Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

Emery

T he air felt charged with possibility, and I never could have imagined finding not just one person but three.

“We should probably clean up.” But I made no move to start.

“Probably,” Max agreed, his eyes darkening as they met mine across the messy counter.

Ronan stepped closer. “Or we could leave it for morning.” His touch held that same gentle authority that had drawn me to him from the start; the perfect balance of strength and tenderness that made me feel safe enough to be vulnerable.

“Much better plan.” Levi appeared on my other side. His fingers found my hip. “But I think we forgot to decorate one last cookie.”

I swallowed hard as I looked up at the three men surrounding me. The kitchen lights reflected in their eyes, a mix of hunger and mischief dancing in their gazes. “What do you mean? We decorated all the cookies.”

Ronan’s fingers trailed along the collar of my pajama top, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “Well, there is one thing left we could decorate.” His voice was low, almost a growl.

Levi’s hand slid from my hip to the hem of my top, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of my stomach. “The most delicious treat in the room.”

Max stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine as his hands joined Levi’s, slowly lifting my shirt. “What do you say, Em? Want to be our Christmas cookie?”

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a smile as I nodded.

That was all the encouragement they needed. My pajama top was lifted over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up. My skin prickled, both from the sudden chill and the heat of their gazes. Ronan’s hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making them harden under his touch.

“Perfect canvas.” He leaned down to press a kiss to the swell of one breast.

Levi and Max worked together to strip me out of my pajama bottoms and underwear, leaving me completely exposed before they lifted me onto the kitchen counter. I squirmed, feeling self-conscious under their intense scrutiny, but also incredibly turned on.

“Lie back,” Max instructed gently, his hands guiding me down onto the cool countertop. I complied, the marble sending a jolt through my body, a stark contrast to the warmth of their hands.

There was something incredibly intimate about the way he looked at me. Not just with desire, but with tenderness. How different this was from Josh, who had never really seen me at all.

Ronan reached for a container of frosting, swirling his finger in the sweet mixture before painting it onto my skin. He started at my collarbone, drawing a line down between my breasts, his finger leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Levi followed suit, using a different color to trace circles around my nipples, the cool frosting making them pucker even more.

Max, meanwhile, had grabbed a handful of sprinkles. He sprinkled them over my stomach, the tiny candy pieces tickling my skin. I giggled, squirming under their ministrations. “That tickles!”

“Shh.” Levi put a finger over my lips. “We’re concentrating.”

I tried to hold still as they continued their decorating. Ronan drizzled icing over my thighs, and Max placed candy pieces strategically, his fingers lingering on my skin, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

Levi, with a wicked gleam in his eye, grabbed the can of whipped cream out of the refrigerator. He shook it, the sound filling the room, before spraying a dollop onto each of my nipples.

The cold cream made me gasp, arching my back off the counter. “Fuck, that’s cold.”

“Want me to warm you up?” Levi leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lick the whipped cream off one nipple.

I moaned, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. “Yes, please.”

Ronan and Max joined in, their mouths exploring my body, licking off the frosting and candies they’d placed so carefully. Each lick, each nip, sent an overload of sensations coursing through me.

“You taste so fucking good.” Ronan’s tongue traced the lines of icing he’d drawn on my thigh.

Max’s mouth found mine, his kiss deep and passionate, tasting of sugar and spice. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his hair tightly.

Levi’s fingers trailed down my stomach, leaving a path of fire behind. He reached the apex of my thighs, his fingers teasingly brushing against my clit. I bucked my hips, trying to increase the pressure, but he pulled back, a smirk on his face. “Not yet, Christmas Spirit. We’re not done decorating.”

I groaned in frustration, but the sound turned into a moan as Ronan’s mouth found my other nipple, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh. Max’s mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing the delicate skin, sending shivers down my spine.

Levi grabbed the frosting again, this time spreading it over my pussy. I gasped at the cool sensation, my hips bucking off the counter. He chuckled, his fingers spreading the frosting, coating every inch of me.

“Fuck, that feels good.” My eyes fluttered closed.

“Just wait.” Levi’s mouth was on me, his tongue licking the frosting off, delving into my folds. I cried out, my hands gripping the edge of the counter tightly. Ronan and Max continued their assault on my senses, their mouths and hands exploring every inch of my body.

The sensation of three mouths on me, three sets of hands touching me, was overwhelming. The pressure inside me was growing with each lick and touch. Levi’s tongue circled my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh god,” I gasped, my body tensing. “I’m close.”

Ronan’s mouth moved to my ear, his voice a low growl. “Come for us. Let us see you fall apart.”

And with those words, pure, dizzying pleasure enveloped me. I cried out, my hands gripping Levi’s hair tightly as I rode out my orgasm.

As I came down from my high, their mouths gentled and their touches softened.

I opened my eyes to find them watching me with such intensity it almost hurt to meet their gazes. This wasn’t just about physical pleasure anymore, it was about trust, about letting my walls crumble completely. About finding home in the most unexpected place.

Their faces were flushed, eyes dark with more than desire. There was possession there, yes, but also protection, tenderness, and something deeper that none of us were quite ready to name. They made me feel both utterly possessed and completely free.

Some gifts can’t be wrapped, and in this moment, I realized they were the best one of all.