My Mate Was Buried at Christmas, So His Three Brothers Claimed Me novel · Chapter 17 of 24
Chapter 17: Maple
"Sit," I said to Alexis. "In the chair. Hands on your knees."
"Mimi."
"You made it. You can watch it work."
He sat.
The straight-backed chair creaked under him by the stove, and he gripped his knees and stared at me with his mouth open.
The maple lay in my palm.
He had given it to me at dinner, wrapped in a flour sack and tied with twine.
He had gone red to the ears and said it was only a gift, and I could throw it in the lake.
It was a hand and a half long, polished smooth, with a gentle curve to it and a flared base.
He had sanded it for three nights and rubbed it with beeswax until the grain shone gold.
It was warm from my hand.
I lay back against the pillows on the big bed with my knees up, and the lamp threw light across my bare skin.
Remy lay on my left and Hugo on my right.
Neither of them had touched me yet.
"Nobody touches," I said. "Not until I say."
"Yes," said Hugo, hoarsely.
"Understood," Remy said.
I slid my free hand down my stomach and opened my thighs wide, so all three could see.
I was already wet.
I ran the rounded tip of the maple through the slick, up and down, and felt every ridge of the wood.
A noise came out of Alexis in the chair.
"Quiet," I said. "Watch."
I pressed the tip against my entrance and pushed.
It slid in smooth and slow, cool for one breath and then warm.
It filled me, and I tilted my head back and sighed.
"Oh, that's good," I said. "That's so good, Alexis."
"I sanded it for three nights," he whispered.
"I can tell."
I worked it in and out, slowly at first, and let them hear how wet I was.
I found the curve inside me and turned the angle until my hips lifted off the bed.
My other hand drifted to my clit and circled it.
"Tell us what you're thinking," Remy said, low.
"I'm thinking about you, Remy. About your cock in me every night, and how thick you are."
I pushed the maple deeper.
"I'm thinking about Hugo's mouth, and how closely he pays attention."
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