Holiday Guests

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Josh wants her too, of course. Josh and I were college roommates, and the three of us hit it off, even if he’s very different from us and half the time Mark wants to strangle him. Josh is into sports and hiking. Mark is all about music, good food, and fine wine. And me? I’m more of a books, video games, and computers kind of guy. But somehow we all get along anyway.

Josh begins building a fire because he’s one of those people who can’t sit still for five minutes, while Mark and I exchange a look. We’re both worried, but we’ll do whatever it takes to make this work. If it takes months, so be it. We’ll wait for her. Leah is worth it.

But it won’t take months. Leah wants us as badly as we want her. We just have to figure out how to unleash her hidden desires.

I look up at the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling and get an idea.

6

Leah

I spend a few minutes in the kitchen drinking my wine and wrapping my head around the idea that all three guys want me and this is not a dream. Is it truly possible to have a relationship with multiple men? Sure, I read books like that, and I write them secretly too, but in real life would it actually work?

Then I realize I’m spending the night alone in my kitchen freaking out instead of with the three men who have offered me everything I could ever want. What is wrong with me? I down my wine, fix my lipstick, and head back out.

When I return to the living room, Josh has gotten the fireplace going, making the place nice and warm. “You’re out of firewood,” he says. “I’ll chop some more for you tomorrow.”

“That would be really nice, thank you.” I glance between the three guys, wondering how to un-kill the moment, now that I ruined the mood by running out.

“Come sit with us.” Finn pats the spot on the couch with him and Mark. Two identical twin brothers who look like underwear models are beckoning me to squeeze between them. A girl would be crazy to pass that up.

I slide between them and they move closer to me, one on either side, clothes brushing against clothes. They’re both warm and I’m enjoying the feeling of being pressed between them.

“Sorry I freaked out earlier. I just wasn’t expecting…this.” I gesture to the three of them.

“We won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do,” Finn says, as he begins idly playing with my black hair, wrapping it around his finger.

“I know you won’t. I trust each of you.” I take a deep breath and gather my courage. “And I want to do this. With all of you.”

“Good,” Mark says, with a devastatingly sexy grin.

Josh pulls up the ottoman and sits in front of me, trapping me between the three men. Each one looks at me like they want to devour me, and it sends a rush of heat between my thighs.

“Just relax. We’re going to take care of you,” Josh says. “We’re going to make you feel so good.”

I nod, my heart pounding. “I’m ready.”

“We’re going to start slow. With just a kiss.” Finn raises the mistletoe over his head. “It’s tradition after all.”

I laugh. “Well, can’t argue with that.”

Still holding the mistletoe over us, Finn slides his hand to the back of my neck, drawing me toward him. His lips brush against mine like he’s giving me a glimpse of what’s to come. I touch his strong, defined jaw as I silently ask for more. He take the hint and coaxes my mouth open and slips his tongue inside slowly. It feels so good and it’s been so long since anyone has kissed me that I let out a soft moan into his mouth.

Finn takes the kiss deeper and I lose myself in him completely. It’s only when Mark says, “My turn,” that I realize the other guys are still there, watching me and Finn make out in front of them.

I pull away from Finn, embarrassment making my face hot, but the other guys don’t seem to mind. Mark takes my chin in his hand possessively and turns my head toward him, then captures my lips in a rough kiss. I’m pressed between him and his brother as he kisses me hard, claiming my mouth as his own, putting so much intensity and passion into it that it makes my panties completely soaked.

But there’s still one more guy who needs a kiss. Josh pulls me toward him and I eagerly find his mouth. He sucks on my lower lip, then slides his tongue along it, like he’s savoring the taste of me. I weave my fingers into his soft, silky hair and kiss him deeper, wanting more and more.

Hands stroke me all over. Sliding along my back. Circling my waist. Running up and down my arms. I don’t know whose hands belong to whom, but I don’t care either. Another mouth finds mine, turning my attention from Josh back to Finn, while Mark’s lips move down my neck.

I push back from Finn and the guys so that I can see their faces. Red hot lust dances in each guy’s eyes and their mouths look hungry...for me.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I ask, glancing between them. “I don’t want to ruin your friendship or anything.”

“We want this,” Josh says. “We want you.”

“No jealousy, we promise,” Finn says,

“We’re good at sharing,” Mark adds, with a wicked grin.

“The question is, are you okay with this?” Josh asks me.

“Yes.” I swallow, but give them all a smile. “It’s just hard to believe this is really happening. Like something out of one of my fantasies.”

Mark arches an eyebrow. “Does that mean you’ve thought about us before?”

“Maybe,” I say, biting my lip.