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Authors: Cat Mason

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“Hey,” I shrug when Henry stops in front of the house, “don’t hate, appreciate his ability to dominate.”

“Bits, you sick little shit!” Daisy shrieks, walking out to greet us, and scowling when she sees me climb out of the back laughing my ass off at the dog. “There is nothing jolly about him ass raping Rudolph!”

“He finishes quick,” I say, shrugging her off. “Leave him alone, it helps him sleep.”

She starts to argue until her eyes land on Gray who is sliding out of the SUV, gripping the door for help the minute he sees her. “Gray, are you okay?” she asks, instantly by his side, no doubt falling hook, line, and sinker for his disabled stagger.

“Sure, I’m all good, Wildflower,” he answers, shrugging her off when she wraps her arm around him for support. “Just held the doors and some of the floor for some women at the store, that’s all.”

“Oh babe,” she soothes, kissing his jaw. “Come inside, let me take care of you.”

Gray turns and meets my eyes, giving me a grin before heading into the house with her. No doubt that fucker will milk his ‘injuries’ for days, if he is as smart as I think he is. Henry locks up the ‘Burban and carries the box toward the garage where we keep the minivan and smaller cars. “After the Ironsound Christmas Eve party, I’ll assemble it and bring it in once she’s asleep.”

“Thanks, Big Man,” I call out, just as Chase steps out onto the porch in a robe that I would bet my left nut has little, if anything, beneath it. “Hey, babe.” She smiles as I stride toward her. “Gift is on lockdown.” Looking around, I arch a brow. “Where’s my pansy ass brother?” I ask, knowing Aiden was too interested in his new zombie apocalypse video game to come help us fight the crowd. “Way to be a team player, dick.”

“Judging the sounds coming from upstairs, his dick is more interested in the one-on-one style tactics tonight, Hunter.” Chase giggles when I wrap an arm around her and step into the house.

“Great,” Mack says, tossing his hands into the air. “My room is below theirs. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep with that going on all night, because it does go on all night! Headphones don’t drown them out, nothing does. My poor blue balls will never survive. When is my night off so I can get laid?”

“Mack’s blue balls!” I sing walking up the hallway, ignoring his bitching. “Mack’s blue balls. It’s devastation in his pants. Hear Cam scream, but not for him. Soon it will be Bingo Day.”

“You look like you got in a fight with a lawnmower.” Chase giggles, following me down the stairs to the basement apartment we call home when we’re not touring.

“Nah.” I shrug, yanking what’s left of my shirt over my head and tossing it into the trash can. “Just a crowd full of ravenous women. I’m used to it.” I waggle my eyebrows, crooking my finger. “Come here, Tiger Lily. I believe we had a wager on that little shopping trip and I won.”

Arching her brow, she props her hand on her hip and smirks. “Just for the record, you said I bet your ass and I said whatever,” she argues. “That wasn’t me agreeing to shit, Hunter.”

“Okay, okay.” I hold up my hands in surrender. “How about I give you your big gift? The one that I want to give you the most,” I ask and I know I have her when her eyes light up. Looking at my watch, I tilt my head from side to side, debating while she watches me.

“It is technically Christmas Eve now,” Chase points out, glancing at the clock on the living room wall.

“All right, let me go get it. I don’t want you to see it until I’m ready,” I explain. Leaning down, I press my lips to hers quickly. “Give me like ten minutes,” I say before heading into our bedroom and closing the door behind me.

Springing into action, I strip the rest of my clothes off and jump in the shower to wash off the toy store stank. Five minutes later, I’m toweling off and making sure that the door is locked to the adjoining bathroom we share with Jazzie. That is an awkward story that is best left forgotten. 

Yanking the large gift box out from the back of the closet, I step into the holes I cut for my legs earlier, and tug it up to my waist. Looking in the mirror, I smile at myself proudly. The box is wrapped on all the existing sides in red paper with a big white bow tied in front.

“Are you ready for me?” Chase asks, tapping on the door.

Chuckling, I turn and face the door as the knobs turns. “I’m always ready for you, Tiger Lily.”

The door swings open and her hazel eyes widen in shock as she takes me in, inch by inch. “Why are you wearing a gift box?” she asks and I grin wickedly.

“Unwrap this loaded gun very carefully, Tiger Lily. Your eye is the last thing I want to shoot.” Stepping into the room, Chase closes the door, and leans against it. Covering her face with both hands, her body shakes. “Babe,” I start, taking a step toward her. “I know it’s a breathtaking sight, but you don’t have to cry.”

Dropping her hands, Chase wraps her arms around her stomach and erupts into a fit of laughter. “I can’t believe you did this,” she giggles.

“I can’t believe you’re laughing at me,” I say, my fragile ego wounded all to fuck.

What? I do have a fragile ego. Shut the fuck up. 

Shoving the box down I kick it across the room and turn to the bed, angry for putting thought into the idea when it got me nowhere. Yanking the covers down, I shake my head. Chase’s hand slides down my bare back before gripping my ass. Hard. “Hunter, I thought we agreed a long time ago never to wrap your cock in anything before you give it to me.”

“Are you tryin’ to be funny?” I ask, wincing when she digs her nails into the skin of my ass. 

“Lie back on the bed, Hunter.” Her voice is laced with lusty promise.

Oh goodie! My favorite!

Relenting her hold on my fine ass, she nudges me. Happy that this is heading in the direction I had planned, I lie back on the bed and grin. “Come and jingle my bells, baby,” I say, holding out my hands for her.

Untying her satin robe, Chase lets it fall to the floor, leaving her naked. Climbing up onto the bed, Chase straddles my thighs, rolling her hips against my aching dick. “Hunter,” she whispers, and my entire body jerks. Leaning down, she slips her hand behind my neck and pulls me so my lips are inches away from hers. “Stop talking, start fucking.”

The minute her words come out, I slam into her to the hilt, my hips thrusting violently against her ass. She only has to say that once.

Camaron

Slap 

Slap

Slap

“Seven, eight, nine, please,” I moan, writhing against the silk ropes, seeking more.

My hands are bound, each ankle tied to the padded spanking bench I had made for Aiden for Christmas. I wait for his next move. There was no waiting until Christmas morning to give him this. After the stress of touring and life in general, this is as much a gift for me as it is for him. I don’t need to anticipate what he will do, I just feel. My eyes are covered with a blindfold, but his eyes are on me. 

I don’t need to see to know, I feel them. His approval is clear without any words being spoken. Taking every inch of my exposed skin, his breath hitches, telling me the only thing that matters.

Aiden likes what he sees.

A slow smile slips across my face at the thought of Aiden hardening as he takes in my body. Naked and exposed, on display for him and only him. Just thinking about what is to come has me trying to rub my thighs together to ease the ache already beginning to build. The delicious throbbing that only Aiden can ease, but only when it’s time.

The paddle cracks across my ass with a loud slap. “Care to share what’s on your mind, Camaron?” he asks, his voice filled with domination and steady control. “I’d love to know what has your attention, if it’s not me.”

Aiden’s finger traces a line down my spine before slapping my ass with his hand. “How about I remind you where your focus should be?”

Before I can answer, his finger slips into me. I bite my lip to stifle the moan that threatens to rip from my chest. Pressing his body into my hip, Aiden grinds his cock against me making me whimper. “Please, Aiden,” I plead, desperate to feel him get lost in me.

“That’s my girl,” he purrs, and I nearly come undone at the words I would do almost anything to hear from his lips.

I feel him shift. He grabs my hips with both of his big, rough hands before diving face first into my pussy. His tongue thrusts into me, fucking me like his finger was just seconds ago. His thumb circles my clit in slow, calculated circles, driving me out of my mind. With every move of his face, the scruff from his jaw rubs against my over-sensitized skin.

I love it. Every damn second, and he knows it. 

My hips jerk, my body tightening until I am on the verge of splintering into a million pieces. “Aiden!” I scream. “Yes, Aiden! Please, don’t stop.”

The moment the words are out of my mouth, it all stops. I whimper when I feel him push to his feet again. “Now, are you focused on me, Camaron?” he asks, his lips brushing my ear before taking it between his teeth.

“Ah,” I cry, the wicked bite of pain radiating throughout my body only making me want more.

Gripping my hips, Aiden slides into me slowly. “That’s it, my love, take every inch of me. Feel what you do to me? Grip me like a vise, and never let me go.”

Aiden’s hand slides up my body as he angles his hips, thrusting harder and harder each time. His hand wraps around my pony tail, twisting it around his hand before angling my head where he wants it. His other hand traces my ass before he pushes the tip of his thumb inside. “I’ll fuck you here too, Cam. One day, I’ll flog your ass, leaving beautiful red marks that you’ll wear with pride while I fill you in every way possible.”

“Fuck me!” I scream, and hope to God he doesn’t stop.

“There’s nothing I want to do more, Cam. I wake up wanting you, I fall asleep beside you at night wanting you. I live and breathe every single ounce of you, baby.”

His words push me over the edge, my orgasm sends me into a screaming spiral. His name tearing from my lips and I erupt around him. Aiden’s hips jerk, his grip on my hair tightens, letting me know he is right behind me. “Love you, Cam,” he grunts, stilling behind me. “Love you so damn much, baby.”

Once he catches his breath, I lose him. Aiden loosens the bindings that hold my ankles and wrists before helping to my feet. Turning me to face him, he pulls me into his arms. “I love you, Aiden,” I whisper before his lips brush over mine. Soft and tenderly, his tongue sweeps along my bottom lip before delving into my mouth.

Lifting me into his arms, Aiden carries me to the bed before I lose his kiss. Helping me onto the bed, Aiden reaches for a cloth on the nightstand, cleaning me, before he rubs my wrists and ankles. Slowly, he presses kisses to the pulse points on the inside of each wrist. “It’s been a long year, baby,” he says, curling up behind me.

“It has,” I admit. The last year has been spent touring, mostly. We’ve had very little down time between concerts, interviews, and their recording schedule. Even a week in Florida we planned as a vacation was turned into an opportunity to shoot a music video and an interactive webcast for the fans. “It’s also part of the life we have chosen, Aiden,” I reply, sleepily.

His fingers lace with mine. “I know, Cam. I was just going to say it was all the more reason we needed that. You amaze me. It’s my desire, more like an aching need, as your Dominant to tend to your needs, but you so often are placing what I need within reach before I know I need it.”

Rolling to my back, I look up at his face. “I love making you happy, Aiden. It’s just that simple,” I reply as he runs his finger along the choker he gave me on our wedding day. His sign of commitment, his mark of ownership that matches my wedding set completely.

“You do, Cam,” he replies, kissing my forehead. “More than you could ever know.”

 

  

Grayson

The door opens, and I feel her the minute she steps into the room. I have been just lying here since she slipped out, unable to sleep. The sun is now shining through the windows, but I don’t get up. Instead, I’ve been waiting. Stepping around the bed, I feel the bed shift as she sits. Daisy, my Wildflower, the woman who changed my entire life. She came into my life like a tornado. She consumed all of me and never let me go. I don’t know what I would ever do if she did. She has given me more than I can ever give back.

“He awake?” I ask. Though, since she is alone, I already know the answer.

“Nope, still snoring like an old man.” Daisy laughs, reaching over she brushes a hand over my hair. “I wonder where he gets that from?”

“I do not snore,” I chuckle, pulling her into my arms.

“What are you doing up?” Daisy asks, lying her head on my chest. Her fingers tracing the shield inked over my heart, the one she got through almost immediately.

“I’ve got something for you. I wanted to give it to you before the day got busy.”

Slipping the small box from under my pillow, I hand it to her. “Gray, I thought we said one gift each this year? What about the boxes under the tree for me downstairs?”

“Those are from the baby,” I reply, shrugging her off. “Open it.”

Removing the lid, Daisy pulls the white gold bracelet from the box and gasps. “Gray…” I smile when she can’t say anything else.

“This,” I begin, taking it from her. Pointing to the first charm, a daisy, I meet her tear filled eyes, “is you, my beautiful wildflower. The shield charm is me. Each piece is a part of our lives together this far. When I run out of room, I’ll buy another, maybe even a necklace, if I have to.”

Looking down, Daisy takes it all in. The guitar, the scrabble piece, lemon wedge, the blue baby bottle, are nothing compared to my favorite. The handmade heart that is entwined with an eternity symbol was something Luke sketched and is now tattooed on the inside of one of our wrists, but getting the design transferred for a piece of jewelry was always my plan. “That one is so you never forget you are the reason for everything I do. You’re the lifeline I cling to.”

“I love it,” Daisy chokes out.

Reaching out, I clasp it around her wrist. Tilting her chin up, I wipe the tear slipping down her cheek. “I love you, Daisy.” Pressing a kiss to her lips, I grin remembering what day it is. “I’d love to show you how much, over and over, but we have to get ready. The house will be filled with people soon and we still have the party at Ironsound tonight.”

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