As he kisses me, my mind completely clears and quiets, something he’s always been able to do to me ever since we were roommates in college and he claimed me for life.
In all these years, I’ve never wanted to be anywhere else but with him, and with Susa. It’s truly difficult for me to remember a time before they were in my life.
Not that Iwantto remember that period of my life, anyway. Unlike my mother, Susa and Carter have never, not once, made me feel like their love was conditional, subject to a whim. They’ve always shown me, in every way, how much they love me.
More than I can say about my mother.
They might be legally married to each other, but that’s just a piece of paper. All three of us wear rings, and all three of us have matching tattoos.
They’re mine—I’m theirs. Not a single day goes by that they don’t make me feel like I’m their spouse, their partner.
Isn’t that the important thing? My own parents divorced when I was ten after years of unhappiness.
I think we’ve figured out the secret for relationship success.
When Carter finally ends our kiss he smiles up at me, the handsome smile of the bastard extraordinaire, of the sadist.
Of the man who knows my body better than I do, it feels like.
“Go make sure all the curtains are pulled,” he orders. “Bedroom upstairs, and State Reception Room, where the Shell Tree is.”
I try and fail to stifle my grin. That’s Susa’s favorite Christmas tree in the mansion. “Yes, Sir.”
I hurry to do it. There is something naughty about knowing tomorrow we’ll be taking a bunch of pictures in front of the tree, and tonight we’ll no doubt be fucking like bunnies under it.
Just like I smile any time I see a picture of me sitting behind my desk in my office, because I’ve quit counting the number of times I’ve been fucked over the top of it by Carter.
Or how many times both of us have fucked Susa there, alone and together.
Let’s just say it’s a good thing no one’s doing DNA testing of my office, Susa’s office, or the Governor’s Mansion.
Or shining a blacklight around.
It’d probably look like a crime scene, if they did.
Chapter Two
Susa
Once Owen hurries off to carry out Carter’s order, Carter grabs me by the hair and pulls me in for a long kiss that short-circuits my brain and almost makes me forget aboutmyplan for tonight. We’re not supposed to exchange Christmas gifts this year because we wanted it to be all about the kids, but I couldn’t help myself.
Somehow, I don’t think my men will mind. I couldn’t tell Owen in advance, because Carter would have found out. He can read Owen like a dang billboard, and Owen isn’t capable of lying to him, not even to hide a good surprise.
Then Carter kisses a trail along my jaw and down the side of my throat, teeth scraping and sending jolts of need right to my clit.
“Merry Christmas, pet,” he rumbles against my flesh.
Ooooh, he’s in amoodtonight.Yay!“Merry Christmas, Master.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He delivers a playful swat to my ass with his free hand, then grabs my ass and squeezes, using the handhold to grind against me.
The three of us haven’t had much time to play lately. He and Owen have a morning routine where they work out and then shower together at the mansion, and there’s usually a little play or shower sex between them then. It’s a cherished routine they’ve had ever since college, one which helps keep Owen centered and focused. I don’t begrudge it in the slightest, because it’s for Owen.
Everything we do, outside of being parents now, centers Owen in our lives.
Lately, I’ve had so much going on, between the transition and a grueling holiday schedule that’s had me too busy to think about anythingbutwork, to make time for sex.
Until tonight, that is.
