Let's Scrooge

by R. L. Caulder

  Oh man, Carter was speaking my language. Competition as foreplay might be even better than the argument Beck and I had been dancing around the past few days. It was definitely going to be a long night. I tilted my head in question as Hollis opened her mouth to speak, but she must have decided against it since she shut it without saying anything. I wonder what that’s about.

  “What kind of competition?” Beckett asked as he started to rub Hollis’ back.

  “How about a competition to see whose side of the Christmas tree is better?”

  “Who’s going to be the judge of that?” I looked around at us. “Cause I don’t see one impartial judge, and if Hollis judges, she’s just going to declare herself the winner.”

  “You three could decorate the tree,” Hollis offered, looking between us. “And I can pick the winner?”

  “What does the winner get?” Beck asked.

  Hollis tapped a finger to her chin in thought, and I could practically see the gears in her mind turning. This was either going to be really good or really bad, and there was no way to tell until we were in the thick of things. A minute later, it was like a lightbulb went off in her head because her eyes lit up with excitement.

  “Whoever the winner is can decide what everyone else is going to be doing in bed tonight and with who!” She looked at the three of us in question, giving us the chance to back out.

  I licked my lips in anticipation of her proposal. Beckett and I both loved to be in charge in the bedroom, and the opportunity to boss him around was always welcome. Then I took in the challenging look Hollis was leveling at Carter, and my eyes narrowed. What is this about? I wasn’t the only one to notice the exchange because Beckett glanced between Hollis and Carter with a questioning expression.

  “Did we miss something?”

  “Apparently, I’m not the only one down to try anything once,” Holls replied saucily as she smirked at Carter. I felt my eyes widen in shock, and Beckett must have had the same expression on his face because Carter burst out into laughter.

  “I wouldn’t get too excited, guys.” He stood up and stretched his arms above his head with a loud groan, his back cracking with the motion. “You’d have to win first.”

  “Is that a challenge?” I taunted, standing up as well.

  “Of course.” He winked at me before he dashed for the ornaments. “And I plan on winning!”

  “Shouldn’t we discuss—” Beck started, and I gave him an incredulous look.

  “You want to discuss something without us having to pry it out of you? I think we need to write this down!” I started patting my pants for my cell phone to do just that, which made Hollis chuckle.

  “I just think,” Beckett grumbled, scowling at me, “that we should make sure this doesn’t mess up the dynamic we already have. I don’t think that’s unreasonable.”

  Carter hummed as he grabbed a box, his eyes bright. “It sounds like you’re stalling because you know you aren’t going to win. But honestly, I don’t think any experimenting on my end is going to change anything. I’m not here to change what you guys have or what I have with Hollis. Sometimes fun can just be that, fun.” If any of the rest of us had said it, I would probably be skeptical, but Carter was the easiest of us to deal with and the most emotionally well-adjusted, for sure.

  “I like the way you think.” I nodded and hurried over to grab a box of decorations so I could claim a side of the tree.

  “They are impossible,” Beckett sighed, still sitting beside Hollis in shock. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hollis motion for him to lean down toward her, and whatever she said next was lost in a whisper.

  Before I could figure out what she was up to, he smirked and nodded, grabbing the dirty plates and taking them into the kitchen before coming back to settle on the couch. He patted the space beside him, and Holls switched to sit there, the perfect place to watch us work.

  “Aren’t you joining us?” I asked, confused.

  “Nope.” He stared both myself and Carter down with a serious expression. “We’re going to wait and see who’s going to be in charge tonight.”

  Carter seemed surprised at that, but he didn’t pause for more than a minute before turning to me with a taunting grin. “May the best man win!”

  “Oh, I plan on it,” I promised, and he just barked out a laugh before starting on his side. Beckett not playing along was unexpected, but then again so was Carter’s statement.

  About an hour or so later, the tree was finished. I stood back to look at my finished side, then Carter’s, figuring this might be a close call. Both were decorated with the rainbow lights we’d worked together to wrap around the tree. Then we put the silver tinsel garlands all the way around before starting on the unique Christmas ornaments Hollis had collected over the years.

  There were some of the more normal ones like Santa Clauses, some sentimental ones with pictures from her childhood, and then a few with her brothers on there. But then the tree became uniquely her. Hawaiian-themed ornaments that had to have been from Drey’s grandmother with surfing Santas and palm trees decorated with lights. Then there were some makeup-themed ones, including an ornament with Lanie’s vlog name and the year she’d started it. I smiled when I saw one with a picture of Holls and my little sister Bailey; they were in the middle of laughing at something when the picture was taken. Looking over the tree on Carter’s side, I found pictures of each of us with Holls, some individual and some group shots, spanning the years we’d all known each other.

  The three of us didn’t have any personal ornaments of our own, so it was a really nice touch that Holls’ ornaments included the three of us too. Being in the military until this year, I hadn’t decorated a tree since I had enlisted. The base usually took care of it, and I didn’t bother to move around with boxes of holiday decorations. So my first year as a civilian, I wanted to do a real tree since it was something my dads did every year, even after Mom passed.

  “It looks amazing!” Hollis clapped her hands happily as she stood up to inspect the tree. She walked over, taking in both sides with a thoughtful expression on her face. Surprisingly, she remained quiet as she contemplated who the winner would be.

  “So, who’s the winner, angel?” Beckett drawled from where he was still lounging on the couch.

  She turned to look at him before giving us both a wide grin. “Besides me?” she asked, and I didn’t stop the laugh that escaped me at her sassy answer. “I think I’m going to have to go with Grant. So, time to put those military skills to use. What are we doing tonight?”

  I gave them all a lazy, cocky grin as I pointed above me. “Bedroom. Now.” Tonight was going to be amazing; there was no way I would let it be anything less. For all of us.

  Chapter 4

  Hollis

  I raced upstairs, anticipation already making me breathless and wet. Beckett was close on my heels, and he spun me around as soon as we got into the room. Claiming my lips in a passionate kiss, we were hot and heavy by the time Carter then Grant entered the room.

  “I don’t believe I said you could do that,” Grant commented dryly, and Beck smiled against my lips, excited at his boyfriend’s comment. As if Grant could sense his reaction, he came up and roughly pulled us apart. I panted, trying to figure out what to think as I saw Carter sit down on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for his direction.

  “Then what are we doing?” Beck challenged, and my eyebrows rose at his tone. Oh, Beck liked to push back when he wasn’t in charge, but given the wicked gleam in Grant’s eyes, he hadn’t expected anything else.

  “I have the perfect idea. You undress and I’ll be right back.” He turned to Carter and me before he walked out of the door. “Both of you, watch him but don’t help.”

  “Yes, sir.” Carter saluted Grant in acknowledgement, the latter watching him for a moment with a hooded gaze before he left and went downstairs.

  Beckett didn’t move for a moment before he turned to me with an expectant expression, but I shook my head at
him as I quickly moved to settle on the bed beside Carter. “Oh no, Beck. You’re on your own. You might want to get your ass whooped tonight, but I don’t.”

  Beckett laughed, and Carter just tilted his head, taking in his best friend. “Aren’t you supposed to be stripping?”

  I bit my lip to keep myself from saying anything as Beck’s expression shifted, considering his friend. By the time he opened his mouth to say something else, Grant was back in the room and carrying… Christmas lights? I studied him, confused, trying to follow his thought process as he reprimanded Beckett.

  “Beck, babe, I don’t see any clothing on the floor, so I’m guessing you’re sticking with the fighting back tonight.” He let out a dramatic sigh as he dropped the bundled lights on the floor. “It’s a good thing I like that about you.”

  Before I could fully follow what was happening, Grant had crowded Beckett, slanting his mouth over the other man’s in what looked like a brutal kiss. Hands and teeth in constant battle as Beck made Grant fight for every inch of control as he backed him into the corner where I had an armchair placed. I’ll need to get them to move it so the tree can come up here when it’s delivered. The fleeting thought was in and out of my mind in seconds as Beckett finally gave in and fell into the chair, Grant looming above him.

  The moment Beck submitted, Grant leaned over and whispered something in Beck’s ear. Surprisingly, Beckett stilled for a moment before slowly nodding in agreement. I looked over at Carter, trying to figure out if he knew what was going on, but his focus was solely on Beck and Grant on the other side of the room. Focusing back on the others, I saw that in the few seconds my attention had been elsewhere, Beck had taken off his shirt and Grant was working his pants off. When Beck’s hard dick sprang from the confines of his boxers, I shifted on the bed, rubbing my thighs together.

  A warm hand landed on my leg, stilling my movements, and I whimpered at the heat of Carter’s touch. The others looked over at me, and I didn’t bother to hide my lust and hunger as I took them in. Who am I kidding? There’s no way to hide that. Grant gave me a wicked grin as he came back over for the Christmas lights.

  Even Beck looked confused when Grant made his way back toward him. A moment later, he started to unravel the lights. Beck opened his mouth to say something, but after a second of considering our boyfriend, he closed his mouth. Grant worked quickly, and I watched, mesmerized, as Grant tied Beck up with the lights, his delightful holiday version of Shibari decorating Beck’s muscular chest and legs. Damn, Grant really does have a lot of skill sets. I need him to try out those rope skills on me.

  When he was done, Grant asked if Beck was alright, only moving on when he received a jerky nod of confirmation in response. Beckett was hard as a rock, and even from here, I could see the precum on his large dick betraying how aroused he was right now. Grant brushed his lips across Beckett’s before he moved over and did the only thing that would make this better; he plugged the lights in, and Beck lit up. On full display like a work of art, he was stuck in the corner of the room. With my curtains open, Beck and the moon were the only sources of light in the room, and it was intimate, romantic, and kinky… It was amazing.

  Grant walked over toward where Carter and I were sitting, ignoring Beckett behind him. I could see Beck lick his lips before my gaze focused on Grant as he stopped in front of me. With a hard swallow, I met his gaze, feeling the weight of his patience. He was waiting for me to say something, but I wasn’t sure what he expected, so naturally, I blurted out the first question that came to mind.

  “Can we celebrate Christmas in July from now on?” All three of them gave rough laughs, but it didn’t last long as Grant pulled me up and claimed my lips in a slow, dominating kiss. I sunk into it and him, nipping at his lower lip and making him growl in response.

  Grant broke the kiss and rasped out the order to undress. As I hurried to get my layers off, he turned his full attention to Carter, sitting down beside him, and I stopped, needing to listen in.

  “Do you have a preference?” Carter blinked at Grant’s question.

  “Preference?”

  Grant barely repressed a smile as he studied Carter with serious eyes. “You’re up to try anything once, but with who? I don’t want to assume, and I guarantee you won’t be offending either of us for who you choose.” My eyes locked on them, I hurriedly finished undressing, wanting to be ready by the time Grant checked that I’d followed his order.

  Carter nodded, looking at him and Beck over as he thought through his answer. “What am I trying, exactly?”

  “I didn’t think you’d be up for anal the first time, if that’s what you’re worried about. But I think whatever you want to try we’d be up for.”

  “First time?” Carter smirked. “Bold statement that it would happen again.” I couldn’t hold back my laughter at his smartass response, loving the little burst of fight in him. Both of them looked over at me then, and I put my hands on my hips, not the least bit self-conscious to be naked around them now.

  “I have an idea if you want to hear it, Carter.” I gave him a wicked grin before walking over to whisper in his ear. He remained motionless as I pulled back, and the other two men watched us curiously.

  “I like the way you think.” Smiling up at him, I climbed onto the bed, waiting for everyone else to decide what they were going to do. I glanced over at Beck, who had been silent this whole time, to find him watching all three of us. There was clear hunger and curiosity in his eyes, his gaze locked on the scene unfolding in front of him.

  “I’m pretty sure I won the competition, Hollis.”

  “I know!” I gave him a wide-eyed innocent expression. “I was just sharing an idea to help Carter decide.”

  Grant narrowed his eyes at me until he gave a brisk nod. “Just this once, for Carter, I’ll watch and see what you want to do.”

  Carter, for his part, watched the back and forth then shrugged and took off his shirt and pants, completely comfortable in his own skin. Ignoring Grant at the bottom of the bed, he climbed up to where I was laid back, waiting for him to come to me. Carter crawled over me and placed a soft kiss on my lips before he settled down on his favorite place, between my thighs. I whimpered as he swirled his tongue around my clit, his skillful technique able to wring out all kinds of begging from my lips before he stopped teasing me.

  Slow, long licks and quick flicks assaulted my pussy as he ate me out. I could hear Beckett trying to shift in the chair, letting out a frustrated growl when he was unable to move. After some faint rustling, Grant was there, naked, by my head. He grabbed one of my breasts with a rough hand before taking the other nipple in his mouth. Carter placed his hands on my thighs, keeping me from trying to close my legs, and I groaned under their attentions, losing myself to their mouths as they built up my arousal. It could have been hours or minutes as they sucked, licked, and nipped along my body.

  Just as Carter swirled his tongue along my clit, Grant scraped his teeth across my nipple, pushing me over the edge. I called out their names as I clutched them to me, trying to ride out wave after wave. Hitting me completely unaware, lost in pleasure, they pushed me into a second orgasm before the first even ended.

  As I finally started to come down, both of them pulled away from me. I looked down to see Carter give me a wink with a small knowing smile on his face before he slowly got up off the bed. Grant peppered kisses along my chest as we both watched Carter saunter toward Beckett, the poor man looking almost desperate after the little show we’d put on for him. Beck had no chance to figure out what was coming before Carter was in front of him, claiming a kiss with my juices still on his lips.

  Beck froze for a moment before he moaned and started to kiss Carter back. Heat hit me as I watched them kiss for the first time. I hoped it wasn’t the last time because it was all kinds of hot watching a restrained Beckett, all those muscles stuck in one place, make out with Carter.

  The distinct sound of a drawer opening and then a condom wrapper being ripped open almo
st distracted me from the kissing, but when I went to turn around, Grant gently pushed me to keep watching the others. A few seconds later, he rolled me onto my side and lifted my leg so he could slide into me from behind. I let out a moan at his invasion, feeling his piercings rubbing inside of me, hitting those spots just right with this position.

  “Do you like watching them?” Grant whispered huskily into my ear. I nodded, not about to hide how into it I was. Carter cupped Beckett’s face, controlling the kiss, and unlike his moment with Grant, Beck didn’t fight him. Beck’s dick twitched at the movement, and I made a mental note that all my guys might be alphas in the sheets, but Beckett didn’t mind submitting if you fought him for it. Damn, that had a lot of hot possibilities running through my mind.

  “Me too,” Grant growled, pulling out of me before thrusting back inside, hard. I gasped at that, but he held me tightly against his chest as he started to whisper all kinds of deliciously hot things. Fuck, it was a miracle I didn’t catch on fire just listening to him talk. Grant set a hard but slow pace as we continued to watch Carter explore things with Beckett. They broke the kiss and held eye contact for a solid minute, each probably weighing the other’s reaction, and then Carter did something that surprised even me.

  He straddled Beckett until their cocks brushed against each other’s. I could see Beck’s eyes widen right before they rolled back in his head as Carter wrapped a hand around both of their dicks to jerk them off. Holy shit! Can I get them to do that with a camera later? Though I don’t think I’ll ever get this image out of my head. Grant had stilled at the unexpected move, but soon he started pumping into me again, his pace matching Carter’s hand.

  I could tell Beck was getting close when he started to curse, and I copied him moments later when Grant brought his hand around to lightly tease my clit with just enough pressure to send me to my third orgasm of the night along with his first. As I came down from my high, I heard grunting across the room. My eyes immediately traveled across the room to watch Carter and Beckett finish, cum covering Beck’s chest and the lights that restrained him. Well, that gives new meaning to white Christmas.