by Amanda Rose
After eating the delicious breakfast and washing it down with a cup of Earl Grey, we all go and sit beside the Christmas tree. I tuck my legs up under me on the sofa as I watch the brothers hand each other presents. Max rips each one open with the delight of a child, Bryce and Hudson open theirs carefully. It’s so sweet to watch and incredibly heart-warming. Before long each of the men have a pile of presents stacked up next to them. Weirdly, I don’t feel out of place, just happy to experience my first Christmas amongst a loving family.
Hudson leans over and pulls out a gift bag I hadn’t noticed until now. It’s the last gift under the tree and I wonder which brother it is for.
“This is for you, Louisa,” he says with a shy smile.
“Me?” I say, taken aback. I look at each brother in turn and feel my heart squeeze inside my chest. It seems to be doing that a lot lately. “You didn’t have to do that.” More to the point when had they gotten around to buying me gifts?
“Open it, Louisa,” Max says, grabbing the bag from Hudson and plopping it in my lap.
“I… thank you,” I say, pressing a hand against the pounding beat of my heart. I can feel tears welling in my eyes. The last time I had been given a Christmas present was when Richard was still with mum. Before he arrived, and after he left, we didn’t do gifts. We didn’t do Christmas full-stop. “You don’t know how much this means,” I say softly.
“Open it, darling,” Bryce says. I catch his eye and smile.
Placing my hands into the gift bag I pull out something soft wrapped in red tissue paper. I unravel it and lift up a white Pink Floyd logo t-shirt, similar to the one I had.
“Look at the back,” Hudson says.
I turn over the t-shirt and printed on it is a slightly altered verse from the song ‘Butterfly’.
Sometimes when I watch you
I stretch out my hand to touch you
‘Cause it drives me wild
To see you flutter by
You butterfly
I just want your love
“I don’t know what to say.” I look at Hudson, at Bryce and Max, and my eyes fill with hopeful tears. If I were honest, it isn’t my favourite Pink Floyd song, but the words they picked out had to mean something, didn’t they? I re-read the last line, again and again, my thoughts running wild with the possibility of what that meant.
“There’s more,” Max says, gently removing the t-shirt from my grip.
I pull out a medium sized box about the height of a book and gently prise open the lid. Inside is a beautiful figurine of a blonde woman dressed in a white dress, snow at her feet. In her hand, she is holding three hearts made of ice. I turn her over carefully, admiring the detail and craftsmanship. Whether it is coincidence or not, she looks very much like me.
“Our very own Ice-Queen,” Max murmurs. I look at him, at the hope in his eyes and I am left speechless. Max takes the figurine from my hands and places it gently on the table. “There should be one more present left inside,” he says.
At the bottom of the gift bag is a black velvet box. I pull it out gently, my heart hammering loudly in my chest.
“Open it,” Bryce says, a gentle smile curving his lips.
I flip the lid open, to find a delicate white-gold bracelet embedded with a row of sparkling diamonds, nestled in the centre is a butterfly made out of blue topaz. My mouth pops open and I find that all capable speech has left me. I just sit staring at the beauty of it.
“You should wear it,” Bryce says, getting up from his spot on the floor. He sits down next to me, takes the bracelet from the box and gently pulls at the corner of the butterfly’s wing. The bracelet opens, and he slides it onto my wrist.
“Beautiful,” he says.
“Thank you,” I murmur. “No-one has ever given me such thoughtful gifts.” A tear slips from my eye as Bryce pulls me into his arms, pressing a kiss against my head.
“You deserve them.”
“You deserve so much more,” Max says, from behind. He gets up and I feel his arms wrap around me.
“And we want to give it to you,” Hudson says, kneeling at my feet. He moves closer and wraps his arms around me so that I am held between them all. In that moment I realise one simple fact, I am falling for the Freed brothers, falling hard.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“As much as I like the thought of you naked under that dressing gown, it’s rather distracting when we have a Christmas dinner to cook,” Bryce laughs. We’d been sitting and chatting about our interests and hobbies for the past couple of hours or so and it is nearing noon. I had been surprised to discover that Bryce likes to paint and had a studio for his artwork back home in London. Max is a keen musician, and Hudson a writer in his spare time. So, not only were they handsome, skilled lovers, and great businessmen, they were also creative and thoughtful. The combination is a complete turn-on.
“I’ll go change, I don’t want to distract you. I am looking forward to this dinner!”
Leaving them to prepare, I head back to my room taking my gifts with me. Not one of them had mentioned the fact that I had no present to give in return even though I felt really terrible about it. Honestly though, up until yesterday afternoon, I still believed that they were all lotharios that I should avoid like the plague. Buying them gifts hadn’t been on the forefront of my brain. Now my opinion of them has gone full circle and I am pretty much in over my head. I know it’s possible that the growing feelings I have for them may change the minute we head back into the resort and reality sets in, but for now, in the magic of Petite Cabane, they were all mine.
Feeling utterly content, I pull on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a brushed cotton shirt over my underwear, then comb out my hair. Taking a look at myself in the mirror I decide to apply a bit of makeup and grab my toiletry bag from the side table in my room. I unzip the section where I keep my eyeshadow and laugh out loud at what I pull out. In my hand is a strip of condoms, three to be precise.
“Shawna.” I grin at the gift she has given me. I vaguely remember her looking through my makeup bag that first night I arrived in the resort. I haven’t worn makeup since that night and hadn’t looked in the bag until now. Thank goodness for Shawna and her filthy mind. With a plan forming, I wrap each condom in a piece of the tissue paper left over from my gifts, slip the packages into my jean pocket and head back out to the living room.
Bryce and Max are preparing vegetables and Hudson is covering the turkey in strips of juicy bacon when I walk back in. They are still half-dressed in their sleepwear, but all of them had an apron on. It is quite a sight.
“That’s it. In it goes,” Max says, sliding the turkey into the oven. “I’ll pop the vegetables and potatoes on later.”
“Quite the chef, aren’t we?” I smile.
“Well, you learn to grow up pretty quick when you’ve lived most of your life in care,” Bryce replies. He’s not being snarky, just honest.
“Sure, I totally get that.”
Bryce pulls off the apron he’s wearing and hangs it up on a hook. His bare chest is glistening slightly with a sheen of perspiration and I am reminded of the way his skin tasted under my lips.
“I’m going to take a shower. I won’t be long,” he says.
“Wait a minute, I have something for you. For all of you,” I say. Both Max and Hudson look at me with a frown, but Bryce’s lips curl into a smile. It’s as though he can read me like a book.
“That so?” he says.
“Uh huh.”
Taking off their aprons too, Max and Hudson sit on the sofa whilst I perch on the coffee table. My heart is thundering in my chest as I pull out the small packages and hand one to each of the men. Then, taking a deep shaky breath, I speak. “I have no idea what is happening between us all. I don’t know if this is real or not, or just some fantasy we are all caught up in. All I know is that right here, in this moment, I want each and every one of you. I am willing to give myself to you all. I only ask that you don’t use that unless you mean to give me a piece
of yourself in return,” I say pointing to the gifts in their laps.
Bryce is the first to open the tissue paper. When he sees what’s inside, he lets out a low whistle. He is careful not to show his brothers what’s enclosed, he just looks at me like any minute he is going to pounce, and I had better be prepared for it. He nods his head.
“You can have any part of me, darling,” he says.
I turn to Max who is sitting opposite me and watch him as he rips open the tissue paper. His eyes snap up as soon as he sees the silver foil packet.
“Damn it, Ice-Queen, you’ve already stolen my heart. You can take the rest of me, I give it to you willingly,” he laughs, a sexy smile breaking across his face.
Finally, I turn to Hudson, who out of the three brothers is the most reserved. He unravels the tissue paper slowly, then gently places my gift in his hand. I can feel the ragged thread of my pulse pounding in my chest as he raises his eyes to me.
“This is no fantasy, Louisa,” he says curling his hands around the condom packet and kneeling in front of me. He reaches up and gently presses the palm of his hand against the side of my face. I lean into his touch.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I whisper.
Hudson reaches up and pulls me into his lap, covering me with hot kisses. He kisses my lips, my cheeks, my nose. His teeth pull on the lobe of my ear. A moment later the coffee table is gone, moved away by Bryce and Max. Hudson lays me down gently on the soft sheepskin rug and unbuttons my jeans.
“Tell us what you want. We don’t wish to overwhelm you, Louisa,” Hudson says, as Max and Bryce kneel down beside me.
“I want you all,” I whisper, holding my arms up to Max.
“Then that’s what you shall get, darling,” Bryce murmurs, the gold flecks in his eyes ablaze with fire.
Hudson leans over me and presses a gentle kiss against the bare skin above my waistband, then slides my jeans off just as Max leans in and takes my mouth with his. Warm hands unbutton my shirt pushing the material aside as gentle fingers push up under my bra playing with the buds of my arousal. I am lost to their hands and their mouths as Hudson reaches into my drenched knickers and gently pushes his finger inside me, coaxing my body to relax further, to open up. I move my mouth away from Max and pull Bryce towards me groaning at the different taste of his mouth, at the hungry way he kisses me.
The sound of foil being torn open has me breaking away from Bryce’s lips and I watch as Max rolls the condom over the length of his cock. Lust, desire, perhaps even love bubbles in my chest as Bryce and Hudson move away, allowing Max full access to me. Max leans over and places a tender kiss against my lips, then slowly peels my knickers off.
“Ice-Queen,” Max murmurs, a small smile playing on his lips. The way he says my nickname so tenderly makes me melt further.
“Not for much longer,” I whisper back. He smiles and without a moment’s hesitation, leans over shielding me from the others. I am lost to him as he pushes inside of me, lost to the way his blonde hair tickles the skin of my face as he moves above me, to the steady surety of his touch, to the flush of his pink lips as he kisses me and to the curve of his smile as he whispers my name. The feeling of him filling me with his length, sliding in and out of the warmth of my core soon has me calling his name until we both come undone.
“Damn it Ice-Queen,” he says. Max cups my face in his hand and presses a careful kiss against my mouth, removing himself gently. Then pulls me into his arms and holds me, saying nothing until a feeling of peace and contentment blankets me.
“That was beautiful,” Max says eventually. “I would stay here for the rest of my days if I could, but you want us all and I want you to have that. My brothers will take care of you now.” Max gently removes my arms and gets up. I watch him leave the room, the flush of our lovemaking still very evident on both of our skin.
“Darling, come here,” I hear Bryce say. He is sitting on the armchair naked, his huge cock straining against his boxers. Hudson is sitting on the other sofa, his green eyes raking over my flushed skin.
“Take your top off,” Bryce says.
I stand pulling my arms from my shirt and unhook my bra, allowing my heavy aching breasts to fall free of their constraints. Naked, my long hair falling around my shoulders, I approach Bryce. Hudson sucks in a shuddering breath as he watches me straddle Bryce’s lap then lower myself slowly over the velvety smoothness of his cock. Tipping my head forward, I gasp at the delicious feel of him stretching me. Our eyes lock and in an instant, I am on my back, Bryce pounding into me. He lets out an unbridled cry as I take him, all of him, my nails digging into the skin of his back. Bryce doesn’t hold back, he is passionate and raw and virile and everything I hoped he would be. Trembling, he calls out my name over and over again, the desperate need in his voice sending me crashing into a vortex of sensation as my body tightens around him.
“Darling,” he utters, his body shaking from the aftermath of his orgasm. Bryce kisses me deeply, claiming me with his mouth until my lips are bruised and my breath is ragged. Then he pulls free and lifts me in his strong arms, lays me gently in Hudson’s lap and walks away, leaving me alone with him. I am aching with want, on the cusp of losing myself entirely and I know it will take very little to send me over the edge once again. Max and Bryce have marked me as theirs and now it is time for Hudson to mark me as his.
“Best ‘til last?” I ask, biting my lip. I am joking, of course, Bryce and Max mean as much to me as Hudson, yet I am nervous in his arms. He has this vulnerability about him, something that lurks just beneath the surface and I am drawn to it, to the broken parts of him. They call to me like a siren’s song and I find myself drowning in them.
Hudson smiles. “There will come a day when you will be filled with each of us at once. Until that moment comes, I am glad that I am the one who has the honour of taking you last. Are you ready, Louisa?” he says, brushing his lips against mine softly.
“Yes,” I whisper back.
Hudson lays me against the sofa and kisses me slowly, he doesn’t touch me or move above me, he simply savours the taste of me. For long minutes that’s all he does, teasing me with his mouth, rendering me a writhing, hot, mess beneath him. Then he ever so slowly traces the tip of his tongue over the hard points of my nipples, teasing me with the lightest of touches. I go to grab his head, needing to pull his mouth over me but he pins my arms to my sides as he continues to lick lower. His tongue swirls over my belly before his mouth rests over my sex. I try to buck against him, on the edge of losing my mind but he lets go of my arms and holds my hips steady, teasing and lapping against my swollen flesh until I can barely take no more. Then just as I am about to come, he pulls his mouth away and breathes warm air against me. The sensation has me squirming beneath him.
“Hudson, please,” I whimper, a single, solitary tear leaking from my eye.
He pushes upwards, grabs the condom from by his side and rips the foil open, sheathing himself. I can feel the tip of his cock teasing my opening and I press my eyes shut unable to contain myself as he lowers his body over mine.
“Open your eyes, Louisa. I want to look at you when you come,” Hudson says, as he pushes into me with slow, smooth, control. His lips graze mine as he slides in and out of me. He doesn’t rush, he takes his time moving with deep, even strokes, drawing me closer to the edge then bringing me back until I can barely stand it. Not once does he remove his eyes from mine, the sea-green colour of them like the calm before a storm. I can’t help myself, I sob, as a rising rush of warmth, starting in my core, blooms outwards overwhelming me with the intoxicating power of it as the most exquisite orgasm rips through us both.
Once we have both come down to Earth from our sexual high, Hudson picks me up in his arms and walks me back to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed. My body is liquified in the afterglow of the brothers’ devotion and I feel utterly relaxed.
Hudson cups my face in his hands then brushes a soft kiss against my forehead. “Sleep, Louisa, and when
you awake, we’ll be waiting for you. All of us.”
I look up at Bryce and Max who have entered the room and something close to bliss settles over me as they both kiss me gently too. I have no idea what the future holds but right now, within the walls of Petite Cabane, I’m happy to suspend reality and lose myself to the avalanche of their desire.
EPILOGUE
For two days straight, I lost myself to the Freed brothers. To their hands, to their mouths to their lust for me. I couldn’t tell you if it was love. At times it felt like it. Felt close to something beautiful, something everlasting. Max kept me laughing, Bryce held me when I cried for the mother I never had, and Hudson listened when I talked about the loneliness of a life spent in a house filled with hateful men and a broken woman. It was magical; it was blissful, and then, it was over.
Once the snowstorm had cleared, and the roads were made passable, we had made our way back down to the resort. Whether it was because, somehow, we knew another storm was brewing, or whether it was because those blissful days were just a fantasy we couldn’t hold onto, something changed when we pulled up outside the chalet. Reality crept back in and settled amongst the cracks we had only just begun to heal.
All it had taken was one phone call. A phone call that had led to me packing my bags and leaving the Freed brothers in the middle of the night, too afraid to say goodbye.
Now, as I sit here by my mother’s lifeless body crying over a woman who broke my heart, my thoughts return to the three men who, for a brief moment in time, made me feel like I was loved and I find myself wondering whether the brothers Freed are thinking of me at all.
To be continued…
Bea Paige
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