“Go on, girl,” King prompted. “It won’t put itself together.”
I felt like a little kid finally getting the opportunity to put up the tree. My mother didn’t have a tree in her house. I couldn’t remember a single Christmas decoration growing up. I would stare out my bedroom window, admiring the lights on all the neighbors’ houses, wishing that we had some of our own.
Getting to my feet, I felt a little self-conscious as I opened the box and stared at all of the greenery that was smashed inside.
Master and Sir both chuckled and I looked up to see that they were watching me. It was clear I had no idea what I was doing, but I was bound and determined to give it my best shot.
Half an hour later, I had managed to drag all the pieces out of the box. It hadn’t been easy because it was one of those trees that only had a few sections. They would all be pieced together to make one tall tree and the lights were already attached.
According to the box, it should’ve been easy, but it wasn’t.
“All right, boys,” King said gruffly. “Stop makin’ the poor girl work so hard. Get on up there and help her.”
Master and Sir joined me, and within minutes, they had it put together. It had to have been at least twelve feet tall and I laughed when I saw the monstrosity that filled a good portion of the living room. No way would I have been able to do that myself.
“Your turn,” Master said, cupping my face and kissing my lips. “All that greenery has to be fluffed.”
My eyes widened as I stared over at the tree. That was going to take hours.
•
By the time dinner was ready, I’d managed to get at least half the tree to look relatively decent. Mel had helped, which made it all the more embarrassing. Clearly, we weren’t cut out for this sort of thing.
“Come on, ladies,” King called out. “That’s enough for one day.”
Mel and I washed up in the kitchen, then joined the men on the back patio. Dinner consisted of pot roast with potatoes, carrots, and baby onions, along with honey cornbread. I had to wonder if the chef was responsible for this, or if it was a dish that Mel had made. It wasn’t something I’d ever tried, but it smelled heavenly.
The conversation revolved mostly around Laura, Master and Sir’s sister, as well as Laura’s four kids. Apparently, once Mel and King left the island on Christmas Day, they would be flying to Kentucky to spend the rest of the week with them.
After the food was consumed, I offered to help Mel clean up the kitchen and we worked diligently to get it all taken care of. Shortly thereafter, King retired to the bedroom with Mel in tow, leaving me alone with Master and Sir.
For a few minutes, we sat on the sofa and stared at the Christmas tree.
“It looks terrible, huh?” I asked, smiling to myself.
“It’s definitely not gonna win any awards,” Sir confirmed.
“I only have a small tabletop tree at my apartment,” I admitted. “And I only bought that when I was at the mall yesterday.” Had it really only been yesterday? It felt as though it’d been a month since then.
No one said anything for the longest time, and finally, Sir got to his feet and held out his hand to me.
“Come on, let’s get you up to bed.”
Getting to my feet, I allowed Sir to lead me up the stairs while Master followed us. Once in the bedroom, Master closed the door while Sir opened the balcony doors, letting in the warm breeze coming off the ocean.
I had no idea what to expect, but when Master and Sir came over and sandwiched me between them, I knew it was going to be a good night.
Surprisingly, they didn’t ask me to strip; instead, they handled that part themselves. While their mouths trailed warmth all over my neck and shoulders, they easily removed my clothes, along with their own. I could do nothing more than hold on to them, basking in the warmth of their skin against mine.
There were no commands issued, yet they dominated my every move, positioning me how they wanted me as they kissed and licked every inch of my body. I took the rare opportunity to touch them, my hands roaming, seeking. Every now and then, I would elicit a moan from one or both of them.
“Come here, sweetness,” Sir urged, pulling me on top of him.
Within seconds, he was seated deep inside me, his mouth brushing mine. I kissed him like a woman starved. This was what I needed, being with both of them at the same time. Although I enjoyed them separately, it was this moment when I knew I was complete. It felt right to me, as though I was exactly where I belonged.
