12. Amy

Amy

H ow the hell am I supposed to sell damn Christmas trees with these two when they’ve both been inside me? My legs are jelly, I have a fucking bite mark on my neck, and my cheeks are still hot. Worse, watching Mitch walk out the door sent a shooting pain straight to my heart. How can I feel so much for a man I know nothing about?

This isn’t love, it’s a supernova of emotions I can’t control.

I finally lift off Jasper’s cock, and immediately hate how empty I feel. Falling onto the sticky sheets, he pulls be onto him in a bear hug, and groans, “Why do I love the idea of you smelling like Mitch and me for the rest of the day?”

“I doubt it would sell any trees.” Jasper swats my ass, making me yelp. “What?”

He tangles his legs with mine and slips his already-hard cock inside me. “We could stay up here and let Mitch do all the work? ”

“You’re supposed to be flocking trees, not my pussy,” I deadpan.

Thrusting once, he remains settled inside me. For a man who was all too eager to tie me up and do delicious things to my body, I’m genuinely surprised that he isn’t kicking me out of his bed. At the very least, I expect him to turn back into the growly cowboy who hated the idea of dressing up like Santa. This? This is intimate, raw.

Jasper kisses me softly, practically making love to my mouth. He was so worried about his family’s tree farm, but it’s as if all his financial worries have melted away. I can’t handle the emotional connection he’s forcing on me. Pressing his shoulder onto the bed, I straddle him. My pussy is too sore for another round so soon—more cum in my cunt is not the reminder I need that this is just sex. I lift off his cock and kiss down his body until I reach his thick length. As I slowly lick up his shaft, he fists the sheets and growls. I can’t help my satisfied smirk and lick around the crown twice before taking him in my mouth.

A hint of Mitch still lingers on my tongue, coupled with Jasper’s cock tasting like the two of us, and the mix is intoxicating. Jasper’s precum coats my tongue as I move up and down his length. He thickens in my mouth, and just as I think we’re to the finish line, he sits up enough to grab my hips, twisting me to straddling his face. I continue fucking him with my mouth, moaning around his cock as he sucking hard on my clit, devouring my pussy. The moment the hot spurts of his release hit the back of my throat, my orgasm crashes over me. Jasper promised he’d have me begging him to stop, but I don’t dare as he continues flicking his tongue over my sensitive clit. A mild tremor cascades down my limbs as he extends my ecstasy.

I’m ruined. Absolutely fucking ruined by these beautiful men. How the hell am I going to walk away from this? From them?

T he past few hours I’ve been calling in favours and working my marketing magic with local businesses. I’ve secured a coffee cart, a few pop-up vendors, and purchased a few hundred candy canes to hand out. They aren’t my family’s brand, but will do in a pinch.

Mitch and Jasper stayed behind, but every moment I’ve been gone has been torture, and I can’t get back to them fast enough. It’s supposed to be fun, meaningless sex… It’s not. It’s as if they stole a piece of me and I’m scared to death I’m never going to be the same for the rest of my life. This afternoon feels like a dream and my insecurities seep in, unable to shake the feeling that it’s all over and I won’t be welcome back. Mitch said I’m theirs for the night, but they could be empty promises—a sexy thing to say after he came in my mouth.

Word spreads fast in Coal’s and there are already six trucks and SUVs parked when I arrive. A few people are strapping trees down in their truck beds, and I can’t help smiling. I park next to them and rush up the steps to find Jasper and Mitch. I spot Mitch behind the register, giving a family the rundown on best practices for tree care. When our eyes meet, my heart stops at his smile widens, and as soon as the family leaves, he scoops me in his arms and buries his face in my hair.

“Hey, Aces,” he sings, as if he hasn’t seen me in months, not hours.

I keep my voice light, pulling back to ask, “Sell a few trees?”

Mitch kisses me, murmuring against my lips, “Only a few.” There’s a playful smack on my ass, but from this angle, I can tell it’s not Mitch. Jasper mumbles something under his breath about us getting a room, and I feel Mitch’s laugh everywhere. “You want to decorate the tree?”

I follow his gaze to the Christmas tree I picked out earlier. It’s displayed in the corner with a bronze star at the top, but is otherwise naked. The ornament box from upstairs is sitting beside it; my cheeks heat remembering what I found in it. That damn box is to blame for the ache between my legs. An ache that hasn’t dulled since Mitch left the room. How can I crave both of them this much?

As I open it, I take a quick inventory of my options—gold tinsel, a few boxes of hunter green and candy apple red baubles, and white flickering lights. No red jute to be found, not that I’d use it on the tree. It’ll be one of the most boring trees I’ve ever decorated, but it’ll have to do.

I make quick work of decorating; there isn’t much time before families arrive for Santa. As I’m placing an ornament just out of reach, an arm snatches me by the waist, pulling me into a broad chest. For a brief moment, I think it’s Mitch, until teeth graze the mark Jasper left earlier and the brim of his hat comes into my periphery. He takes the ornament from me and slips it onto a branch I’m not tall enough for .

Jasper murmurs against my skin, “Fucking beautiful,”

“It could be prettier.” I shrug. “Next year, you should invest in a few garlands, and maybe different size bulbs for variety.”

“I wasn’t talking about the tree, sweetheart.”

I don’t have a chance to scold him for being cheesy as fuck because an obnoxious ringing bell pulls our attention to the stairs. Mitch appears in his Santa suit, shirtless beneath the coat. I smother my smile, unable to stop a few chuckles from escaping.

Mitch stretches his arms wide, does a turn for show, then asks, “What do you think? Trees will be flying off the ranch!”

“Are you seriously wearing that without a shirt?” Jasper grumbles. “This is supposed to be a family event.” The grump is back, and I couldn’t be happier. Cranky Jasper I can handle. Romantic Jasper is lethal.

“Oh, come on! I’m just having a bit of fun.” Mitch lifts me, swinging me in a circle. Setting me down, I can’t help admiring his perfectly sculpted pecs beneath my fingertips. “See, Aces is ready to sit on my lap.”

A pang of jealousy pierces me at the thought of another woman touching him, sitting on his lap, him touching anyone but me. “He’s right, you should put a shirt on. Let’s not give the wives of Coal’s Lake a reason to leave their husbands.”

“Fine,” he playfully scoffs, rolling his eyes. “But you’re sitting on my lap later… naked .”