Just One Kiss: A Holiday Story [The Town of Pearl 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Hey, baby,” Lucifer said as he held his cock in his hand, stroking the thick, long muscle and easing it closer to her lips. He guided her head lower, and she loved handing over that control and allowing him to direct her head as he pressed his cock between her lips. She sucked him in as Salvatore thrust upward and Maxwell pumped fingers into her ass. She felt the loss the moment Maxwell removed his fingers, and she moaned and hummed against Lucifer’s cock.

  “Here I come, baby. We’re all going to take you together.”

  She wondered how, as Gabriele began to caress her ass and Maxwell pressed his cock into the tight rings. Salvatore continued to move in and out of her, and then Lucifer pumped into her mouth. She moaned and rocked between them when Maxwell pulled out. She was coming and felt the loss when suddenly another cock filled her anus, and she knew that it was Gabriele and that he and Maxwell were taking turns. It aroused her beyond control, and she came hard.

  “Oh, fuck, I think she liked your idea, Gabriele,” Maxwell said. He gave her ass a smack.

  “Oh yeah. She does,” Salvatore said.

  Gabriele pumped faster, and she could feel him grow harder. She could sense Salvatore getting thicker, and then Lucifer’s cock grew hard, too. Then Gabriele pulled out of her ass, and she wanted to scream from the torture. “Get back in there. I won’t last too much longer,” Salvatore said.

  “Me either,” Lucifer added.

  Maxwell thrust into her ass hard and fast as he gripped her hips and took what he needed.

  Lucia felt Lucifer grip her hair tighter then hold himself within her as he came inside of her mouth. She licked him clean and then felt Maxwell come next.

  “Oh, baby. I love you so much,” he told her and then he pulled out. Gabriele took his place, and he and Salvatore continued to make love to her until she screamed another release and the two of them followed.

  “Oh God, my legs are shaking,” Lucia told them as they eased out of her, and Lucifer was there with a warm washcloth to take care of her.

  “Rest, baby, we have some plans for you today before the party,” Gabriele said, and they all got dressed except for her and Maxwell, who lay together entwined on the bed.

  She kissed Maxwell’s chest. “I could do that every morning and every night with all of you for the rest of my life.”

  He squeezed her tight, and they lay like that until it was time for them to get ready.

  * * * *

  A while later, and after a long, hot bath, Lucia headed downstairs to the kitchen to meet the men. She wore a fluffy white sweater and a pair of jeans, plus she grabbed her red jacket in case they were going into town. As she passed the living room, she saw the four of them sitting there. They looked so handsome she wished she had a camera and could take a picture of them.

  “Lucia, come here a minute,” Maxwell said.

  She walked into the room and next to the tree, taking a moment to absorb all the decorations and of course her favorite ornaments thus far. The ones the men remembered from their childhood, as well as her very first fairy ornament.

  “So what’s the plan? Are we going out for a little while before we have to get ready for Mary’s party?” she asked.

  Salvatore touched her thigh, and she turned to look at him.

  “Or we could just stay here and cuddle,” he teased as he ran the palms of his hands up her thighs then to her belly, ticking her.

  She laughed, and he pulled her between them as they all stood around her.

  “We wanted to give you something special for our first Christmas together,” Maxwell began.

  “But as we thought about taking you somewhere or going into town and doing some shopping, we decided that the best place was right here,” Lucifer added.

  “This is our first tree together, filled with old mementoes and new ones,” Salvatore added.

  “There’s no better place to tell you how much we love you and that we want to spend the rest of our lives with you than right here in our home. A home our parents built and started their family in,” Gabriele said.

  Lucia smiled. “You don’t have to give me anything. You’ve already given me the most important thing I could ever want or need. Your love,” she said. When all four of them knelt down on the rug at the same time, Lucia felt her heart race and the tears emerge.

  “Lucia Elizabeth Monte, will you marry us, and make us the happiest men alive, and be our woman forever?” Maxwell asked her. They all smiled as she cried a yes and then fell to her knees and hugged them all. They rolled around on the floor together, tickling her and kissing her until Lucifer stopped them.

  “The ring,” he yelled.

  Lucia was lying over Gabriele’s chest as she sat up, his hand on her ass supporting her. The others were around them, and Maxwell took her hand and slowly placed a gorgeous Victorian-style ring with a large diamond onto her finger.

  “Oh God, it’s beautiful,” she said.

  “It fits perfectly,” Salvatore said.

  “She’s perfect, that’s why,” Gabriele chimed in.

  “It was our mom’s, Lucia,” Maxwell told her.

  “I love it. It’s so special. I didn’t think I could get any happier,” she told them, and they each kissed her.

  “You haven’t had any of Mary’s special eggnog,” Lucifer teased, and the guys laughed.

  “So where do you want to go to celebrate? We have a lot of time before we need to get ready for Mary’s party,” Gabriele asked.

  “I think back to bed,” she told them, and Maxwell hooted and hollered as he lifted her up and carried her toward the stairs, his brothers on his heels.

  * * * *

  Lucifer held Lucia’s hand as they approached Mary Higgins’s front door. From the moment they pulled up to the roadway, they saw so many cars, and more people were arriving along with them.

  She had done an amazing job decorating and bringing to life a holiday that now and forever would have great meaning for Lucia.

  “Look at this wreath, it’s huge,” Gabriele pointed out, and Maxwell and Salvatore agreed. The front door opened, and a man dressed in a tuxedo was there to greet them.

  “Good evening, and welcome,” he said then opened the door wider, allowing them entry. There were people everywhere talking, dancing, and laughing. The live band set up in the back of the house was playing “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree.” There was mistletoe scattered above people’s heads, hanging from the top banister of the staircase right over where a couple currently stole a kiss.

  She saw the large menorah celebrating Hanukkah. The silver-and-blue decorations set around the living room were so bright and shimmering.

  There was so much to take in, including the people arriving then being handed an ornament to place on the ten-foot Christmas tree in the living room.

  “Lucia!” Mary called out, and Lucifer released her hand as Mary hugged her tight.

  “You made it. I’m so very happy. Everyone, this is Lucia,” she called to them, and people Lucia had never seen or met before began to greet her and the men. Before long, Mary was pulling her to the side and grabbing a special ornament just for her.

  “This is yours to place on my tree, and I hope that you return every year to share in this celebration with me.”

  She handed her an ornament of beautiful angel with long brown hair and huge brown eyes and a name engraved on the front in gold. Lucia.

  She smiled at Mary and then gave the guys a wink before she looked at Mary again.

  “Something tells me I’ll be spending a lot of years in Pearl with my four handsome soldiers,” she said and showed Mary the ring.

  Mary screamed aloud and hugged Lucia then hugged the men.

  “They’re engaged,” she called out, and everyone cheered and congratulated them.

  As Lucia and her men made their way through the crowds of people, they started to see some familiar faces, including Sage’s and Diane’s.

  As they all began talking and mingling, enjoying the party, Lucia absor
bed it all. She squeezed Salvatore’s hand as a magical sensation filled her heart.

  Never in all her life, in the tough decisions she had to make out of fear and danger, would she ever have expected to land in a town like Pearl. She was never a dreamer, more like a survivor, but running for her life, meeting and falling in love with four handsome men, her own American soldiers, changed everything. It made her want to fight for their love, for the things she always wanted and never had, and to let down her guard and let good, kind, compassionate people inside. In doing so, she not only fell in love for the very first time, but she also gained some new lasting friendships in a town, and a community she was officially part of. This was her second chance at life, since that very first kiss to her forehead, so sweet and compassionate, a sign, an invitation to something as pure and powerful as love. Maybe the fairy tales and storybooks were right. Maybe celebrating, giving thanks, enjoying life, and making friends were what really made miracles happen during the holidays. Just taking the chance to open up her heart and allowing the pain, the bitterness, and anger to be set free made room for love.

  Life was way too short to not find happiness. But she found it in Pearl. Now Lucia was officially home.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

  My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

  Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

  Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

  I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

  Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

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