All Chapters of A Naughty Christmas Affair: Fake Dating My Ex Brothers : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Autumn Dad has escaped from small talk when I get back, and my three guys are standing off to one side. They move to me when I come back, each of them searching my face, probably trying to see if my mother pissed me off.I just shake my head and smile. “Typical my mom stuff,” I tell them. “Let’s keep looking around.”Mrs. Henderson has finished her song by then, and then someone else takes up the mic, it’s to make an announcement.“Just a reminder that we’re closing the sign-ups for the charity auction in twenty minutes,” the mayor says with a grin. “There’s a sign-up sheet near the door, and we’re happy to auction off anything you can think of. Want to get your teenagers out of the house this winter break? Auction off an hour of their time shoveling snow for the elderly. All the proceeds go to charity, and we have some great ones lined up this year. Most notably the shelter over in Shelton, which as you know, we partner with every year. Every little bit helps, folks!”Every year I a

Autumn “Why is the butter frozen?” Luke wants to know. “I thought you usually used room temp butter for baking.”“For some things, definitely. But scones are kind of like biscuits, where a lot of the flakiness and lift comes from butter melting. So you want it to be as cold as possible before it goes in the oven.” I explain that pie crusts are the same way and that’s why it’s so flaky and golden if done right. “We’d do the same kind of thing for a tart crust.”I take them through the basics, showing them how to measure dry ingredients. “Never scoop your measuring cup directly into the flour. It can get packed down and you’ll end up using double as much as you think you should. It’s best to weigh it. We want 250 grams of flour for this.”I squint at the scale, dumping flour in until it reads 224, and then add a tiny handful more. The scale ticks to exactly 250.“Impressive,” Benedict says, grinning. “You’ve got the touch.”“I just do this a lot. Can you add the rest of the dry ingredi

Autumn “I can’t believe you guys,” I say. “You’re brothers. You were always so close, and this is what your relationship fell apart over?”“You don’t understand—” Benedict starts, but I silence him with a look.“I think I finally do understand, actually. Your mother died, you sold your company, and it ruined you. It made you richer than everyone in Sweetwater Lake combined, but it ruined you all the same. And I don’t think you even understand why.”I wait, going silent for a beat to see if one of them is going to interrupt me. When they all stay quiet, I look at each of them in turn. “You were hurting. You lost your mother, and you felt lost. Isn’t that right?”There’s some hesitation, but then they all nod.“Elijah, why did you think taking the offer was a good idea?”He looks at me, then ducks his head to stare at the ground.“I wasn’t sure what else to do. None of us were thinking clearly, and I was worried that—” He swallows hard. “I was worried that I was going to fuck it up fo

Autumn Just like before, I can feel the other two watching, but I want them to see. It makes my skin buzz with heat, my body responding to the feeling of their gazes and the way Benedict kisses me.It’s deep, hungry, like he’s finally giving in to what he wanted to do at the bakery and intends to enjoy every bit of it now that he’s allowing himself to do so. Or now that I made the first move.Either way, it leaves my head spinning, and I have to gasp for breath when he pulls back.There’s a slightly smug expression on his face, and a mixture of arousal and mischief dancing in his eyes. “You want me and my brothers to get along, Heartbreaker?” he asks.I nod, licking my lips. I can taste him there, mingled with his brothers, and it makes my heart skip a beat. “Yeah,” I manage to pant. “That would be nice.”He smirks, leaning down to murmur in my ear. “Do you want us to show you how well we can get along when we have a common goal in mind?”It’s loud enough for his brothers to hear, ce

Autumn There are hands everywhere, ghosting over my curves, smoothing my hair back, touching my face, and I can’t keep track of which one of them is touching me where.Except for Benedict, fucking his fingers into me again and again, working me up even more until I feel like I’m strung so tightly.“You’re beautiful like this,” Luke murmurs. His hands move over my breasts, cupping and teasing them. “You look so good just letting us have our way with you.”Elijah snorts, but nods in agreement. “He’s right. You’re right where you’re supposed to be.”“Between the three of us, about to have your brain turned off by how good we’re going to make you feel,” Benedict says.All I can do is moan in response. I’m already most of the way there. I don’t know which one of them to lean into, which one of them to chase for more sensation, so I give up trying to figure it out and just let them do what they want. It’s the easiest, most pleasurable solution, clearly.They rise to the challenge beautiful