between my shoulders as I willed my body to relax around Linc’s digit. Grant worked me toward my next orgasm as Ben played with my nipples, and Lincoln worked his finger deeper into my ass, adding more lube as he went. Just as it was about to crest, Grant released my clit, gently lapping at my entrance.

“Noo,” I cried in frustration. Chuckles filled the room at my impatience. Jerks.

“Ok, Sugar. Time to try two,” Lincoln warned seconds before I felt a second finger press in next to the first. Grant moved back to my clit, and I panted as my pleasure spiked again.

“You are doing so good, baby. I’m so proud of you,” Ben whispered before sucking my earlobe into his mouth. I was so close, and I whimpered as Lincoln’s fingers scissored inside me, gently spreading me open.

“Make her come,” he ordered.

Fingers plunged into my pussy, curling and pressing against my g-spot as Grant sealed his lips around my clit and tried to suck my soul from my body. I screamed as the strongest orgasm I had ever felt without a cock inside me wracked my body in steadily building waves. My scream turned into a high-pitched whine as my limbs gave out on me. Ben’s strong arms caught me before I hit the mattress, holding me suspended above it as I rode out my orgasm on Grant’s face.

“I think she’s ready,” Lincoln chuckled as his fingers withdrew. Tremors were still running through me as they manipulated my body where they wanted me. Lincoln was now on his back as I was positioned, facing away from him. I could hear the wet sounds as he slicked his cock with lube. “Ok, Sugar. You can control the pace and depth a little better in this position. Then, Ben can join us when you’re ready, ok?” I gave a shaky nod. He kissed my back. “Such a good girl. Spread your cheeks open for me.”

I reached back and did as he asked, supporting myself on shaky knees. I wasn’t sure how much I’d be able to control since my body still felt like jelly, but I trusted him to support me if they failed me. I felt the head of his cock press against my rosebud and braced myself.

“You have to relax, baby,” Ben reminded me as he knelt before me and moved my hands to his shoulders to brace myself. Grant knelt at my side, and his hand slid between my legs again to stroke my clit.

“You can do this, Nova,” Grant encouraged. “I know you can. You were made for us, and we were made for you. We fit together perfectly.”

I nodded as I concentrated on channeling the properties of a wet noodle. Once I had relaxed enough, I felt the head push past the tight ring. I let out a distressed yelp at the sudden invasion.

“Fuck, you’re strangling my cock, Sugar. You feel so good. It’s up to you now. If you want to stop, we can.” I shook my head. No. I wanted this. I just had to go slow. When I had adjusted to him, I moved my hips, taking him a fraction of an inch deeper. Slowly I worked his cock inside me, fueled by sheer determination. The guys showed endless patience and encouraged me with tender touches and praise. When Lincoln was fully seated inside me, I grinned at Ben proudly.

“I did it,” I rasped, my skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“You sure did, baby,” he praised as he brushed the hair from my sweaty brow. “Ready for me now?” I nodded but couldn’t see how this would work in our current positions.

Lincoln sat up, bracing himself on one arm. “Lean back on me, Sugar. Give Ben room to work.” His free arm wrapped around my body, bringing my back to his chest, and we moaned together as he shifted inside of me. I adjusted myself so my feet were on the mattress, and I was sitting in Lincoln’s lap.

Ben took over from there, his large hands spreading my thighs wider. “Fuck, baby,” he growled, “you have no idea what seeing you stretched around Linc’s cock does to me.” I watched as he gripped his dick and guided the head to my entrance. “Eyes on me, Nova. I want to see your eyes as I fill you.”

My eyes snapped to his, and he made an approving sound in his throat as he slowly sank inside me. “Oh, God,” I moaned as my pussy stretched around him. “It’s too much, oh shit, fuck, Ben!”

He stopped halfway inside me as he studied my face with concern. “Nova, do you want me to stop?” He started to slide out of me, so I dug my fingers into his sides and pulled him closer.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growled. “More, I need fucking more!”

“So hungry,” Grant praised as he turned my head toward him. “Here you go, Little Star, I’ll give you more.” He fed his cock into my waiting mouth, muffling my scream as Ben slammed home in one thrust. After only a couple of pumps, I came undone. The orgasm short-circuited my brain, and I felt like I was floating. They continued to move me between them, using my body for their pleasure. All I could do was hold on and fight to stay conscious, desperately clawing against the dark so that I didn’t miss the best sex of my life.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Linc said through gritted teeth.

“Me too,” Ben grunted. His thrusts sped up and became more erratic, rocking me faster on Lincoln’s cock.

Grant hissed as he tangled both hands in my hair and held me in place as he fucked his way into my throat. “Keep moaning, Star. Don’t fucking stop moaning. It feels so good on my cock.” Had I been able to think or talk, I would have told him I didn’t have much choice.

Even though they were all close, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement that I had to come one more time. I wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I wasn’t sure I had another orgasm left in me. I was wrong. I just needed to hear the magic words.

“Come for us, Nova,” Ben ordered as Grant’s hand slid to my neck, squeezing lightly, and Linc’s hand slid between me and Ben to rub my clit. “Be a good girl and give us one more, Baby. We need it, just like we need you.”

That was all the permission my body needed to fall apart one last time so that they could put me back together again. We came together, and I let the darkness take me this time. When I came to, I felt empty. Ben and Linc were wrapped around me, and Grant cleaned between my legs with a warm cloth.

“There you are,” Lincoln said smugly. “I was beginning to think we broke you.”

“You did,” I croaked. A glass of water appeared above me, and with their help, I sat up and took it from Ben with a grateful hum. I chugged the entire glass to replace all the fluids I’d lost. I was breathless as I handed the glass back to Ben. “I don’t think I can do that every night, but we are definitely doing that again.”

I fell flat against the mattress and reached for Grant as the other two wrapped around me again, pulling him to lay between my legs with his head resting on my stomach. I felt him kiss my belly as my eyes fell closed, and sleep claimed me.

5 Days Until New Year’s Eve

When I woke up the following day, the sky was starting to lighten. I stifled a groan as I maneuvered my way from between my still-sleeping hunks. Every muscle in my body was screaming in protest as I hobbled toward my room. I took a quick shower, redressed in the matching pajamas, and then dug into the back of my closet, where I had hidden the stocking stuffers. After ensuring they were still asleep, I collected and filled the stockings, resting them against the gifts under the tree.

Once I had finished playing Santa Claus, I went into the kitchen and got the oven heating. After popping the breakfast casserole I had prepped into it, I focused on getting the turkey into the roaster. Most people only do turkey on Thanksgiving, but not at my house. My dad wasn’t a fan of ham, so we did turkey for both holidays. This turkey took three days to get onto the table, but it was worth it. It was brined and smothered in bacon herb butter, then a woven blanket of bacon was placed over it. Once it was done cooking, the meat would fall off the bone. Hands down, it was the juiciest and most flavorful turkey I’d ever had.

Once I wrangled the turkey into the roaster, I chopped the onions and celery for the stuffing. The only downside to the bacon turkey was that you couldn’t stuff it. The bacon and butter added too much salt to the juices, ruining the stuffing as they flowed through it and rendering the juices useless for making gravy. We learned that from experience the first year we tried the recipe.

When the breakfast casserole was done, I brewed a pot of coffee, and my men stirred like a siren to a sailor. I watched them from the kitchen as they pulled on their pajama bottoms, hauled my mattress back to the bedroom, and put the living room back together. They ventured into the kitchen to greet me only when everything was in order.

“Morning, Star,” Grant said as he hugged me from behind and kissed my neck. His voice was still gravelly from sleep, making my insides all tingly.

“Morning. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas,” they replied together.

Grant reached for his coffee, keeping one arm firmly locked around me. “Mmmm,” he said as he took a sip. “You make the best coffee. What smells so good?”

“I made breakfast!” I tried to move away from him to get plates and a spatula to serve them, but his arm tightened around me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. “You sit. We’ll get the food.” He set his mug down and lifted me onto the stool beside us. He braced his arms on the counter on either side of me and leaned in. “That’s an order,” he growled into my neck playfully. “Boys, get the food,” he said, sitting beside me.

I giggled at the looks on their faces. They grumbled under their breath, calling him all sorts of names, but they didn’t protest. Ben grabbed the casserole and a spatula and laid them on the island while Linc got plates and forks. They each gave me a morning kiss before taking their seats across from us. Grant cut each of us a piece of the French toast bake I had made us, and I moaned when I took a bite, the cinnamon and maple syrup flavors exploding on my tongue.

“How are you feeling, Sugar?” Lincoln asked, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

I blushed and quickly took another bite to give myself time to take stock and answer him. “Sore but satisfied,” I finally replied. “What about you guys?”

“I feel fucking fantastic,” Ben said cheerily.

“Looking forward to next time,” Grant replied, giving me a heated look.

“Why not now?” Linc asked. “I’ve got the time.”

I snickered at his excitement, which rolled into a full laugh when Ben smacked him in the head. “She said she was sore, dumbass. Give her time to recover.”

“Besides, you may have the time, but I don’t. We have to open presents, and then I have more cooking to do to eat at a decent hour.”

“I wish you would have agreed to let us order Christmas dinner instead of slaving away in the kitchen all morning,” Grant grumbled.

“I don’t mind,” I replied honestly. “I enjoy cooking Christmas dinner for the people I love. It’s a lot of work, but it’s made with love, and that is what matters.” All three of them froze and looked at me, and it wasn’t until I thought about what I had said that I realized what I’d done. How the fuck did I let that four-letter word fall so casually from my mouth? “Umm. I just meant that you’ve become important to me, and I like cooking for you,” I said quickly. I grabbed my plate to take it to the sink and escape their eyes, but Grant’s hand covered mine, stopping my retreat.

“Nova,” he said, the demand to look at him clear in his voice. I looked at him through my lashes, worrying my lip between my teeth. “My brothers and I have a lot to talk about after the New Year, but we care about you too. Far more than I could have ever anticipated. I never saw you coming, Little Star, and we must discuss changes we need to make before we can act on our feelings.”

“Give us a little time, Sugar,” Lincoln added softly.

Ben stretched his arm across the island and held his hand open for me to take. His thumb stroked my fingers as he squeezed them softly. “We just want to ensure we can be what you deserve.”

I smiled at them and nodded. “I get it. There’s no rush. We have all the time in the world to figure out the specifics together, right?” They nodded, relieved I wasn’t pressing for more than they could give me now. “Thank you for letting me know where you stand. It’s good to know there is a possibility of a future for us.” Grant and Ben released me, and I gathered our plates and brought them to the sink.

“Present time?” Lincoln asked excitedly.

“Present time,” I confirmed.

We brought our coffee into the living room and settled on the floor around the tree. I gave them their stockings and scrambled for my phone to take a picture of the excitement on their faces as they tore into them like kids. They insisted that I open the first official present, and a gasp fell from my lips as I opened the small box to reveal a small heart-shaped silver locket with a picture of me and my dad in front of a Christmas tree in it.

“Guys! It’s lovely,” I told them as I stroked the locket’s edge with a single finger and tried to hold back my tears. Fuck, I missed my dad. Grant took the box from me and twirled his finger to signal me to turn for him. I did and held up my hair as he secured the locket around my neck. I placed my hand over it as I turned back around. “I love it. Thank you.”

I had them open the cufflinks next, not that they in any way equaled the thoughtfulness of the locket. “We can wear these to the New Year’s Eve party,” Ben said after they had thanked me. My next gift from them was a new chef’s coat in a soft pink color with Icing’s logo and my name on it.

“We couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t have one, and your aprons had seen better days,” Grant explained.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you!” I had never bothered to splurge for a chef’s coat, and I certainly never would have gotten one as nice as this. “I think you guys might be better at giving gifts than me,” I joked. “But this one will hopefully close the gap a little,” I said as I pulled the large wrapped picture from behind the tree. “This is for all of you. I hope you like it.” I watched nervously as they opened the gift and stared at it. “If you don’t, you don’t have to hang it up,” I rambled. “I just noticed that you didn’t have a group picture with Mama Clair displayed. I found that one in a box and thought it was too good a picture to be hidden away.”

“We love it,” Lincoln said as they finally looked up from the picture.

They gently placed the picture on the couch as Ben reached for me and pulled me into their laps. “It’s the perfect gift,” he assured me.

“I had forgotten all about that picture,” Grant admitted, his voice choked with emotion.

“I’m afraid we have one more gift for you,” Lincoln said, leaving our little huddle to grab the last gift under the tree—or rather gifts since it was two boxes stacked together and secured with a ribbon. “And it’s going to blow the gap you just closed wide open.”

I opened the top box; this time, it was my turn to stare speechlessly. I can’t even wrap my head around how they managed to do it. I gently lifted the reindeer ornaments from the box. They were pristine and looked precisely like mine the day I picked them out at the store. “How?” I finally managed to ask, looking from the ornaments to them and back again in wonder.

“It wasn’t easy,” Ben admitted.

“That’s an understatement,” Grant snorted. “We had a hell of a time tracking them down, but seeing the look on your face was more than worth it.”

“Open the second one,” Lincoln urged.

I opened the next box and looked at them in confusion. I wasn’t sure how to react or what the clear box was for. Ben smiled at me and then stood, carefully removing my reindeer ornaments from the tree. He sat back down on the floor as Grant took the box from me and lifted the lid off.

“We know how important these ornaments are to you, how special they are,” Lincoln explained as Ben carefully secured the ornaments to the bottom of the box with the clear embedded brackets. So we got you new ones to still be on your tree and a display box to protect the originals from further damage.”

If I was surprised by the locket’s thoughtfulness, I was gobsmacked over this gift. I didn’t know how to express how much I loved it. “I don’t know what to say,” I said honestly. “It’s the most perfect gift there ever was. It isn’t something I had ever thought of doing. Thank you.” I wrapped my arms around them as best I could as the tears I had been holding back finally fell. I had been terrified of facing my first Christmas without my dad, and these men fell into my lap and made it one of the best I’d ever had.

I cried for what seemed like forever, but it was only a few minutes. My tears were from a mix of emotions. Grief as I mourned my dad. Joy for finding such incredible men to love and love me back. Who reminded me of my self-worth and helped me find my confidence again. Even if this ended up only being for the season, I’d forever be grateful to them for the new memories they gave me.