Melt For Us(Holiday Masked Men #2)(11)

My heart instantly hammers as a few drops of lube trickle onto my leg, and I realize it’s not being used on me.

Micah leans forward, pressing the front of his body against my back. “Fucking hell,” he groans, becoming still inside me. “Oh, fuck, Jensen.”

“You like that?”

“Fuck yes.”

Jensen forcefully rocks the bed. “Yeah?”

“You know I do,” he grunts.

Jensen slams into his ass, over and over, taking him without mercy. Rumbling groans and the sound of skin smacking fills the room. Micah pushes back against Jensen’s throbbing cock, meeting him with each stroke, and I reach between my legs to cup his balls.

“Yeah, baby,” he whispers beside my ear, pushing me flat onto my stomach.

Damien enters the room and leans against the doorway, watching eagerly.

Micah kisses down my neck, shoulder, and back, while sinking into me repeatedly. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tightly grip the sheets, stifling my moans by biting the pillow.

Oh, God.

My breathing quickens while his lips brush my neck, his hand tugging hard on my hair. Micah takes my wrist, guiding my hand between my thighs.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he mutters through sharp breaths. “Come for me. Again.”

“Fuck,” Jensen bites out, pumping into his ass harder. Faster. “You feel so fucking good.”

Micah’s body tenses, collapsing onto me as I climax again.

Groaning heavily, they find their release at the same time, coming hard. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“Merry.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Christmas.”





The delicious aroma of sizzling bacon, corned beef hash, and maple syrup fills the air. Gazing out through the large window of the kitchen, I’m left with an overwhelming feeling of Christmas joy. Last night was a game changer for me. It’s as if a huge weight has been lifted, and I can finally breathe again. The sky is bright, and a white blanket of snow covers the ground, flurries now coming down light.

I can’t even remember the last time I’ve felt this happy. This content.

This adored.

“How’d you sleep, princess?” Damien asks, pouring me another cup of coffee.

Meeting his eyes, I grin. “That bed is way too comfortable,” I reply, taking another piece of crispy bacon. “It’s dangerous how comfortable it is.”

“I’m fucking stuffed,” Jensen mumbles, scooting his chair away from the table.

“We must’ve lost power overnight,” Micah brings up, dropping his plate in the sink. “Woke up around six and it was so cold I could almost see my breath.”

“Well, the heats back on,” Damien says, sipping his coffee. “We should have more wood out in the sunroom.”

Jensen dismisses himself, leaving his empty plate on the table.

“What am I, your fucking maid?” Micah complains, cleaning the dishes.

“I’m going to start the fire,” he retorts, shooting him a quick glare. “I’ll grab it after. Relax.”

Laughing under my breath, I attempt to cool off my coffee by blowing on it.

“You think it’s funny?” Micah asks.

And I nod, holding back more laughter.

“I’ll remember this,” he playfully says, shaking his head. “What are our plans for today?”

Damien shrugs. “Must’ve gotten at least two feet of snow. They haven’t even started plowing the roads. We’re stuck here for a while.”

“That’s fine with me,” I happily say, staring out the window once more. “It’s so beautiful.”

“There’s not much to do around here. Way too many tourists,” Micah explains, until I interrupt him.

“This is the best location ever. In the White Mountains, right off the Kancamagus Highway.”

Jensen returns, holding several logs of wood against his chest.

Damien smirks, staring at me with intense eyes. “Would you like to live here someday?”

“Yes!” I exclaim. “There’s just something about this cabin. It feels like home.”

“Well, then,” Jensen laughs as he walks by, with no humor intended. “We’re going to need a bigger bed.”





“It’s time, little Quinn,” Damien says.

“Time for what?”

“Time to unwrap your presents,” Micah replies, unfastening the button of his jeans.

“Do you want to know what I really want?” I ask them.

Jensen reaches behind his shoulder and pulls his shirt over his head, watching me intently.

“What do you want, little Quinn?” Damien asks from across the room.

“I want full control over all three of you,” I announce. “You do exactly as I say.”

Damien, Jensen, and Micah stand before me, observing my every move. Taking in my request. Silent as can be.

Until Micah steps forward, dropping to his knees.

“Do what you want with me,” he breathes. “For you, I’ll do anything.”

Jensen joins in, kneeling beside him, vulnerably gazing up at me. “Anything,” he agrees.

My eyes set on Damien. And without any hesitation, he kneels, before crawling over to me.