“Motherfucking fuck!” His hips still as he empties his release into me. He rests his forehead on my shoulder, both of us panting heavily.
“You are fucking perfect, buttercup.” Wrapping me in his arms, he slides his cock out of my throbbing ass.
Letting out a contented sigh, I burrow further beneath the comforter. West and Xander lie on either side of me, with Zeke behind Xander, his arm draped protectively over the pair of us. He and West cleaned us up when we got to the penthouse before making us hot chocolate with a shot of whiskey. A deliciously perfect end to a perfect evening. “I never want to leave this bed,” I murmur sleepily.
“I can make that happen, princess,” West growls in my ear.
I hum my agreement. “Maybe just for a little while?”
“Duvet day tomorrow?” Xander suggests.
“Christmas movies and hot chocolate with marshmallows and sugar cookies?”
“Christmas is six weeks away, buttercup.”
“I know, but I’m in a Christmassy mood. Can we put our tree up early?”
Xander chuckles. “We’ll need to get one first.”
“A real one will die if we get it now, princess.”
“Then we can get a fake one too? Then get the real one a few weeks before Christmas. Please?” When I was very young, Stefano and our housekeeper, Elena, always made the holidays special for Nico and me, and I hang onto those happy memories from my childhood while trying to forget the rest of it. This time of year has always been special to me, but Christmas in New York, with all the snow and the lights—it’s beyond magical. And spending the holidays with my guys … my heart flutters.
“Whatever you want, shorty.” Xander’s enthusiasm makes me smile, even as Zeke and West grumble a reluctant agreement.
“Don’t be so grumpy. Christmas is so much fun.”
West kisses my head. “I’m sure it will be with you. An excuse to spoil you with presents.”
“You don’t have to spoil me,” I insist. “That’s not why I love it.”
“Your ass still sore?” Zeke asks with a hint of warning in his voice.
My cheeks heat at the memory of him unhinged and feral in the limo. “Yes.”
“Well, if you don’t want to get thrown over someone’s knee and spanked, you will let us spoil you rotten for Christmas. You got that?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Sir?” West growls. “Oh, I fucking like that word on your lips, princess.”
Zeke laughs. “She didn’t call you Sir.”
A dark chuckle rolls through him. “Oh, she fucking will.”
Chapter
Seventy-Eight
LILY—SIX WEEKS LATER
Christmas Eve Zeke’s fingers curl around mine and pull me from the car.
“Can I take off my blindfold yet?”
I recognize West’s scent coming up behind me. His arm slips around my waist, his hot mouth on my ear. “Soon, princess. Have a little patience.”
The biting wind whips my hair, and I shiver despite being wrapped in my coat and scarf.
“You cold, shorty?”
“A little.” I shiver again.
Xander’s arms snake around me from behind, and the heat of his body warms me.
“Keep walking,” Zeke urges. The three of us shuffle awkwardly forward, the sound of late-night traffic humming in the background and the scent of the city in my nose. Where the hell are we, and what deviousness have my guys cooked up?
“Is this my Christmas present?” I bounce on my toes. “Because I have the best surprises planned for you.” I giggle at the thought of the gifts I’ve picked out for each of them.
“Nope. Not a Christmas gift,” West replies.
We come to a stop, and I turn my head in every direction, straining to hear anything that might offer me some clue as to where we are.
“You ready, shorty?”
“Yes!” I squeal, then remember to add, “Please.”
The blindfold falls from my face, and I blink as the bright lights of the WXZ lobby come into focus. “You brought me to your building?”
West squeezes my hand in his. “Not our building, princess.”
Xander presses his lips against my ear. “Our building.”
I frown. “That’s what I said.”
“Look up,” Zeke says, and my eyes follow his to the giant polished steel WXZ sign twenty feet above our heads. Except that it no longer says WXZ.
“WXYZ?” They changed their company name? “What’s the Y for?”
Zeke brushes his lips over my knuckles while Xander rests his chin on my shoulder. I turn to West for an answer.
His eyes narrow, and I feel like I’m missing something obvious. “The Y is for you, princess.”
“Me?”
“You, baby doll.”
“I don’t understand.”
West smiles. “We changed the company name and drew up a new contract. The business is yours now too. We all have an equal share.”
I shake my head. “No. I can’t do that. I … You three worked so hard for all this. I don’t want it.”
“We know, shorty, and that’s exactly why we want you to have it. You’re one of us.”
“But … this is too much.”
Zeke turns my face to his. “Baby doll, we might not be able to legally marry you, but we found a way to tie you to us forever. This is purely selfish on our part.”
“It was either this or knock you up,” Xander says, chuckling.
“And we did consider swapping out your birth control,” Zeke adds. His nonchalant shrug makes me believe he’s serious, but before I can voice my outrage, West chimes in.
“But we figured you wanted to work on your career for a few years first.”
I let out a quick laugh. “You boys don’t do anything halfway, do you?”
Zeke smirks. “Never have. Never will.”
“So, what do you say, princess? Will you be our business partner?” West takes a folded brown envelope from his jacket pocket and holds it out.
Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I glance at the building, then back at them.
Zeke tilts his head to the side. “You need us to get down on our knees, baby doll?”
Despite the cold weather, heat blooms beneath my skin. An image of the three of them on their knees for me makes me lightheaded. “Not out here in the street. But maybe when we get home.”
West rustles the pages and Zeke produces a pen. “Not unless you sign.”
“Come on, shorty. I’m freezing my nuts off here.”
With trembling hands, I take the pen from Zeke and glance over the papers. “I promise you it’s all completely above board,” West assures me. “It makes you a quarter owner in everything. It makes you officially one of us.”
I smile at the three men who’ve brought me more joy than I ever thought possible. “Forever?”
Their voices join together like a chorus. “And ever.”
Epilogue
WEST—TWELVE MONTHS LATER
“Samson, no!” I shout as the runaway mutt charges into the den with one of my shoes clamped between his slobbering jaws.