Wrap Me, Cowboys Page 8

  “This is so beautiful,” I said, wrapping an arm around Holden’s waist and one around Waylon. “Thank you all for having me in your lives.”

  “Thank you,” Holden said huskily, leaning down to kiss the top of my head.

  I heard a titter from the kitchen that had to be Lidia. Since the five of us were here, she had to be talking to herself. Maybe she’d finally lost it. I glanced around at the guys, a funny feeling rising inside me. “What’s going on?” I asked.

  “Go on,” Sawyer said, a grin stretching from ear to ear. Suddenly, my heart started hammering. What if one of them proposed? I mean, it had been over a year, and we were blissfully happy. But I couldn’t marry just one of them. It would mess up everything. Even if we said we all belonged to each other equally, somehow the two of us would know.

  “Go,” Waylon growled, giving me a little push. I stumbled forward, sure this was going to be one of those times I tripped and ate it at the most inopportune moment. But before I could go sprawling, a strong arm wrapped around me like iron, righting me on my feet.

  “Thanks,” I croaked, my knees still wobbling.

  “Welcome,” Cody said, releasing me and stepping away quickly. He looked so tense I was sure he was going to grind his teeth away to nothing if he didn’t stop clenching his jaw so tight. I hated how uncomfortable he looked, and I was determined to get everyone to relax by the time Christmas was over.

  Holden slid his arm around my waist, giving me an adorable, giddy grin as he walked toward the kitchen with me. My head swam, and I thought I might faint. Of course it would be Holden who would ask. After Maria, Waylon would never ask a woman to marry him. And Sawyer…well, he was Sawyer. He just wasn’t the type.

  We stepped into the kitchen, and my heart nearly stopped. Standing at the head of the table was Lidia, and standing beside her was Haley.

  I screamed and flew across the room and threw my arms around my best friend forever, my BFF, my partner in crime…literally.

  “You’re here,” I said, pulling back and wiping at tears. “You said you couldn’t come.”

  “It’s more fun to surprise you,” she said. “Though after last time, I had my doubts.”

  I rolled my eyes toward Lidia, trying to silently communicate that it wouldn’t be cool to tell the guys’ mother that she’d found me buck-ass naked the last time she’d visited.

  “That never gets old,” Sawyer said with a grin.

  “Yeah, don’t blame me,” Haley said. “It was all their idea.”

  “Merry Christmas,” Holden said, shuffling his feet and smiling shyly. Haley had visited once, and though the guys all liked her, she could be a little much for my gentle giant Holden.

  I turned to Waylon with a glare. “That’s where you were tonight, wasn’t it?”

  He didn’t say anything, but the corner of his mouth twitched just the slightest bit.

  “You should have seen her,” Sawyer said, throwing an arm over my shoulders. “I thought she was going to drag us all down to the bar and blow your cover.”

  “I saw a little,” Haley said, flicking her black hair back. “Fuck you, Waylon Westling.”

  The guys all burst into howls of laughter.

  “Hey,” I said, poking a finger into Waylon’s stone slab of a chest. “You don’t have to live with this impossible man. You don’t get to judge.”

  “You really think I’d go down to the bar when there’s a blizzard blowing in?” Waylon asked, shaking his head. “I figured you knew me better than that.”

  “Well, I did think it was a little weird that you weren’t out wrangling cows,” I said. “And that it was you and not Sawyer who had gone out. But I figured you were just trying to ruin everyone’s Christmas by being the Grinch.”

  Waylon slid an arm around my waist and squeezed almost painfully hard. His voice dropped, and his eyes locked on mine. “And did I ruin your Christmas?”

  “No, you big jerk,” I said, tears springing to my eyes all over again. “You made it the best one yet.”

  12

  Amber

  It really was the best Christmas ever. That night, we stayed up drinking wine and eating cookies and chatting around the blazing fire while the snow piled up outside. Haley flirted outrageously with Cody and regaled the guys with embarrassing stories of my youth. Lidia drank too much and regaled us with embarrassing stories of the guys’ youth. Sawyer refreshed our empty plates and glasses and toasted all our fails, both mine and theirs. Holden sat by his mother and murmured for her to drink less and stop monopolizing the conversation. Waylon sat in his chair off to one side, ever the observer, a whiskey in one hand and a watchful look in his eye.

  Cody met Haley’s flirting with stoic indifference that could have rivaled Waylon’s, though his quiet laughter joined in with ours, mingling perfectly. He was part of the family, and a warmth built inside me when I saw him lounging on the rug, leaning up on one elbow with his legs sprawled out by the fire. He looked like he belonged here, and I had a feeling he did. One Christmas together wasn’t going to fix what he’d done, but maybe time could. He could prove himself over the next year, and by next Christmas, he’d have smoothed all the edges his betrayal had caused, and he’d be a perfect fit.

  At around midnight, Lidia was hammered, and Holden helped her off to bed in the guest room. She scolded us all the way up the stairs, giggling and insisting that we go to bed or Santa wouldn’t come. I showed Haley to her room, the one that used to be Holden’s. Cody took Sawyer’s room without comment about where Sawyer would be. We weren’t usually so obvious when Lidia was there, but with two extra people in the house, we’d run out of bedrooms.

  When I stepped out of Haley’s room, I turned to find all three of my stepbrothers in the hall. Holden emerged from the guest room, and Sawyer turned away from the room where he’d left Cody. Waylon stood at the top of the stairs, his eyes locked on mine. Oh, boy. After walking in on us earlier, only his iron will could have held him back all night. Waylon liked to watch, but he also liked the payoff at the end. I could imagine how tightly wound he was right now.

  Part of me wanted to turn around and head straight back into Haley’s room, to stay up a few more hours talking to her and let Waylon take care of himself. But when he gave a quick jerk of his chin toward the bedroom, my clit throbbed and heat rushed between my legs. I tiptoed down the hall past Waylon. My heart raced as we passed Lidia’s room. I slipped into the last bedroom, the big room where the four of us often slept. The door clicked softly behind us, and then I was swept up into a pair of muscular arms. Sawyer’s hands circled my body, raking up the front of my thighs. Before I could even comment on his haste, he’d pulled my panties aside and drove a finger deep into me.

  “You’re already wet,” he purred in my ear.

  With a shudder of pleasure, I threw my head back against his shoulder. Another hand slipped in beside Sawyer’s, and I felt the warmth of a man’s body looming over me before I opened my eyes. Waylon stood in front of me, not waiting and watching this time. He dragged my panties further aside and watched Sawyer’s finger plunging into me.

  Waylon slid his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before bringing them down to spread my lips wide. He rubbed his knuckle back and forth across my sensitive clit, smearing his fingers though my wetness until I was gasping and rocking frantically against his fingers. Holden stood watching, but I reached for my more reserved cowboy, not wanting him to be left out. While Waylon kept me wet, and Sawyer slicked his finger faster and faster into me, I drew Holden’s zipper down and grasped his cock. He sucked in a breath, and my mouth watered when I felt the familiar drop of wetness on his tip. “I want you in my mouth,” I said.

  Holden dropped his jeans, tossing them aside and climbing onto the bed as Sawyer carried me over and pushed me onto the bed on all fours. I reached for Holden, grasping his thick cock in one hand and pumping his shaft. He groaned when I leaned down and lapped the wetness from his tip. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling loose the prim
updo I’d worn to church to let my blonde hair fall around my shoulders. Behind me, Sawyer shoved my skirt up and drew my panties down before he slid a finger into my slick hole. A second later, I felt Waylon’s finger working to open me further so he could fit one in beside his brother’s.

  I slurped at Holden’s cock, opening wide and sliding my lips down over the head and sucking gently, relishing the moan that escaped his lips. I moaned in answer, arching my back as Waylon’s finger drove in beside Sawyer’s at last. After a second, it slid out, teasing my back entrance. Another finger slid into my pussy as he pushed a slick finger into my ass. I gasped at the pinch, then relaxed as all three fingers pumped into me again and again, swirling against my walls and sending waves of sensation through me.

  The door opened again, but this time, Cody slipped inside without being told. After closing the door quietly, he slid into the chair we usually piled with clothes, not saying a word.

  My pussy clenched in anticipation as the air in the room amped up a notch, electricity crackling between the five of us. Sawyer circled my clit with his thumb, and I bucked in surprise and pleasure, a climax rocking through my body. My pussy pulsed around their fingers, the walls trembling with pleasure at having them both inside me at the same time while Cody watched.

  Sawyer slipped his fingers out, licking them while Waylon dropped his jeans. I popped my mouth off the head of Holden’s cock, turning to watch Cody watching us. His eyes burned into me, his fingers clenched so tightly on his knees that his knuckles were white. But he didn’t move as Waylon spread my knees. Positioning his cock against my dripping entrance, he raked his hands over my ass, gripping my hips while he slid his long, hard cock into my wet pussy.

  He slid my zipper down, sliding a hand inside my dress to cup my breast as he slid in and out. My back arched as Sawyer slid his head under my chest, pulling my dress down further and taking my nipple into his mouth. As he sucked, I just about melted with pleasure, closing my eyes and stroking my cheek against Holden’s rigid length.

  “Can I put my cock in here?” Waylon asked, straightening and letting his thumb circle my second entrance. It was slick with the juices on his fingers, and I shivered with longing and fear at the thought of his huge cock in there.

  “It is Christmas,” Sawyer said, releasing my nipple and blowing a stream of cool air over my wet skin.

  “You’re so wet,” Waylon said, his cock sliding in and out while his finger kept rhythm in my ass.

  “Do it,” I gasped. Waylon spread my cheeks and pulled out, telling me to relax as the head of his slippery cock pressed against the second opening. The pressure increased until the hardness had nowhere to go but in. I gasped aloud, my jaw dropping open as pleasure and pain mingled when he went deeper, and deeper, and deeper. When he was all the way in, I bit my lip, holding back a smile of triumph.

  Waylon’s forehead dropped against my shoulder blades, his breath coming even quicker than mine. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he gasped. “You’re so fucking tight, Amber.”

  I opened my eyes, my gaze moving to Cody again. A huge bulge strained against his jeans, and his nostrils flared as his breath came quicker.

  “Holden,” I gasped, looking up at his cock stretching in front of me. “Can you put it in my pussy?”

  “Yeah,” he said, sounding so eager I almost laughed. I pushed up on my knees, Waylon straightening with me. Reaching back, I circled Waylon’s neck with my arm. My breasts rose, and Sawyer leaned in to take one in his mouth as Holden knelt, resting the head of his cock against my opening. I could feel my juices running down over his tip, coating him as he strained to enter me while Waylon was deep inside the other entrance. At last, Holden forced his huge cock into me. I gasped at the incredible pleasure of having them both inside me at once, sandwiching my body between theirs.

  They began to move together, and my whole body was wracked with pleasure. Holden’s hands gripped my ass, opening me for Waylon. Waylon’s hands came around to massage my breasts, pinching at my nipples until I threw my head back against his shoulder, crying out in pleasure. They slipped out, then plunged their cocks into me again. I reached for Sawyer, who had stripped naked at some point. I wrapped my hand around his cock, but after a few pumps, he pulled away. He stood, bracing his hands on the ceiling and planting his feet wide. I eagerly grasped his cock, plunging it into my mouth. He began to move with the other two, a perfect rhythm that drove me closer and closer to the edge.

  At last, Waylon gripped my hip, driving deep into my ass. “I’m going to come,” he rasped.

  “Me, too,” Holden panted, slamming into me faster and faster.

  Sawyer gripped my head with both hands, sliding me deep onto his cock. “Swallow for me, Princess,” he said, his cock hitting the back of my throat. Salty heat flooded my mouth, and I moaned, sucking harder. Waylon and Holden drew back as one and then slammed into me so hard my knees left the bed. Hot come spurted deep inside me, filling me with heat as they crushed me between them. I cried out with unbearable pleasure, rocking against Holden’s pelvic bone as an orgasm gripped my body like nothing I’d ever felt before. My pussy gripped Holden’s cock as pleasure and pain crashed over me in waves so intense that blackness swam in my vision. I cried out again and again, letting Sawyer’s come spill down my face.

  No one moved for a long moment. Then Cody stood abruptly. “I’m going to bed,” he said, and he disappeared out the door without another word.

  “Think we scared him off?” I asked, a giggle building inside me.

  “Scared? Nah,” Sawyer said, flopping down on the bed and patting the spot beside him. “He’s probably jerking off right now.”

  The giggle escaped my lips as Waylon bent down to kiss my neck, blowing a ticklish breath against my ear before pulling out. “I’m going to hold you all night,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and nuzzling the back of my neck.

  “You okay?” Holden asked, smoothing my hair back with both hands and gazing into my eyes.

  “I’m…great,” I said, laughing a little. “My knees feel like jelly, but otherwise, yeah. More than okay.”

  He kissed me tenderly, still cupping my face in his hands. “Merry Christmas,” he said when he drew back.

  I glanced at the window. Snow streamed by, battering the glass and obscuring the world outside in a blur of white. Inside, we were warm and toasty and together.

  “It’s past midnight,” Sawyer said with a grin. “Think we missed Santa?”

  Waylon pulled me down on the bed between him and Sawyer and wrapped his arms around me, burying his nose in my hair. “It’s officially Christmas,” he murmured.

  I snuggled deeper into his arms, warmth and love swelling in my heart and all around me. “Merry Christmas,” I whispered to my men.

  13

  Amber

  We woke on Christmas morning to the smell of French toast wafting up the stairs. I bounced out of bed like a kid, and then I realized my ass was really sore and I should totally chill and move slowly for the rest of the morning. Wincing, I made my way downstairs to find Sawyer in the kitchen with his mother. They were laughing and singing along to “Silver Bells,” actually getting along for once, which just proved that Christmas miracles were real.

  “Hey, baby,” Sawyer said, holding a spatula up to his mouth like a microphone. “I just wanted to say, Merry Christmas. Also, you look ravishing this morning.”

  “Thanks,” I said, unable to hold back a smile at his antics.

  “Have some coffee, dear,” Lidia said, pouring me a cup of something. From the color, I wasn’t sure if it was coffee or tea.

  “Dude, that is not coffee,” said a voice behind me. I spun around to find Haley yawning and stretching her arms over her head, her petite frame clad in a pair of fuzzy reindeer pajamas.

  “Those are festive,” I said. “Very unlike the stuff you usually wear to bed.”

  “Kept me from freezing my ass off,” Haley said, making her way to the coffee pot. She shot me a smug smile
over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, there’s a matching pair for you under the tree.”

  “Coffee?” Lidia asked, holding up the pot.

  “That’s not coffee,” Haley said. “Let me show you how it’s done.” She took the pot and dumped the contents down the sink. I stifled a giggle as Lidia howled in protest. While they argued, a hand pressed against my lower back.

  “You feeling okay this morning?”

  I closed my eyes and sighed, leaning back into Holden’s strong chest. “I am now.”

  He kissed the top of my head. “Let us know if you need anything.”

  He went to intervene between Haley and his mother. Heat prickled the back of my neck, and I turned just in time to see Cody at the bottom of the stairs, watching me. For a second, our eyes met, and that little ping of adrenaline burst inside me. I was getting used to it, but I had a feeling that by the time our year was up, it would be as hard for me as it was for him.

  I smiled and waved a hand toward the kitchen. “Come have breakfast.”

  Cody’s shoulders slumped, and I realized it would take a little more than last night to make him feel comfortable and welcome. But we had plenty of time for that. It would be a slow and painful process to bring him and Waylon back together, but I was up for the challenge.

  “Where’s Waylon?” I asked when we were all seated.

  “He went out to check on the cows,” Sawyer said.

  “Is that where he really is?” I asked. “Or is he bringing another surprise guest?”

  As if in answer, Waylon stepped in through the back door, bringing in a gust of icy air and some blowing snow. He stomped off his boots and joined us a minute later, and we all chatted around the table as we ate. After breakfast, we headed into the living room to open presents. The guys and I had decided not to do traditional gifts, hence the blowjob and fruitcake requests, but I’d gotten them each a nice leather belt with their name inscribed on the back, which seemed to be a trend around here.