Trick Shot: A Spicy Christmas Novella (Brother Puckers Book 1)
Trick Shot: Epilogue

One Year Later

Snow flutters to the ground outside the penthouse window. It’s late afternoon, and the sun is setting. Down below I can see the little dots of people milling about, out doing their Christmas Eve activities.

When my phone buzzes, my heart picks up speed. There’s a message in our group chat that Leo named “Shortcake & Friends.” Both Jace and I rolled our eyes at that, considering the three of us are far from “just friends,” but it was kind of cute, so it stuck.

At the same time his message comes through, the plug starts buzzing. I let out a cry as I curse Jace and his toys with remotes. Since they both travel for work often, Jace upped his toy arsenal to include several with long-distance capabilities. The damn thing even works all the way from Europe. They claim it’s their way of staying connected to me while away (in more ways than one). And when I tried to argue that’s what FaceTime is for, I got the hottest spanking of my life with two of said toys inside me. My body flushes at the memory, and a flood of arousal pools between my legs.

With a large grin, I put my phone away and head to the “man cave” which is now more of a “throuple cave.” The best Christmas tree is there, along with where we keep our stockings and presents. It felt like the perfect place for the surprise I have planned. I know they’re up to something, too. They were all secretive this morning saying they had to run out to grab a last-minute gift. I just waved them off and went to take a shower while they giggled like school boys and left.

My heart pounds in my chest as I think of them. My two men. It still feels surreal. It’s been a year together. One whole year of kissing, cuddling, late night talks, tears, laughs and so much sex I’m surprised my vagina hasn’t broken. I thought it would be difficult to exist in the world within a triad, and while that is true sometimes, for the most part, we’ve been lucky. Our families are accepting, though my dad was speechless for at least a month after we told him. I think it was more to do with Lucas McKnight’s twin being one of my partners than anything else.

The media has been one of the biggest hurdles. They love to sneak blurry pictures of us and then try to pass them off as Lucas. Thankfully, that stopped working after a while, and it rarely happens now. Also, Lucas couldn’t care less what people say about him and their speculations on if he shares his twin’s sexuality or preferences. It put Leo at ease, especially after the pictures of us in the sports bar last year went viral. After that died down and we told our families, things just seem to work for us, despite normal couple fights and arguments. My phone buzzes, and I see Stevie’s name.

My body warms and I smile. Another thing to celebrate besides our anniversary is I’m finally celebrating kicking Chad and my “dream agency” to the curb. Starting in the New Year, I’m working at a new place on the Upper East Side. It’s a smaller boutique agency that specializes in traditional advertising, but I was ready for a change. After my year with Jace and Leo, I realized something. My work wasn’t making me happy anymore. I’m hoping this new change of pace will only lead to bigger and better things. Plus, I’ll have more work from home hours, which will let me travel with the guys when I want.

I hear the sound of the front door opening and closing and quickly text Stevie.

I bite my lip to keep from laughing, then turn off my phone. I smooth my hands down over my scantily-clad body and pull up my red and white striped socks before fluffing my curled hair. I spent the last few weeks acquiring the perfect “sexy candy cane” outfit to surprise the guys with, and I’m ready to be unwrapped.

“We’re home, Shortcake!” Leo calls. “Where are you?”

The buzzing in my ass starts again, and I let out a squeak. Fucking Jace!

“She’s in the cave,” Jace says coyly.

The tune of “Santa Baby” plays softly over the speaker system and I close my eyes for a moment to let Eartha Kitt’s sultry voice soothe my excited nerves. As I hear the boys’ footsteps close in, I drop to my knees on the large tree skirt and put my eyes to the floor.

“Holy fucking shit,” Leo says.

“Well, well, well.” Jace hums. “So this is what our girl’s been up to while we’ve been gone.”

Arousal starts to coat my thighs, and the vibrations of the plug only add to my needy state.

“I guess someone wants to play.” Leo chuckles. “I bet she’s been dreaming of this all week. Haven’t you, Candy Cane?”

I stifle a moan at the new nickname. “Yes, Sir.”

Leo’s purr of appreciation has me squeezing my thighs together.

Over the last year, we’ve explored a lot of things together. We’ve spent a considerable amount of time playing with dominance and submission. And while on any normal day we just fuck, make love, and have fun, we also enjoy switching around roles and seeing who likes what. I specifically chose to be submissive tonight as a reminder of last Christmas Eve.

“Eyes up,” Leo commands.

I do as he says, my gaze connecting with two pairs of ravenous ones.

“Crawl to us,” he adds, his voice steady.

My stomach flutters with butterflies as I move to my hands and knees. As I crawl, I make sure to keep my ass up, knowing that’s how they both like it. When I reach their feet, I sit back on my knees as Jace leans down to grasp my jaw in his hand.

“You did this all for us, beautiful?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Hmmm, you look sweet enough to eat. Doesn’t she, baby?” He eyes Leo, who is already palming his hard cock through the front of his jeans.

“She does. But I think she gets that spanking first. I like my sweets soft and pliable.”

Jace chuckles, his tone dark and husky. “You heard him, Riley. Now stand up, bend over the couch, and show us how wet that sweet pussy is.”

I move as quickly as I can in the very tall red heels I chose, bending over the arm of the couch so my lace clad ass is in the air and my palms are pressing into the leather cushion.

“Good girl,” Jace praises.

I can’t see them from this position, but I hear them moving around. Their belt buckles jingle, and I take in the rustling of clothes and then the sounds of kissing. I can’t help the groan that escapes. I love watching them kiss, and they know it. If they ever need to get me in the mood, one of them will grab the other and start going to town. The way they stroke each other’s tongues and open up in such an intimate way—I can’t get enough of it. After they torture me for a few more minutes, I finally sense a presence behind.

“Your ass is going to be as red as this pretty lace when we’re done, Candy Cane,” Leo says, pressing his hard cock into the seam of my ass. He exhales a breathy grunt as the fat head of his cock brushes over the buzzing plug while he dips one of his long fingers into my pussy.

“She’s so wet already, J. Come and feel her.”

Jace doesn’t waste any time following Leo’s request. I feel his massive cock brush against my heated skin as he steps closer, bringing his palms to rub the sensitive cheeks of my ass before moving down, down, down, until he’s fingering me too. Wet sounds fill the room and all of us groan.

“Always ready for us. Always perfect,” Jace says, moving so his lips are now near my ear, his beard tickling the sensitive skin there. “Just like the little slut you are.”

As his degrading words wash over, he increases the vibrations in my ass, making my pussy clench around air. I can’t stop the string of curses that follow.

“I think our little slut needs a gag, don’t you?” Jace asks Leo thoughtfully.

“Stuff your cock down her throat, J. I want to see her choke on you while I turn her ass red.”

I dig my fingertips into the cushions. My skin feels tight and itchy with need as I become hyper aware of the lace moving against my flushed skin, and how my hard nipples cut against the see-through bralette I’m wearing. I don’t know why being spanked and used turns me on so much, but it’s one of my favorite things. Maybe it’s the ultimate trust that does it. And I’ve learned to trust them implicitly over the last year.

“With pleasure,” Jace’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “Open wide, beautiful.”

I do as I’m told, opening my mouth to the point my jaw hurts so Jace can have his way with me. When the broad crown settles on my tongue, I hum around it, tasting the salty flavor of his leaking arousal. He starts slow at first, letting me get used to the weight and rhythm of his strokes. When I relax and start to take him deeper, Leo rubs his hands over my ass, pulling the lace down so it’s around my knees.

“I love these stockings,” he admires. “I want to fuck you in only these at some point tonight while Jace eats you alive.” Leo pauses for a moment, letting the anticipation build, then says, “Now don’t bite Jace’s dick off, Shortcake.”

Jace grunts just as Leo’s hand comes down on my left ass cheek. Then my right. I cry out around Jace’s thickness as the slaps begin raining down in various degrees of strength. Leo is the master of spanking. He knows just how much I can take, the kind of pressure I like, and when to pull back and then keep going.

Jace pushes my hair from my face. “You’re so beautiful like this, taking my cock, letting Leo do whatever he wants to you. You’re perfect for us, Riley. Just perfect.”

Tears start to fill my eyes as the slaps get stronger and Jace’s dick goes deeper. When he hits the back of my throat I hold off my gag, enjoying his praise when I do. This goes on for a while, Jace fucking my throat and Leo turning my ass his favorite color. I start to fade into a sex high, all the endorphins and serotonin flooding my desperate body.

When the slaps suddenly stop and Jace’s cock leaves my mouth, I miss the attention for only two seconds before Leo’s tongue laps at my folds. I let out a garbled noise of pleasure, my fingers trying to grip the leather couch but failing.

“Does that feel good, slut?” Jace asks, running a hand through my hair.

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

Jace growls his approval. “Since you’ve been such a good girl, Leo’s going to let you come. Then you’re going to take his cock so deep you’ll feel him for a week. And you know what I’m going to be doing?” I shake my head. “Fucking Leo so hard into that pussy that you’ll both beg for mercy.”

“God yes,” I moan. “Please, please, please. I want that so bad.”

“I love it when you beg,” Jace says, bending over to kiss me sloppily, the kind of open-mouthed kiss that leaves no room for breath or thought.

I mumble out another slew of random words as Leo flicks my clit and fingers me deep. It doesn’t take much for him to make me come, my arousal coating my thighs and body clenching around his long digits as I float off into bliss.

The next thing I know, I’m being moved around like I weigh nothing. Jace settles me back against the chaise lounge stacked with pillows, ripping the remaining lace from my body but leaving the candy cane stockings on for Leo.

When Leo’s icy eyes come into view, his mouth glistening with my come, I’m once again stunned by his beauty. Not only that, but how lucky I am to have him in my life. He wastes no time and gets on the chaise between my legs, looping his hands under my thighs so my legs are up and spread wide, getting me into the position he needs to enter me. He keeps one of his legs bent over the edge of the lounge with his foot planted so he can get momentum and so Jace can enter him.

“Ready to get fucked, Shortcake?” he chirps, his one-dimple indenting his flushed cheek.

“Are you, Beefcake?” I tease.

He expels a bawdy laugh just before he pinches my thigh. I squeal and squirm.

“Still a brat, I see.”

“Always, Sir.”

Leo releases a groan. “You’re going to be the death of me, Riley.”

The feeling is mutual.

The sound of Jace opening a bottle of lube has us coming out of our little bubble. After a short kiss, Leo moves to position his cock at my entrance. He gives his length a few languid strokes, watching my reaction as he dips the head in and out of my heat. The plug is still buzzing softly in my ass, but I’ve gotten used to it enough that it adds a nice fullness. It will also make Leo lose his mind when he feels it, which is why Jace leaves it inside me.

“I like you stuffed, baby,” is what he always likes to say.

As Leo sinks in, inch by glorious inch, my head falls back against the pillows.

“Fuck, Shortcake. You feel so warm, so tight,” he keens, his lips seeking mine as he bottoms out. “I love when you have the plug inside you. Goodman, it’s so fucking good.”

“Leo!” I cry, gripping his arms as I adjust to his size. A size I’ve both gotten used to and also one that I never will.

“Hmm, I love watching you fuck our girl, baby.” Jace groans, his hands tracing the muscles and divots of Leo’s back. Once he’s done appreciating his form, he squirts a very generous amount of lube on his cock and between Leo’s ass cheeks. Moaning, Leo seeks out my lips again as Jace gets into position, rimming Leo with his fingers, getting him ready for his massive cock.

Jace soothes him with sweet words that have my clit throbbing and my orgasm drawing nearer. Leo curses and drops his head to my shoulder as Jace starts to push into Leo’s body. The action thrusts Leo’s cock impossibly deeper inside me—to the point I can feel it in my womb. It feels sinful, a little painful, but also euphoric. My arousal only strengthens when I take in the faces of the two men I love.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Feels so fucking good, J!” Leo grunts. I choose that moment to squeeze my pussy around him and he tenses, crying out again.

“Your ass is perfect, baby. So fucking tight,” Jace says, slapping Leo’s tight end for good measure. Leo releases a muffled noise against the crook of my neck as Jace feeds himself in, his balls slapping against Leo’s sensitive skin when he’s all the way inside him. I can’t help the whine that tumbles out of me from the force of it.

“You’re both so big! It feels like you’re fucking me too, Jace!” I cry.

He groans out a sound of approval as he starts to move, placing his hands on the back of Leo’s shoulders to gain more power. We do this position so often that it takes no time for them to find a good rhythm. As Leo thrusts into me harder, Jace does the same, forcing Leo deeper and deeper inside my pussy. I never really understood the “dicked down” phrase until I started sleeping with them. I swear sometimes I can feel them all the way to my throat.

I close my eyes for a moment to enjoy all the sensations. Between Leo’s cock, his lips, the plug and Jace’s deep punishing thrusts, I’m close to coming again. I dig my nails into Leo’s hair as he plants open-mouthed kisses down my collar bone. When I open my eyes, I find his brow pinched and there’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead, a telltale sign he’s about to come.

“Are you close, beautiful?” Jace asks me.

I nod, tightening my inner walls around Leo so he’s cursing.

“Fuck her harder, Leo. Make her come,” Jace demands of him in that oh-so-sexy daddy voice.

Leo does as he’s told, his hips punching forward in shallow thrusts so I’m crying out and thanking every deity I can think of. Jace grabs Leo’s hips and matches the brutal pace, pounding over and over again so I can hear the smacking of their skin and my breasts bounce heavily from the momentum. The added movement only adds to my impending release.

“Fuck me harder,” Leo begs, one of his hands reaching back to grip Jace’s tattooed thigh.

He acquiesces, grunting and swearing till his shoulders tense and I know he’s going to come any second. Leo gently bites the skin of neck and that finally does me in.

“I’m coming!” I scream, clinging to my men as the earth shatters around me and my body convulses with pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m coming, too. Come with me, Jace,” Leo shouts, his movements turning erratic as he gets closer to his release. I pry my eyes open to watch as Jace pistons his hips, slapping the cheeks of Leo’s ass. They both let out sounds of pleasure at the contact.

When Jace locks eyes with me, I mouth “I love you,” and it sends him over the edge. With a final thrust, he growls out his release, giving Leo his orgasm alongside him. They both pant heavily, their sounds of pleasure music to my ears as I float in my post-orgasm high.

A short time later, as we cuddle under the Christmas tree, our skin sticky with come and sweat, I can’t help but think how I ended up here.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Leo asks me, lifting his head from Jace’s chest.

I stare into his eyes, my heart squeezing at the love I see there. “Just thinking how smart I was for going home with a stranger last Christmas.”

Leo’s smile grows wider. “I’m glad, too. Speaking of…we have an anniversary present for you, Shortcake.” He looks at Jace and he nods, like he’s giving him the go-ahead for something.

Before I can ask what it is, Leo’s standing up in all his naked glory, searching for his pants that were discarded on the floor earlier. As I wait, Jace pulls me closer into his warmth, kissing my forehead and stroking my back. It takes only a couple seconds for Leo to pull a small red pouch out of his pants pocket. He returns to his spot next to Jace and hands it to me, his fingers brushing mine as he does.

“Open it, baby,” Jace encourages. I take the bag and untie the red ribbon. When I open it, I see a red box at the bottom. Goosebumps break out over my skin as I realize it’s a ring box. I think I stop breathing as I pull it out.

“Is this where you went this morning?” I ask.

Jace and Leo chuckle.

“It is. Now open it!” Leo says, giddy like a child on Christmas morning. So unlike the Scrooge I met a year ago.

I take the delicate red box and turn it so the latch is facing me, their eyes observing me carefully as I open it. What I reveal inside has me gasping for breath. There are three platinum rings tucked inside, two are obviously large enough to fit their fingers, and one has three small diamonds on it. My eyes start to water as I look up at the two men I love more than anything in this world.

“We know we can’t legally marry each other,” Leo says softly. “But we want you to be ours, Riley. In every way we can possibly think of.”

Jace tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, his smile adoring. “What Leo means to ask is, will you marry us, Riley?”

My eyes dart between them, their smiles bright. In most cases, a woman would probably want to be proposed to with clothes on, or maybe after a nice meal or some elaborate proposal, but this? Us together, naked under an overly decorated Fraser Fir on Christmas Eve? It fits us perfectly.

I let out a sob, practically tackling them as I hug them tightly.

“Is that a yes?” Leo laughs.

“It’s a yes!” I cry.

Then we’re kissing and sobbing and Leo is sliding the ring on my finger. The tears really start to flow as Jace and Leo put the rings they’ve picked out on each other’s fingers. It’s a tender moment, one I wish I filmed. The love between them is strong and unwavering. It makes my entire body sing.

After the excitement has calmed a bit, we stare at our joined hands with matching rings in a warm silence.

“Now we need some turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree,” Leo jokes.

Jace chuckles, the ring on his finger. “That’s not how the song goes, baby. It’s five golden rings.”

“Five is way too many. It should be three,” he argues.

I shrug. “I don’t know, five could be fun.”

Jace and Leo go quiet, their heads whipping to stare at me.

After a moment, I let out a snort. “Kidding!”

Jace smirks. “As I’ve said before, our girl’s got jokes.”

Or do I?