Because Naughty Holidays Can Be Oh So Nice 2015 (21 page)

Chapter Nine

12:00 a.m.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR,” Luke whispered, his arms around Cole as they held Sierra close to them. They shared a kiss, separately, then together, sealing the deal for the year.

They’d rejoined the party only thirty minutes ago, never leaving one another as they’d anticipated the countdown to midnight, and here they were, together.

“I love you,” Luke whispered against Cole’s ear. “More than I can ever express.”

It was true, Luke wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to express to either of them just how much they meant to him, but he certainly was putting forth the effort. Each and every day.

Were there some games involved? Like him pretending to go off the deep end just to get their attention? Sure. But most importantly, it was never devious, because when it came to these two, every minute he got to spend with one or both of them was what he lived for.

Cole pulled back and met Luke’s gaze. Luke could see in Cole’s eyes that he knew Luke loved him unconditionally. It’d taken time to get to this point, but once they’d arrived, he knew there was no going back. Ever.

“I love you, too,” Cole replied, then they both looked down at Sierra, who was smiling up at them.

“I love you, too, baby,” Luke told her at the same time Cole did.

Sierra’s grin widened as she stared up at both of them. She was leaning against Cole, her hand clutching Luke’s jacket. “Happy New Year,” she said. “To another amazing year.”

“And many more,” Luke told them.

The traditional New Year’s song began to play, and everyone was hugging one another and laughing, which, for Luke, was the best part of this party. Their family and friends were here—a lot of them, anyway—celebrating the beginning of another fabulous year. And though some people were rooted in tradition and would be making resolutions, Luke only planned on one thing.

Spending 2016 with the people he loved, the people who meant the most to him.

His family.

Chapter Ten

New Year’s Day

9:33 p.m.

COLE FELT AS though he were walking around in a fog. He was past the point of exhaustion. Between the party at Devotion last night—which had lasted until after four this morning—and then spending the day with the kids and having dinner with Logan, Samantha, and Elijah, he was wiped out, ready to hit the pillow and not wake for at least eight hours.

“There you are,” Sierra greeted him when he walked into the bedroom.

“Here I am,” he conceded, watching her through bleary eyes.

“Get on the bed,” she said sweetly. “I’ll give you a back rub.”

Oh, hell. A back rub sounded like pure heaven at this point.

He didn’t even bother to strip off his sweat pants, but he managed to yank off his shirt before he flopped onto the bed, facedown.

Sierra crawled over him, straddling his ass, her soft, cool fingers sliding over his back, drawing a contented groan from him. He loved when she massaged him. He heard the shower turn off as he lay there, moaning in earnest when Sierra began kneading the muscles in his shoulders.

“It’s been a long day,” Sierra said softly.

“Definitely.” Cole didn’t bother turning his face, his nose still buried in the mattress. He was too damn tired to move.

“You should relax a little.”

“Trying.”

After Logan, Sam, and Elijah had them left, Cole had cleaned the kitchen and managed to take a quick shower while Luke put Hannah to bed and Sierra tended to Liam. Now both kids were sound asleep, the house was quiet, and Cole was ready to curl up next to Sierra and Luke and sleep until morning. Except he didn’t want Sierra to stop what she was doing, because her magical fingers were stirring his fatigued body to life despite the fact he could hardly keep his eyes open.

“He asleep?” Luke’s deep voice reverberated through the room.

“Not yet,” Cole mumbled, turning his head and getting an eyeful of Luke’s naked body. “You walk around like that and I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.”

Luke grinned and Sierra chuckled, her elbow now digging gently into his knotted shoulder muscle.

“I can think of something that might help him sleep,” Sierra told Luke from her perch on Cole’s back.

“I can, too,” Luke agreed, his eyes meeting Cole’s. “Turn over; let her massage your front.”

Oh, hell. Cole knew exactly where this was going.

“Unless you’re too tired,” Sierra whispered in his ear.

He was never too tired for what they were proposing.

Never.

9:47 p.m.

LUKE WATCHED COLE as he rolled over onto his back, the muscles in his upper body flexing beautifully as he did. Just watching him move made Luke’s dick hard.

That and seeing Sierra sitting there, wearing Cole’s T-shirt and a smile.

“We should get him out of his clothes,” Sierra said. “I can massage him better that way.”

Cole moaned, making Luke laugh.

Without hesitating, Luke stripped Cole’s sweat pants from his body, tossing them onto the floor. He turned to Sierra. “Your turn.”

“Me?” Her eyes widened in mock surprise.

“Definitely need you naked,” Cole told her, pushing her T-shirt up.

Sierra sighed heavily, another smile breaking free. “Fine.”

Her shirt quickly joined Cole’s sweat pants on the floor.

“Keep massaging him,” Luke commanded.

Sierra straddled Cole’s waist while Luke grabbed the tube of lubricant from the nightstand drawer, then moved to the end of the bed. He placed one knee on the mattress, then leaned down and kissed Sierra’s neck. She tilted her head, giving him better access. He trailed his lips down her back, moving her hair out of the way as he did. When he reached the dimples just above her ass, he bent down, gripped Cole’s cock, and gently licked over the swollen head.

Cole groaned, his hips bucking upward, nearly sending Sierra tumbling off him.

“Be still,” Sierra instructed Cole with a laugh.

“Not easy when he’s sucking me,” Cole retorted, his hands fisting in the blankets.

Luke devoted his full attention to Cole, licking, sucking, laving his balls while Sierra continued to rub his chest and arms.

“Feel good?” Sierra asked.

Luke couldn’t see Cole’s face, but he could imagine him lying there, eyes closed, mouth partially open. The mental image made his dick thicken.

“So fucking good.” Cole thrust up against Luke’s hand. “Come here,” Cole groaned, and Luke looked up to see Sierra shifting, moving forward until she was straddling Cole’s head.

“Oh, God,” she hissed, her hands gripping the headboard.

Luke stroked the velvety hard length of Cole’s dick while he watched Sierra ride Cole’s mouth. She didn’t seem to be in a hurry, but neither was Luke. Although he couldn’t imagine going to sleep until the three of them had come, he was still tired. It’d been a long couple of days, but this was one of those moments that he couldn’t pass up, no matter what.

He managed to work his way up onto the bed, inserting himself between Cole’s thick thighs as he sucked Cole’s dick. He forced Cole’s legs back, then proceeded to suck Cole’s balls into his mouth one at a time, then both, giving them all the attention he could.

His dick throbbed with anticipation, desperate to feel the tight clasp of Cole’s body, but he managed to keep himself in check. Tonight was about Cole.

Sierra cried out, her body drawing tight. “Cole! Oh, God. Right there … right there … don’t stop. Oh, fuck … please don’t stop.”

Luke kept his eyes on Sierra as she continued to sit astride Cole’s head, her hips thrusting as she rode Cole’s mouth, letting him fuck her with his tongue. It was a beautiful sight, one Luke would never tire of seeing. One of his favorite pastimes was watching the two of them together. They were so damn sexy, so fucking beautiful, sometimes it hurt to look at them, and when they were together, Luke couldn’t get enough.

“Cole!” Sierra screamed as she pressed down against Cole’s mouth, her body shuddering as she came.

When she rolled off Cole, curling up next to him, Luke released Cole’s dick from his mouth and smiled.

“You ready for me?” he asked Cole as he knelt between his legs, reaching for the lube.

“Always.”

And wasn’t that the most beautiful word in the English language?

Luke squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, then gently slid them over Cole’s taint, going lower, dipping one finger inside his asshole, then two. He never took his eyes off Cole’s face, watching him as he began gently thrusting two fingers deep inside.

“Have I told you how much I love watching this?” Sierra whispered.

Luke grinned over at her. “A few times.”

“It’s so damn hot.”

That was exactly how Luke felt about watching the two of them together. He didn’t know what it was, wasn’t sure why he enjoyed it, but he didn’t question it. He had the best of both worlds, he wasn’t going to deny it.

Sierra reached for Cole’s cock, stroking him at the same slow pace that Luke was fucking Cole’s ass with his fingers, dipping a third inside, then back to using one.

“Luke,” Cole groaned, his eyes closing briefly when Luke purposely brushed Cole’s prostate. “Don’t tease.”

Because Cole instructed him not to, Luke teased Cole for a while. One finger, two, three. Back to one. He repeated the process, continuing to go slow while Sierra leisurely jacked Cole’s rock-hard cock.

“You want me to fuck you?” Luke asked Cole.

“Yes.” The single word came out on a breathless moan.

“And you want to watch me fuck him?” Luke asked Sierra.

“Desperately.”

Luke grinned. “In case I’m too tired after this … I love you both.”

“Love you, too,” came the chorus.

Forcing Cole’s legs closer to his body, which caused Sierra to switch positions so she could continue to stroke Cole, Luke added more lube, coated his cock, then lined up so he could ease inside Cole. Pinning him with his gaze, he sank into Cole, drawing in a deep breath as he did, the warmth of Cole’s body stealing his breath.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he mumbled, dropping his gaze to where their bodies were joined.

“Need you … to fuck me…” Cole ground out, his head tilted back. “Now!”

Luke didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed into Cole, retreated, pushed in again. Keeping his movements slow and easy, he worked his way inside, and once he was settled all the way, he pulled out and then slammed home.

A sexy rumble came from Cole’s chest.

Luke continued, impaling Cole, bending him in half while Sierra snaked her hand between their bodies, continuing to jack Cole off while Luke fucked him for all he was worth.

Cole met his eyes, determination and love reflecting back at him. It was so damn beautiful.

Luke changed the angle, pounding downward into Cole’s ass while he held himself above him. “Gonna make you come,” Luke bit out, fucking Cole hard and fast.

Cole didn’t respond, the muscles in his neck tightening as he forced himself into the mattress, angling his hips so Luke could hit that sweet spot.

“Fuck… Fuck…” Cole closed his eyes and Luke continued to watch him. “Gonna… Oh, fuck, Luke… Gonna come.”

“Come for me, baby,” Luke commanded, grinding his teeth together in an effort to hold back.

Cole grabbed a pillow and covered his face, a dull roar sounding from beneath it. He came hard, which triggered Luke’s release. He slammed into him again and again, shallow, deep, letting go as he filled Cole’s ass.

“Yep, that was definitely hot,” Sierra said from beside him.

Cole tossed the pillow away and they both looked at Sierra. Luke couldn’t help it, he laughed at the same time Cole did, forcing Luke to retreat from Cole’s body.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Cole teased.

“Always.”

And there was that word again.

10:42 p.m.

WHILE LUKE AND Cole disappeared into the bathroom to clean up, Sierra grabbed her discarded shirt from the floor and pulled it on. She slept naked a lot of the time, but with Liam’s sleep schedule, it didn’t necessarily make sense. Then again, when she tried to go to bed with clothes on, Luke usually insisted that she remove them.

That didn’t stop her from trying, simply to get him to remove them.

Hmm. It seemed as though she had a game she played, too. Not much different from the one Luke engaged in, pretending to be on the verge of a meltdown just to get a response from them.

The thought made her smile.

Maybe that was how they kept their marriage spontaneous.

It made her wonder what game Cole might play. Or if he merely enjoyed playing theirs.

“You ready for bed yet?” Cole asked, grinning down at her as he pulled the blankets back.

When he crawled into bed, she curled up against him, resting her head on his chest.

“You know Luke’s gonna make you take the shirt off,” he said softly.

“I know.”

Cole chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Sierra.”

“I love you, too. So much.”