Chapter Fifteen
“As much asI 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’ve been sitting and chatting about our interests and hobbies for the past couple of hours or so and it’s nearing noon. I am surprised to discover that Bryce likes to paint and has 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 are they handsome, skilled lovers and great businessmen, they are also creative and thoughtful. The combination is a complete turn-on.
“I’ll go change, I don’t want to distract you. I’m looking forward to thisdinner!”
Leaving them to prepare, I head back to my room, taking my gifts with me. Not one of them has mentioned the fact that I have no present to give in return, even though I feel really terrible about it. Honestly though, up until yesterday afternoon, I still believed they were all lotharios that I should avoid like the plague. Buying them gifts hadn’t been in the forefront of my mind. Now my opinion of them has gone full circle and I am pretty much in over my head. I know it’s possible the growing feelings I have for them may change the minute we head back to the resort and reality sets in, but for now, in the magic of Petite Cabane, they areallmine.
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 beprecise.
“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 jeans pocket and head back out to the livingroom.
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 have an apron on. It is quite asight.
“That’s it. In it goes,” Max says, sliding the turkey into the oven. “I’ll pop the vegetables and potatoes onlater.”
“Quite the chef, aren’t we?” Ismile.
“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, justhonest.
“Sure, I totally getthat.”
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 mylips.
“I’m going to take a shower. I won’t be long,” hesays.
“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 abook.
“That so?” hesays.
“Uhhuh.”
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 point to the gifts in theirlaps.
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 hishead.
“You can have any part of me, darling,” hesays.
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 foilpacket.
“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 hisface.
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 tome.
“This is no fantasy, Louisa,” he says, curling his hands around the condom 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 histouch.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Iwhisper.
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 myjeans.
“Tell us what you want. We don’t wish to overwhelm you, Louisa,” Hudson says, as Max and Bryce kneel down besideme.
“I want youall,” I whisper, holding my arms up toMax.
“Then that’s what you shall get, darling,” Bryce murmurs, the gold flecks in his eyes ablaze withfire.
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 slide 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 kissesme.
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 knickersoff.