by Lucy Smoke
Music starting playing, a Christmas jingle, and I glanced up to find Tatum in the middle of the room, staring only at me. With the beat of the song, his shoulders swayed back and forth, his hands roaming to the buttons of his shirt and popped one open at a time in slow motion.
My mouth dropped open. I buzzed all over to watch him striptease.
“He takes dance lessons,” Jax whispered in my ear as he guided my legs on either side of his, spreading them open. Tatum’s eyes swelled, falling to the apex between my legs, fully revealed.
Butterflies swarmed through my gut. I was unable to wait for these men to claim me.
Tatum smoothly peeled his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, his hips giving a slight swing. I made it my mission to take dance lessons with Tatum. He glided a hand down the center of his chest and over his ripped abs. I would never have expected someone as serious as him to be into dancing and I loved his boldness, the way he rocked his hips, doing a tap-like dance, then he spun on the spot. His seductive gaze had me hypnotized.
Jax’s fingers trailed across my stomach. I giggled from his feather light touch as his hand descended over my short mound of hair. With two fingers, he spread my lips open further, and just having Tatum staring at me, had me shivering with delight. I groaned as Jax fingered me. Leven leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth, both turning me on so fucking fast, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.
Tatum hadn’t moved at first, but then he rubbed the bulge inside his pants, his chest rising and falling fast. His wolf-like stare covered me in goosebumps.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” Jax said, never relenting in his strokes. I moaned, loving his hand in my hair. He drove me crazy by stopping his caressing, then starting and doing it over again. I felt electricity on my skin, my brain shutting down, and my primal desires rising.
“Please, Jax,” I begged, ready to explode, my back arching in anticipation.
He simply laughed.
Tatum didn’t take long to pop open the buttons on his black pants, while kicking off his boots. He turned sideways, and in slow motion glided his trousers and boxers down his strong, muscular legs before stepping out of them.
He stood tall, proud, and so damn hard. His thickness had me gasping, and I needed him like I needed all my men. As if sensing my thoughts, he strode forward and took my hand, pulling me out of Jax’s lap and into his arms.
“You can strip for me anytime.” I purred the words.
“Next time, it’s your turn.” His voice was so gravelly and deep that a shudder of pleasure rocked through me. His hands fell to my hips and he lifted me, my feet rising off the floor. I snaked my legs around his waist.
“You ready, gorgeous?” he asked.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I said. “But do you have protection?” Something I realized now I should have asked back in the sleigh.
He smirked and with his free hand adjusted himself until the tip of his cock pressed into my entrance. “No need. Arietes can’t get humans pregnant.”
That thought nestled in my mind, refusing to think about kids and my future with these men. We barely knew each other.
He kissed my nose and pushed into me, and I forgot everything.
I gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging into his flesh as I held on. He lowered my hips, and I took all of him. I was so fucking wet and had never been this turned on by anyone, or even myself for that matter. If this was the start of what was to come, I was ready to explore my sexuality every single day with my men.
He fit deeply inside me, kissing me softly, coaxing a soft guttural sound from my chest.
Another warm body pressed up against my back, fingers prying open my butt cheeks and tantalizing my ass. I moaned loudly, needing this so incredibly much. I broke my kiss and twisted my head to find Jax behind me, smirking.
“Sexy sandwich?” he asked with a raised brow.
I laughed, and he guided his cock to my ass, rubbing it as my juices spread. I was soaked down there. This wasn’t the first rear-door experience I’d had, and I loved the sensation, but I’d never had two men at once.
“You okay with this, sweetheart?” Jax asked.
“Stop talking,” I answered. “Make me explode.”
He grinned and glided into me, slowly at first, his hardness rubbing me as he drove into me, filling me. Tatum’s mouth was on my neck, his tongue tracing a line across my collarbone. I shivered in their arms and glanced over at Leven, who sat on the couch, his hands on his dick, watching us, his mouth slightly parted as if out of breath.
With both men deep inside me, my breaths raced. Tatum held my waist while Jax gripped my ass. And they both moved in unison, in and out, their friction stroking me to high heaven. They sped up, faster and harder, thrusting into me. I cried out with pleasure, my whole body shuddering between them.
Sweat rolled down my back, and my world vanished. Just the growing electricity between my legs mattered, the guys’ guttural grunts, and me feeling as if I was suspended in midair. I adored how much they stretched me open, the exhilarating ache that squeezed at my core. Tatum’s eyes were glued to my bouncing breasts. The heat grew within me, claiming me.
And in a heartbeat, everything unleashed. A sudden and harsh orgasm ripped through me. I screamed and convulsed, my pussy and ass squeezing their cocks. The wave of arousal thrummed and shook me.
Inspired by my explosion, the men followed suit, and both growled, squeezing me tightly between them as they pulsed inside me. Their bodies were on fire, sandwiching me, our breaths and sweat merging.
If they were going to fuck me like this all the time, I might’ve just die and gone to heaven. That sounded so dorky, but I didn’t care. Shit! I had three of the hunkiest men in the world who wanted to worship the ground I walked on. This was something I intended to cherish, and I was keeping all three for myself. I had no idea if that was frowned upon up here at the Workshop, but the guys were okay sharing, so I assumed it wouldn’t be an issue.
Jax drew out first, then Tatum after he they lowered me on shaky legs. “You’re so beautiful,” Tatum said. “And you’re ours.”
“I’m not finished yet,” Jax added and he lifted my hand before kissing my knuckles. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so secure, like I didn’t have to worry constantly.
This was a new start for me on so many fronts, and I had every intention of making our new life successful. To ensure Britta was happy, but still get her schooling. To find out how to be a Santa and still help Manuel manage the distillery. But I also wanted to remember my past, so I planned on bringing Dylan up here to visit me, and tell him the truth. I just hoped he didn’t freak.
Tatum and Jax embraced me, and I turned to Leven on the couch, his hardness waiting for me like a lollypop, and I smiled his way, then walked toward him, swinging my hips.
His grin was contagious.
Without a word, I kneeled between his legs while the other two men sat on either side of Leven. I somehow got the impression that they were insatiable and could easily have had a sex marathon for a week straight. Heck, I was open to try anything with them.
Leven cradled my chin and tilted my head back to face him. “Anything you want is yours.” He stared down at his enormous length and back at me, waggling his eyebrows.
I laughed. “Well, if I make it through Christmas, we’ll have a whole year to explore everything I want.” I blew him a kiss.
Jax chuckled and blurted out, “You think you’ll have nothing to do after Christmas?”
“What are you talking about?” I glanced over to him.
“Your job as Santa extends far beyond just this festive season, gorgeous,” Leven added. “Valentine’s Day and Easter are just around the corner and are your responsibility.”
My head spun. “What the hell does that mean?” I couldn’t begin to comprehend what they were talking about. That overwhelming feeling pressed down on my shoulders at taking on more than Christmas. I didn’t even know what th
at required.
Tatum cleared his throat and pushed a strand of hair off my face. “Don’t worry about that now. Tonight is our time to celebrate your new life.”
So many questions buzzed through my mind like persistent mosquitos on a balmy night. I couldn’t work out what Santa Claus had to do with the other holidays, but I also didn’t want to let uncertainty come between these men and me having the best time. I’d done that for too long, and I needed a fresh start.
“This is your home now,” Leven said.
And he was right. I’d met three men who reminded me that not everyone in the world wanted to hurt Britta and me. Wonderful people existed in the world, and I’d met a few in my life.
“Thank you,” was all I said. “And be prepared to spend a lot of time with me, when I can fit you in.” I smirked and laughed.
Jax nodded his head, grinning widely, fist-pumping the air.
I turned to Leven and stared down at the hardness waiting for me. So I offered him a sexy grin and lowered my mouth over his shaft.
He groaned, reclining against the couch, his hand in my hair. I inched my lips over him, taking him as deeply as my mouth allowed. I flicked him all over with my tongue, my mouth flooding with the sweetest taste of cherry candy canes.
I sucked him hard as I pulled off his length. “Holy fuck, Leven. Your lips and your cock tastes like candy!” My gaze settled on the other two, sitting there with their cocks erect and ready. Yep, I was the luckiest woman in the world!
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Study Break
Lucy Smoke
My name is Jamie Houston and if there’s one thing I can’t catch, it’s a fucking break.
Of all the people in the world to get snowed in at the library the night before a big exam, it had to be me. I must have pissed off karma or something because there is no way being trapped. Alone. In the Dark. With not one, not two, but FOUR sexy athletes can be a good thing. Especially not when they make the most outrageous bet. Who can please me the best? Puh-leaze.
I’m not an easy girl. I’ve got plans for myself. Graduate and become the best journalist I can be. I don’t have time for one boyfriend, much less a whole harem of them. No, thank you. But one night? I can probably swing that. So long as no one gets attached.
I’ve got 99 problems, but heart break isn’t going to be one … or is it?
Study Break © Lucy Smoke LLC 2020
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The characters and events depicted in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
1
I blinked my sore, bleary eyes at my computer screen and glanced from the online flashcards for my American Lit final to the paper ones in my hand. My gaze strayed to the window where, outside, snow flurries fell in a whirlwind of little white puffs. With a groan, I slumped over and rested my forehead on my desk.
One more exam, I reminded myself. Just one more night before I could make the drive back to Riverdale and cuddle up with my parents’ sweet, golden, Labrador retriever, aptly named ‘Goldie’. I just needed to pass this last final and I could go home.
I huffed out a breath and refocused my attention on the screen of my laptop. No sooner had I done so, however, than the door to my dorm room swung open and my roommate, Stacey, laughed as she dragged a guy I had never seen before into the well-lit—and once quiet—room. I shot her a dark look, but she didn’t even glance my way—no, of course, she wouldn’t. She was Victoria’s best friend after all. The smell of alcohol on them hit me with the force of a freight train, and they both had that dazed, drunken look in their eyes. It was the look I had seen on many of my fellow classmates before—especially the sorority girls I had once been friends with at the beginning of the semester.
That friendship, however, had only lasted as long as I could afford a bid. Girls like me, however, couldn’t do that. I was at Winthrope on scholarship. Bids were several hundreds of dollars a semester—and I couldn’t afford the promise of connections after I graduated. When I hadn’t realized that sororities were something girls had to pay for to be a part of, I’d been so excited about them. Now that I’d lost all of my friends and been outcasted because I was too ‘stuck up’—aka I wasn’t rich enough to afford tutors and pre-written papers for my finals and therefore spent all of my extra time studying—I wasn’t anything more than a blip on their radar. An ugly blip—or so my ex-friend and sorority queen, Victoria, liked to remind me. They had dropped me faster than a carb and sugar infested Christmas cookie.
I sighed heavily when Stacey ignored me and pulled the guy over to her bed across the room, shoved him down on the floral covers, and straddled his lap. I grabbed my earbuds and shoved them in as quickly as possible, cranking up the study tunes playlist I had at the ready. My concentration zeroed back in on my notes.
When Stacey's moans rose over the volume in my headphones, I sucked in a breath and decided that enough was enough. It didn't matter if the university was under a severe snowstorm warning or not, I would rather take my chances with the blizzard outside than the sex noises across the room. Maybe if worse came to worse, I could camp out in one of the conference study rooms on the second floor of the library.
I closed my laptop and chanced a subtle glare over at my absorbed roommate who had managed to finagle herself out of her shirt. Rolling my eyes, I stuffed my laptop and textbook into my messenger bag and grabbed my keys off the nightstand.
The hallway was a veritable ghost town. While most students had been lucky enough to finish their exams early, I was stuck taking an exam on the very last day, at the very last time spot. I would have much preferred to get this torture over and done with. What university scheduled exams the week before Christmas?
My foot tapped against the thin carpet of the hallway as I
waited for the elevator doors to open. Just as they did, a guy walked up behind me and squeezed past. Recognizing the tall, auburn-haired jock with sharp, honey-brown eyes, and a body made for a God, I sighed. Cody smiled at me as his hand hovered over the elevator buttons.
"It’s a little late for you, isn’t it, Jamie?" he asked. “Where are you heading?”
"None of your business," I snapped.
I didn't really have a problem with Cody Lawson, defensive linebacker for Winthrope University’s champion football team. But I knew that if his girlfriend, Victoria Packer, found out I had even looked at him she could make my life more of a living hell than it already was with Stacey as my roommate. Even the snowstorm outside wouldn’t be enough ice to cool Victoria’s vengeance.
"Feisty tonight, aren't we?" He chuckled as he hit the button for the first floor and leaned back.
I turned my face away. "You would know," I said before muttering below my breath, "I bet Victoria can be feisty too."
He grimaced, and scratched his clean-shaven jaw, drawing my attention to the beautiful lines of his face and throat. "We—uh—broke up a couple of weeks ago,” he admitted. “She got to be too much for me.”
Guilt slammed into me. Shit, I was such a fucking bitch. "I'm ... sorry to hear that," I replied with a wince.
It wasn’t like he was wrong. Victoria was a possessive freak. For some reason, it seemed as if her mind had never left that high school mentality and yet she had enough charisma that people at Winthrope adored her. I remembered, once, asking Cody if he had notes for our physics class because I had missed them while I was out with the flu and after he’d given them to me Victoria had “accidentally” spilled her hot coffee all over them. Back then I’d still been under the impression that she was just clumsy. It’d only been when I’d overheard her tell her friends how I was such a bitch, trying to hit on her boyfriend, that I realized the truth. I sighed internally. This was college, not fucking high school, but that didn’t stop her childish bullshit.
