SiCela EstNoël
AnniKay

Sam/Mercedes/Puck

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Summary: Winter Break for the College Sophomores of the Learning French Series.
A time to reconnect with family and friends.

I'll Be Home for Christmas

Mercedes PoV

The two-hour ride back from Ann Arbor to Lima should have been fairly quick and uneventful. With so many helpful hands, it hadn't taken us long to load up Kev and Dev's vehicles, and the U-Haul the two couples were sharing. We checked out of the hotel at nine, everyone met at Angelo's Diner, near the brand new graduates' condos and had a really good diner breakfast before those who had to pull on out to make flights or to get home at a reasonable hour headed out. That still left Uncle Christophe, Uncle Ethan and Amanda, Uncle Bryant, Nadia and Melissant, Daniel and Riker, Saul and Mills, and a whole bunch of strong back and hands to get everything done quickly and efficiently. Franklin even helped while Hannah and Stacey watched those too little to do anything other than get under foot. We got on the road to Lima a little after one. Thankfully, we'd had such a big breakfast the only people who were hungry were the young kids, Jake and Stevie. And Momma knew teenage boys and young kids so they were covered on the snack side of things.

Of course, snacking toddlers and infants meant potty breaks and diaper changes. Thankfully, caravan though we were, everyone had cell phones, so when we needed to pull off outside of Toledo, we were able to communicate that throughout the whole family and stick together. We could have gone on, but the parents and grandmothers had all been adamant that we stay with the group. While we were waiting on everyone to finish up and get back in the cars, Brantley called us. I was so shocked when his name came up on the screen, I almost dropped my phone. Brantley didn't call…he emailed, he texted, he IMed, he facetimed…but if he was calling something was seriously up.

"Are you all still gonna be back in NYC the Saturday after Christmas?" he asked a little abruptly once the pleasantries had been seen to.

"Yeah, we've got studio time booked that afternoon. Why?" Puck asked him in return.

"What would you say to five hundred grand to party the night away on New Year's Eve?"

Sam gave the phone a weird look. "I'd say are we being paid that or being asked to pay that."

Brantley's laugh was a lot warmer than you'd expect given how plain NEW YORK he always seemed. "Man, you'd be getting paid that, Sam. I know that you three don't like to leave your house for anything but school and work."

"Who needs to leave when they have the good-good at home." Puck shot back.

"The band will be back by then…" I murmured trying to think if we could get a performance together that quick.

"Naw…it isn't for a performance. They just want you guys to come, hit the VIP, mingle…If you guys will be seen at Provocateur ringing in the new year, you earn a cool five hundred large." Brantley explained. "I've got them on the other line right now."

Puck got a devious look on his face. "How many people can we bring? We were trying to figure out how we could party with our friends that night. There are thirteen of us plus significant others, the bros and brides, Darcy, Hudson, and you, if you want in. See if you can get them to okay us rolling twenty-five deep."

"Hold up." Brantley said and we could hear him talking on what was probably the phone at his desk. That guy was a serious workaholic. He came back to his cell a few minutes later. "I need names and ages…no one not at least twenty. However, since I'm just that damn good, I've got you, you three plus twenty-five. They would like to run a promotion…anyone who gets there between ten and eleven and mentions KAMA…would get in free."

"I'm down with that. That place is hella expensive. Some guy took Bubbie there trying to show off. The drink prices are no joke though so he got humiliated when his card stopped going through like an hour into the date. She told Mom all about it. Bubbie had tried to get him to chill…but he couldn't see that she didn't give a rat's ass…" Puck added.

Sam and I quickly thought it through and we decided that we were good too. "We'll get you the names and ages later tonight. Tell them you will have it to them by Monday…then go home. What are you even doing at the office. It's the Sunday before Christmas?"

"I'll let them know. I was waiting on the last of the contracts for your tour to get in. I need to get it all ready to email to Ethan for a double check. You guys will need to sign them the Monday after you get back so we can get shit all locked down. Lyor wants to start the early promos before the end of January. The tickets for the first concerts will need to be available by Valentine's at the absolute latest." He explained diligently. He got off with the booking agent from Provocateur and came back to us. "Which reminds me, I've talked to the guys who did the stage for the VMAs and the ones who just handled the set for the AMAs. We're in talks to buy those stages, so we don't have to build our own. Just wanted to give you a heads up."

"Okay. I didn't even think about sets. So…we'll need a transfer truck too?" Sam said thoughtfully. "I mean; we're covered on the buses. There is the instrument hauler…we'd still need an actual big rig even if those two are the only sets we have."

Brantley sounded thoughtful. "Maybe two. Mr. Cohen, Haja and Hummel are talking major ass production level for this tour…so probably need one for costuming and tech and one for sets. I'll talk to the guys who made the sets and see if there is any way they can make them look somewhat different and make the levels more flexible but still safe. That way the configuration can be changed for it…maybe even twice…to give you some variety of sets without having to do as much changing and as much hauling."

"Alright…email them and then go home. Man, we love that you're loyal and dedicated…but you are making me feel like Scrooge McDuck right now." Puck told him with a laugh.

"Puck, man…you mean Ebenezar Scrooge…Scrooge McDuck was a skinflint…ya know what? Never mind." Brantley laughed. "Now, I'm gonna have the damn Duck Tales' theme song in my head all day. Bye. Enjoy the rest of Hanukkah and have a Merry Christmas." He signed off.

Nikki came skipping back with Hudson and Momma and once we got her into her booster seat and Hudson was buckled in…if Puck joked about her needing her own booster seat more time, she was probably gonna slug him…we got back on the road. As we motored down I-75, we brought Hudson up to speed on our new New Year's Eve plans and started the process of coordinating with our crew to get all the names and ages that Brantley needed to send to the club. As soon as we had everyone's agreement to go…and yeah…no one was allowed to say no…then Hudson started coordinating the travel. Since all of our peeps would still be in Lima then, it was actually pretty easy. Dev, Kev, Tonya and Tricie would be in New York already. Mom and Dad had gotten Bubbie Ruth a family portrait package, so everyone was going back to the city with us and returning to Lima the afternoon of the first. Then the dads were going to help 'the bros and brides' as Puck called them, drive down to Atlanta to start the next phase of their lives.

As soon as we arrived in Lima, our entire caravan of family decided that they were going to our new house first. I overheard Uncle Bryant telling Saul that he wasn't missing us seeing the place for the first time for love nor money. When we pulled up in front of the palatial estate, I suddenly understood all the whispering among the parental units whenever we mentioned the house. Hell, I'd been warned and I was still in a state of shock. We pulled into the courtyard, but for some reason, I didn't even think about pulling into one of the four garage bays. George and Sander were both looking sheepish as Sam and Puck turned to them with a total look of WTF.

"I will readily admit that this is not the good sized six bedroom house you were probably expecting." Sander started out. I could tell that he was seriously embarrassed. His accent was just that thick. "We got a little bit carried away."

"Dude…this place looks like it should be on Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous." Puck shot back.

Sam looked completely out of his element. "How much did this even cost?"

George was blushing so hard he looked like a tomato. "Little shy of eight hundred and fifty thousand. Then your moms gave your decorator a budget of another two hundred and fifty thousand."

"I didn't think we'd planned on spending that much." I groaned. It wasn't that uber-significant, in the whole scheme of things…but being over extended wasn't a good thing.

I said as much and Angel Mom shook her head. "No, we kept everything to cash purchases. No credit was used…and when the appraisers finished going over everything…they appraised it at three point four five million. You guys have made your initial outlay back already times three." She assured us.

"Wait…this place is worth how much?" I heard Devon ask as the four of them joined us where we were standing in the yard like a bunch of 'Boo-Boo da fools'. "Damn, MeDe…you got room for your brothers?"

"Hell if I know." I shot back. "But seems like I should have room for the population of a small third world nation."

Gabby laughed for a solid minute. "Devon…you and Tonya are on the third floor with MeMaw…Kevon and Tricie, you two are up there too." She told them with a grin. "If that's okay with Commune?"

"Hell yeah," we all said as one.

"Y'all are not about to have the three of us rumbling round in that mausoleum alone." Sam told his mother. "You can assign the rooms…since A, it sounds like you already have, and B, we have no clue as to how many people we can even keep, let alone where the rooms are."

"Okay, good." Angel Mom said with a laugh. "Family gather around." She called out loudly. It took no time at all for them to do so, they were already as close as they could get without it looking like they were trying to eavesdrop. Gabby was way more prepared than she probably should have been. We had five family members who rarely…like not since I was little…spent Christmas in Lima who had decided to come down for the holiday rather than returning to their homes. But she handed out the room assignments like she'd planned things this way all along. "So then like I said, Kevon and Patrice you guys are in the medium guest room next to MeMaw's suite. Its immediately to the left when you come off the elevator. Devon and Tonya, you two have the larger guest room across from the elevator. Would one of you guys help my Mom get her stuff to her room."

"Of course, Angel Mom." Kevon was quick to agree.

"Thank you. I know you'd have done it anyway…but still I had to ask. So, Christophe…you've got the smallest guest room on that floor. It's just off the main stairs. Umm…the attic has Bubbie's suite. Daniel and Riker…you've got the room above Kevon and Tricie, the one behind the elevator. Bryant…you and Nadia have the larger bedroom on that floor. Melissant, you're young and your back is strong…you're on the pull out sofa in the rec room. Hudson, your suite is on the second floor. Ethan and Amanda you have the only guest room on that floor. It's a medium sized room, but do not worry because you won't have your kids. Danica said that you cannot have Avery and Adam back until it is time for y'all to head back to New York. No for real. She has turned Amara and Amaea's room into toddler central. They are going to have a blast."

Gabby muttered too low for me to hear her and counted off something on her fingers. When she reached six she nodded satisfied. "Alright, that's all that's here. Umm. Mrs. Mary Jane and Mrs. Essie…you two still planning on heading on up tomorrow?" she confirmed. Both of my great aunts nodded. I should have known that they were just here to see our reaction to the house. They would never miss Christmas with their grandbabies. Which was completely understandable. "Okay, you two are sharing the guest room at Becah and George's tonight. Tessa was determined that you stay with her the one night you're in town this time Mrs. Essie. Franklin, Hannah, I know you are heading out tomorrow to St. Paul to have Christmas with Mrs. Rosamarie, so you two have the pull out in Dani and Hell Bent's family room tonight. Hawk and Hart will join their cousins in the twin's room. Grandma Mae, you have your usual guest room." AKA my old room. I thought to myself. "Saul and Mills…you guys are with Jake…I think that is everyone. So I guess George…shall we show the kids their home?"

"Yes, please." Sam, Noah and I said together. I was sure that Sam was definitely wanting to get the show on the road. Nikki was small and light…when we first picked her up. But he'd been holding her for the entire time his mom had been telling the family where they would be staying. In fact, all the small children in the group were being carried by one of the family's many strong men.

We walked up the wide, bread colored paver in a herringbone patterned walkway and up the three steps to the wide but not very deep porch. George used three different keys to unlock the beautiful double front doors. "Like the Rangemen did for us in Manhattan, the locks were changed after the decorator and their crew did their final walk through on Friday." He said as he handed each of us a round Tiffany's alphabet key ring containing the keys to our home. He'd used the N to unlock the door and handed Sam and I the S and M respectively. We stepped into a beautiful foyer. It was not huge…maybe eight by eight…off to the right was a beautiful curving stair case. The floor was a dark ivory marble with a beautiful scrolling stone work squared 'medallion' that shown in the light of the contemporary, twelve light chandelier. Directly across from the door a large piece of stained glass art of a Celtic trefoil knot was backlit in its rich mahogany frame. Under it rested a console table with gorgeous, dark brown, wrought iron scrolls between the thin set legs and a panel of it across the front. On the dark ivory stone table top, rested three object d'art bowls, two wildly differing, contemporary silver pieces bracketed a green glass bowl that somehow seemed to tie the space together. Off to the left there was a coat closet and a hallway leading further into the house.

But instead of taking us off to the left, he led us, past the stairs and into the great room. The room, with its seriously open ceilings beautiful fireplace and amazingly looking furnishings was DOMINATED by a sixteen-foot-tall, Eastern Red Cedar tree in a big ass gray stone pot. It was professionally decorated in silver, blue and purple with a million twinkling white lights. Atop the tree was a lighted crystal six pointed star, our initials were made of LED strings embedded into the cut glass. It was amazing and gorgeous. There were quite a few presents already under the tree. I looked at them weirdly. "Your mothers figure we'll all come over and open most of the gifts here." George said with a smile. "We all have a few under our trees too because empty trees are depressing…Danica's words not mine…but the bulk of them are here." I looked over the great room a little more. The furniture was beautiful, but comfortable looking. A large, light beige, tufted three seater, a tufted, teal loveseat and matching arm chairs were arranged in a conversational arch across from the fireplace. Above whose dark cherry mantle was a beautiful piece of abstract art in teals and aquas and grays and white. The art was framed in a beautiful mahogany frame just like the one around the stained glass in the foyer.

"The TVs in here and in the den, are both hidden behind motorized art work." Daddy explained to us with a tone of voice that clearly wanted us to be as impressed with that fact as he was.

We were. "Damn, that's so cool." Sam breathed. Noah and I said something similar, just minus the mild curse word…after all Noah was holding Nikki and I could not curse in front of Auntie MJ and Essie.

The room's décor played with more shades of teal and cream with pops of red and rust in the throw pillows and object d'art on the room's shelves and the mantle. Huge banks of ivory curtains had been drawn back to reveal a wall of folding doors that led out to a beautiful terrace. The great room itself was open to a great, gourmet kitchen with a breakfast bar that sat five separated from a big, prep island with an extra-large, deep, apron front, stainless steel sink that was divided into two parts with one part significantly larger than the other. The counters were all a beautiful gray quartz with insane amounts of white and silver and darker gray veins throughout. The islands and wall cabinets were, like the floors, from renewable bamboo. Their lines were stark and modern and gorgeous. They were all stained a deep, rich, dark honey color. I loved that kitchen immediately. Then I saw the appliances. "Is that…" I fought back tears of joy. "Are those Sub-Zero and Wolf appliances?" I asked with a heart full of joy.

"Yes…all but the dishwashers, those are Mieles." Momma told me. "So you know we're cooking Christmas dinner over here."

I wiped away tears of happiness. I wanted to live in that kitchen. "Un huh." I agreed. I quickly checked out the large refrigerator, the double wall ovens, the in counter steamer, the forty-eight-inch cooktop with a down draft vent system, the built in coffee system and cup warmer and wept a little more. Looking at the drawer microwave and the beautiful dishwashers that went perfectly with other appliances. I went over to the tall floor to ceiling cabinet and opened it to find a commercial grade soft serve ice cream maker, a Wolf four slice toaster, matching blender and two, two, professional grade KitchenAid five quart stand mixers. I was so happy I could have almost cried. We checked out the breakfast nook which had a banquette that would comfortably seat nine. It was set off to the side and matched all the other wood around it. You could look out of the large windows behind the banquette to the beautiful back yard. We came back towards the front of the house and saw the food and butler pantries waiting to be stocked.

The butler pantry housed a twenty-four-inch-wide, Sub-Zero wine fridge that was at least as tall as I was…probably taller. "You will want to pick out some china." Angel Mom told me with a smile.

"Oh…I can't wait." I almost moaned. I knew I was weird for a twenty-year-old. But I really did love home goods and making a house into my home. That it was a whole lot of house to personalize wasn't dampening my nesting heart at all.

The butler's pantry led into the dining room. Despite all the modern furnishings throughout the rest of the communal areas, the dining room was furnished in either actual antiques or amazingly well done knockoffs. They were even from my favorite 'Louis the fifteenth' or 'Louis the Beloved' time period. The mahogany table, bas d'armoire, china cabinet and chairs were all finished in what had once been crystal clear lacquer, stained only by the time period. The chairs were re-upholstered in Belgian linen, six and the two armed chairs were done in ivory with subtle damask and the other eight armless chairs were done in a beautiful gray damask. The chairs alternated around the table and it looked more beautiful than I could put into words. Above the table was a chandelier that fit the time period, a mass of silver and crystal and light that shown beautifully. The walls were covered in a silvery ivory wallpaper with contemporary sworls that blended together to mimic a more traditional damask.

Sander took the lead and showed us the first floor power room, the aforementioned elevator, the mud area, which had lockers…like for real lockers, not metal though, bamboo faced to fit the rest of wood of the floor. There was a small porch and entrance from the courtyard there. We could have used it to come in, but the front was better. Then he showed us the 'main laundry' which had two massive, professional washers and dryers, and a smaller Maytag high efficiency set that was much more like what I was used to. The bamboo cabinetry in that room was much lighter than those in the kitchen and pantries, almost the natural color of the wood. The counters were stainless steel as was the very wide, double utility sink. "This room will really only be used for times when the whole house is full. Which reminds me…don't worry about trying to clean up behind everyone. You moms are going to get Merry Maids back in here to do a deep cleaning once everyone heads back to their homes after Christmas." He assured us.

Along the tour, we'd lost several of those who were staying with us as they used the stairs or the elevator to take their stuff up to their rooms. But my Great-aunts were following us step for step. Our next steps took us back through the foyer to the side of the house that would be our 'home' inside the huge house. The first room we saw was the den. It was a nice sixteen by sixteen room with a fireplace and was decorated as a place to read or watch TV or just relax with each other. It had a large pretty, gray modular sectional with a big, raspberry colored storage ottoman. The gray of the really big couch was broken up with red and gray throw pillows of different sizes and fabrics. There was an iHome docking station on the mantel and the art work that covered it was a study of red and a storm of grays. Windows bracketed the gas fireplace. They were covered in room darkening red curtains with Moroccan trellis details that matched several of the pillows. On the interior walls on either side of the fireplace, were big built in 'media cabinets' that would hold books and games and movies and everything we'd want them to hold. The walls were silver…most of them rather plain, just textured, silvery gray wallpaper, but the fireplace wall's paper shown vertical waves of gray, silver and beige. It was certainly lovely. Unlike all the chandeliers and pendant lights in the great room and other common areas, the den had a more normal semi-flush mount ceiling light that went really well with the table lamps on the two wooden end tables with their clean lines. The decorator must have realized that Nikki would be in this room a lot so the end tables didn't have the glass of those in the great room.

We exited the pretty, darker honey colored, hard wood doors and went into Nikki…and Beth…the girls' room across the hall. Her floors were the same as all the others in the house, as far as I could see. The walls were painted a very light aqua color with teal, aqua and lavender butterflies flying out of the baseboard of the wall across from the bedroom door. She had her own bathroom. The floor tiles were really light beige with veins of light gray. Those veins were brought out by the light gray color of the subway tiles on the walls. The monotony of the rectangular wall tiles was broken by almost random rows of diamond tiles in the same exact color throughout. The small three-piece bathroom had a nice glass enclosed shower tub combo, a toilet with a wooden step stool in front of it and a medium walnut furniture looking vanity. The tub, toilet and sink were all made of whiter than white porcelain. We could definitely make it more eight-year-old girl friendly, but that wouldn't be too difficult.

From there I looked into the bedroom proper. The room was very good sized…even without the bathroom, the main part of the bedroom was the same size as the den. All the furniture was white. There were two loft/bunk beds, twin over full facing each other across the room. The accent wall held two white desks with hutches and comfy looking chairs. While the beds, dressers, nightstands, toy boxes and bookcases all had very modern lines, the desks and chairs were designed along more romantic…princessy curved lines. Those lines were mirrored in a lot of the décor. The best description of the room was modern and cleanly whimsical. The five-light chandelier with its pale pinkish-ivory drop down, bell shaped, glass shades…the white Victorian wall mirror, the bases of the butterfly and bloom bed side lamps, the whimsical love bird and butterfly desk lamps…the butterfly and ladybugs and blooms on a light sky background area rug that softened the dark honey bamboo floors…the light colored and deceptively airy blackout curtains, light ivory area rug with purple, pink and teal butterflies that covered quite a lot of the floor…other than the furniture, the room spoke of air and whimsy and light. It was perfect. Nikki was so happy with her room that we left her there with her bag of toys and electronics to play. "Nikki, the Wi-Fi password is on a piece of paper in your center desk drawer. Oh, your desk is the one with the butterfly lamp." Becah told her helpfully.

We left her to her play, after reminding her that she couldn't get on the bed with her shoes on, and made our way into our suite. The master suite was hot like fire. It had a stepped tray ceiling over the bedroom part. But in addition to the bedroom, the suite also gave us our own bathroom, a sitting area, and a private terrace. The bedroom area was really big, easily the same size as Nikki's bedroom, bathroom and closet combined. The rooms walls were painted a creamy, blushish ivory. One accent wall was papered in a Moroccan Trellis paper in black, dark gray, that same creamy, blushish ivory and a darker beige in the same color family as the ivory. I loved the wall paper…it's pattern was little like a traditional Moroccan trellis pattern on an acid trip. It was truly gorgeous. On the wall papered wall rested the big ass, dark wood, four poster bed with the cleanest lines I'd ever seen. Hell, it was positively geometric. It had rails at the top that would make it easy to hand sheers or even black out curtains around the bed like in the Gryffindor dorms. The bed was made with stark black and white linens. The bank of pillows looked comfortable and soft, but the WHITE duvet cover with the thick black border line was way too white for a bed where its occupants were very into making love to each other as often as humanly possible.

On either side of the bed were two, almost black the wood was so dark, nightstands, again with clean and modern lines. They each had an open back shelf and then two drawers. Atop each rested a contemporary table lamp…bold black circles filled with LED fibers rested on black metal rectangular bases. The lamp came out of the circle in a thick black column. The lamp shades were simple almost white drum shades. The table lamps matched seriously tall floor lamps that illuminated the sitting area. The windows in the room were covered by white and black curtains that looked identical to the duvet cover. In the center of the room's tray ceiling was a pretty crystal and silver chandelier that was a study of curves against all the lines of the rest of the room. That was an almost weird dichotomy that made the chandelier stand out beautifully.

On the wall across from the bed a total of four dark, almost black, dressers stood against the pale wall. They were so close to each other that they looked like one big unit. Two tall ones bracketed two shorter ones. Above the dressers was a big framed mirror. It was aimed directly at the bed. I noticed Puck's smile and immediately realized that he was imagining us making love on the bed, watching it in the mirror. Gabby came forward, "now the mirror is also a sixty-five-inch 4K HD smart TV. You just push a button and you'll have TV rather than the mirror. Push it back and you're back on the mirror."

"That's as cool as the art covered ones." I muttered.

We looked over to the sitting area and there was another TV over there on very contemporary TV stand in the same uber dark wood as the bed. The TV stand and TV acted as a room divider. Across from it there were three chesterfield chairs, two charcoal ones flanking a white one with a low black and white coffee table in front of them. On the floor was a deep pile, maybe faux, white fur rug, I wanted to run my toes through that thing pretty badly. In fact, I kind of wanted to move that coffee table and roll naked on the rug with Sam and Noah. To the left, there were folding doors that exited out onto our private terrace. We stepped out there and it was already fully furnished as well. Like our private balcony in Chicago, there was a bar cart with a cooler out there. The seating was a pretty corner sectional, which was up against a big window that was shaded and almost mirrored from out there, and the other side was against the five-foot-tall, rectangular cut, evergreen shrubs that blocked our terrace from the back yard. Which was awesome because I was sure that Noah or Sam would want to christen it just as much as we had the balcony in Chicago. We quickly went back in…it was cold out there…besides we needed to see the bathroom still.

It turned out, the bathroom was worth the wait. I walked in and it was beauteous. The floor was still the same dark honey bamboo…but the cabinetry was a lighter honey stained bamboo. The walls were tiled in a gray stone subway tile with pretty veins of darker beigish grey throughout. Like Nikki's bathroom the normal subway tile lines were broken with random rows of diamonds of the same tile. It worked great for me. But where the wall tiles went all the way up all the walls in her bathroom, for the most part they only went up to about my neck level and then the tiles were capped with a tile molding that matched the wall tiles. Above the tiles the walls were painted the same color as the darker, beigish grey, but it was definitely a slightly shiny paint job. Across from the door into the bathroom, was a wall of pure, crystal clear glass through which I could see a great shower setup. The shower was tiled floor to ceiling in the stone subway tiles, including a bench against the back wall. The two rain showerheads were wide chrome squares that hung from the ceiling, there were also twelve square body jets in the wall two tile walls and a detachable wand shower head. The door to the shower was next to Sam and Noah's counter top with their two white, rectangular, ceramic, counter top sinks and the shiny chrome faucets.

The bamboo cabinets were all topped with a sea pearl quartzite from Brazil. It was a stunning white and ivory stone with subtle tones of gray and light green. It looked beautiful in the room even against the darker wall tile. Across from the double sink section was my area, along the interior wall. The cabinetry, countertop, sink and faucet were all the same, but there was a tall, floor to ceiling cabinet, and a vanity section on my side that wasn't there on the guys. Under the vanity section was a pretty little vanity bench that looked really comfortable. Looking beyond the sinks and shower there was a big ass window that looked out onto our private terrace. From inside the bathroom the window seemed very barely tinted. That was really wicked cool. Under the window, on a tiled platform, sat big, beautiful, white porcelain, rectangular, contemporary bath tub with a sexy, shiny chrome faucet.

But that wasn't all there was to the bathroom, I walked back the way I came and explored the rest of the bathroom. I noticed a set of stairs, but decided to go down those once I'd seen the rest of the bathroom. There was a water closet, tiled in the same manner as the rest of the bathroom, which contained a toilet and a bidet. Across from the water closet was a linen closet. Beyond that was the big ass walk in closet…they already had a great closet organization system in place and I couldn't wait to unpack my shoes. The guys had been waiting on me to go and see what was down the stairs. We stepped off the bottom stair into a tricked out home gym. There were workout machines that had both Sam and Puck drooling. I found the spin bike, treadclimber, and the balance and yoga balls interesting. But I didn't really geek out over any of it, let alone roman chairs or power towers. The exercise room had its own bathroom with a small linen closet, large shower and double sink setup. I loved the fact that it was done up the exact same as the master bath. On the other end, under the bath tub and terrace, was a laundry room that had two built in cabinets, a top of the line LG washer and dryer pair, utility sink and cabinet, a hamper and a rolling, double garment rack. This was the laundry room that I'd use for our part of the house. It was neat and well designed. I liked it a lot.

However, as we'd been walking through I'd realized that shopping was a damn must. I started mentally making lists. I loved the house. It was perfect. The decorator had gotten me off to a freaking awesome start, but I'd have so much fun getting things ready for this to be our real home. The condo in Chicago would be where we played. New York and LA would be where we worked…but Lima would be our home.

Sam PoV

The rest of the walk through went pretty quickly. We saw the wine cellar, which was really just a nice sized, completely wooden room that was waiting on wine. Then we saw the bar area, the game room and the rec room. We saw the power room, and geeked out over the sixteen-person home theatre. We walked through the storage and mechanical area then we saw the home studio…Oh my f'ing G…we had a home studio. We could record an album in our house! There were even instruments in there like waiting on us. And not crappy ones. But the more we walked around the more we realized that there was a hell of a lot of work to get done before too long. Like the bathrooms looked great, but they were missing important things like toilet paper and actually usable, non-decorative towels…and wash clothes. The kitchen didn't have food, or plates or pots or anything that made it functional.

Puck and I looked over at each other in dawning horror. There was no way we weren't going to get sucked into shopping. We needed to have some time the next day well away from Mercy. With that thought in mind, I decided to come up with a plan of action. By the time we'd been shown our home office and library on the second floor, I knew what I needed to do. "I've got it. Mercy, let's see the rest of the house tomorrow. Now let's make a Target run and get stuff so the bathrooms functional and people can get baths. For tonight we can get paper plates and stuff and order Chinese food. Then we can do a bunch of online shopping and just fork out the extra to have stuff here by Christmas eve. Tomorrow, we can go back to that that huge shopping plaza we went to last time we were home and get everything else. We can put together a grocery list and get Tessa and Jake to do the grocery shopping while we get the other stuff." And while we're at the Easton Town Center, I was sure that Puck and I would be able to break away from our beautiful woman long enough to make sure that her Christmas gift either was ready or would be…and that it would be delivered as scheduled.

"Damn, Sam, that's perfect." Mercy gave me a huge hug. "I'll get Dev and Kev to go with us too. Help with the heavy lifting." With so many people, it actually didn't take much time at all to unload all the cars and such. We took Nikki with us rather than getting someone to stay home with her, so that she could go potty if needed.

Target, late Sunday night was actually surprisingly empty considering how close we were to Christmas. So it only took us a couple of hours to get soap, towels and wash clothes for eighteen, paper towels, toilet paper to cover sixteen bathrooms, laundry stuff, big things of paper plates and utensils and huge packs of water…like so many that I started to think we should have hit Sam's Club or Costco instead. We also got some day to day dishes, cereal and milk and just some hold us until we could get things better stocked stuff. We'd gotten home, how weird was it that I already thought of it as home, at around four, seen about half of the house and unloaded our stuff, then got to Target around seven and made it home with all that stuff, and Chinese for dinner by ten…we'd not done too bad. Mercedes, Tonya and Patrice were awesome. They figured out how to work the industrial laundry machines and by the time we all finished dinner, we were able to give a very sleepy little girl her bath and get her into her 'Pretty Pegasus' pajamas and between the sheets of her new bed. We made sure that her tablet and cell were charging and noticed that she'd unpacked her picture frame of Ms. Shirling and set it up on her nightstand. I was pretty sure that she was sleep before we left the room. We left the door open and went back out to the great room where everyone was congregated with their electronics, sitting around reading and talking and socializing under the lights of the tree.

"So, Have Mercy, what do you need us to do?" Daniel asked once we got settled with our laptops and started looking at lists.

Mercy looked at our family for a while then she smiled big enough to confuse the moon into setting thinking that the sun had risen. "Thank you guys so much. I guess the first thing to do is figure out what we need, then we can see what we can order online and actually get in time…versus what we'll need to go and buy in person to be able to have it in time."

So we hashed out all the things…including more towels and such, regular pots and special occasion pots, things like Dutch ovens and crock pots, dishes and glasses and silverware and serving ware and baking tools and pans and such…and all of that was just the kitchen. Mercy wanted to get area rugs for a few places and different ones for a few more. She needed to get day to day needs like soap, dish soap and dishwasher detergent. "You'll want nice bathmats for the bathrooms. The hardwood floors are gorgeous…protecting them is a necessity. Plus, for little Nikki and Beth's bathroom, you'll want to have the bathmats for safety." Me Maw advised, so we added those to the list too.

Hudson chimed in that we should stock both the main laundry room and our private one. "But since you got a little bit of that stuff at Target tonight, we can order that from Amazon as usual. It can be here as soon as tomorrow."

"Let's do all the soaps, paper products, cleaning supplies and such that way too." Puck chimed in. "Make sure that we get what we like, what we're used to."

It took us a couple more hours, but by the time everyone was ready to pack it in for the night, Mercedes, Noah and I had picked out three fine china patterns and they were ordered from the Mikasa website along with crystal stemware and a set of bone china from Lenox there may have been more crystal stemware from there too, I wasn't sure. Serve ware and serving platters and bowls and such were all ordered both low end, regular Sunday dinner sets and ritzy holiday sets. Wayfair probably loved us even if their shipping department hated us. Mercedes was hella happy.

So happy that we christened the shower, with some ultra-steamy, pressing her titties on the glass, hour long, shower sex. Hell, I was shocked that we didn't run out of hot water. But I was feeling so good being buried balls deep in Mercy while Noah was tonguing my ass…I was pretty sure if the water had gone stone cold…we might not have noticed. Despite the late night, we were still up pretty early the next morning. Mercy was excited to head out to go shopping. Noah was all amped up to get to Columbus to check on her big Christmas gift…to be honest so was I. but I was also very excited to try out the Bowflex PR1000 down in the home gym. Of course, given the fact that we'd not worked out beyond sex for over a week, as soon as we'd checked on Nikki and gotten her set with some cereal and orange juice at the breakfast bar, I dragged Mercy and Puck with me to try out our new equipment.

We did a circuit of four machines, fifteen minutes on each. Mainly it was to learn which ones we each liked and would therefore use most often. There was a TV in the exercise room so we put it on one of the channels that played music like a radio. After a short warm up, I started with the dream machine, the Bowflex. Mercy did her first run at the Treadclimber. Noah started out on the power tower. Nikki got bored with her tablet and came down and she and Daniel's little sister, Melissant figured out how to get in from the rec room… the door in was kind of hidden. Nikki played on the recumbent bike and Mellie did some time on the regular treadmill while Mercy tried out the glute and ham machine. Her ass looked amazing while she was working on it, but I could tell that that would probably be the only time she did that machine…ever. I watched her from the power tower and Noah was looking over at her from the medicine ball. The third round saw Mercy on the weird 'bean' thing that was supposed to work on abs. I'd hoped that she would have ignored that one. Neither Puck nor I wanted her to have abs. We had abs, we loved making love to her and feeling her soft little belly under us. I grumbled to myself as I used the Roman chair to do hyper extended sit-ups. Puck was running on the treadmill like he was trying to figure out exactly how far he could run if he maintained a fast lope for fifteen minutes.

Our last cycle saw Mercy doing fifteen minutes of aerobic spin, while Puck took on the PR1000 and I worked my ass and legs on the glute and ham machine. Nikki and Mellie had ditched us to go shower and get dressed upstairs. They got along great considering that Mellie was twice Nikki's age. I kind of thought that she just liked having someone who looked up to her like she did her big brother. We finished up our workout and you knew that it was a good work out because we were all drenched as hell when we finished it. I grabbed a quick shower in the bathroom off the gym while Mercy and Puck took to the tub and shower in our master bath to get clean. I took care getting dressed. There was no way in hell I was going to a car dealership looking like somebody's poor relation. So I put on a pair of nice black Dockers and a deep green Henley with my black all weather boots. Puck must have thought the same thing, because he was neatly and nicely dressed too. Our Baby, was looking very beautiful in a purple cashmere sweater dress, black tights and walking boots. Mellie had helped Bubbie get our Lil Darlin' dressed in a really cute teal version of her MeDe's outfit too, without even knowing it. Turned out everyone was kind of waiting on us. Bubbie and MeMaw were going to stay close to home, to be there when the next day guaranteed deliveries arrived. They were also going to handle getting a list together for Jake and Tessa to get groceries. Bubbie was going to go with the two of them so she could stock the wine cellar and bar.

We all packed into the three SUVs that were in the garage bays and the last one that was in the snowy courtyard. The fourth was holding the Bros & Brides' U-Haul. Noah was behind the wheel of the Tahoe. He usually drove in the snow. Me and Mercy had to give credit where it was due, he was damn good at driving in the snow…better even than Mercy who was awesome at it. And damn sure better than me. Tennessee got snow, but not like Ohio. The drive to Columbus was pretty quick. During it Mercy got up with the girls of the crew and invited them to come see the house…and help us unpack all the stuff we were buying that day and that should hopefully have been delivered by the time we got home. Santana assured us that she'd probably move in before we got back. Mercedes laughed as she shared that one with the rest of us. Then she texted Santana back that we were sorry but there was no room at the inn.

"So Hudson, we didn't get a chance to check out the bedrooms upstairs, is your room okay?" Mercy asked our PA.

"It's really lovely." Hudson rushed to tell us. "There is a built in desk between two bookshelves…almost like it was designed just for me by someone who knew how much I love to read." She breathed. "The furniture is all a cherry tone, so it all looks incredible with the dark honey of the floors. The bed is a queen sized one, so it's nice and roomy…but not too too big. The nightstands are actually bookshelves too. The lamps are beautiful Tiffany glass ones that I can just touch and they come on. I'd like…I mean if it's okay…I'd like to look for a rug for the floor."

I smiled at her hesitancy. "Hud, as far as we are concerned that is your room. Like your room yours. You can do whatever you want to it. If you'd told us last night, we'd have ordered whatever you wanted…but something tells me this is something you want to do for you, so go ahead."

"Yeah…I mean; you've officially been adopted into the big ass Puckerman/Altman-Jones-Evans clan. You'll be coming home with us for all future holidays. Even if you lost your mind and decided to go and find another job…come Thanksgiving and Christmas, you'd better have your ass up those stairs and in that room, Miss Missy." Puck told her honestly.

Hudson smiled a trembling but tremendous smile. "In that case…do you think this place has a book store?"

Turned out they did. They had a Barnes and Noble. They also had a Crate and Barrel, William Sonoma and a Sur La Table. On top of those desperately needed stores, they had Macy's, Nordstrom's and more clothing stores than one could shake a stick at. Then there were the places like the Apple Store, Build-A-Bear and the American Girl Store. We lost track of time and realized that we'd been there for a few hours and hadn't gone where we needed to go. Just as we were freaking out, Mercy gave us the perfect excuse to slip away and get her gift checked on. "You guys take Hudson and disappear for at least an hour. I want to do something special for her to make sure she fully knows she's family."

We took her words to heart. As soon as we arrived at the Mercedes dealership, Hudson asked to be shown to Jason Dwyer, the new car sales manager and the man who had been personally handling our long distance transaction. The tall, red haired man shook our hands and we immediately got to work. "Now, I've got to admit that this is first time I've had a custom job called in like this. Thank you for choosing Mercedes Benz of Easton for your wife's Christmas gift."

Noah was in full Puck mode. "Please tell me it's here." He asked quickly.

Mr. Dwyer nodded reassuringly. "Yes. We have your twenty-fifteen E300-4Matic sedan, in the custom blend of Lunar Blue and Cardinal Red with just enough Diamond Silver Metallic to bring it to Ms. Jones favorite shade of purple with a nice silver sheen. Eighteen inch twin five spoke wheels…we went with the Sport Wheel exterior package, since you preferred the Mercedes grill rather than the plain grill and the Mercedes hood ornament. The car has the black/titanium grey pearl exclusive Nappa leather interior and natural grain black ash wood trim which comes with all three premium packages. She will have heated and ventilated front seats, comfort suspension with selective damping system, luxury styling, and topstitched dash trim. She will have a Parking Pilot, rearview camera, blind spot assist, rear cross-traffic alert, rapid heating feature for front seats. One of our newest features is the keyless-go…which is a push button start system. I'm sure she will enjoy the electronic trunk closer, hands-free access, Burmester surround sound system, Sirius XM radio with 6-month all access trial."

I interrupted. "Hudson, please make sure that you get that set up for auto renewal for her."

"Of course, Sam…a Diva cannot get her radio all set then have it expire." Hudson said with a smile.

Jason Dwyer wasn't a fool he quickly agreed. "No that just wouldn't do." He joked. He returned to the brochure to continue showing us everything the car came equipped with. "The car has NFC wireless charging, LED intelligent light system headlamps, adaptive high-beam assist, active multi-contour front seats with massage, air balance cabin-air purification system, air balance cabin fragrance system…I believe you selected the Downtown Mood for Ms. Jones' system."

I nodded. "Yes. Hudson got her to smell all four options…she liked that one the best."

"Very good. The last of the interior features is the power rear-window sunshade. The active safety features that are included in her car are the distance pilot Distronic and steering assist, head-up display, evasive steering assist, active lane keeping assist, active lane change assist, active blind spot assist, active brake assist with cross-traffic function, congestion emergency braking, speed limit pilot…don't worry…that's just an interactive version of the old fashion cruise control." He explained when Puck gave him a strange look. "She'll have a surround view system, pre-safe impulse side, pre-safe plus, and active emergency stop assist. Her new car will keep her safe as houses."

I noticed he hadn't mentioned one feature I'd been sure we selected. "We did get the warmth and comfort package with the heated steering wheel, right?"

Mr. Dwyer checked the paper work. "Yes, her car has it and the acoustic comfort system, and the rear safety package. Now the only thing I need to ask is would you like one of the maintenance packages?"

Puck nodded. "Yeah, give us the forty-thousand miles' package. I doubt she will keep it for four years, but Sarah will be sixteen in a couple of years, we can give her this one and get Cede something newer then."

"Okay." Mr. Dwyer said with a smile. "I hope that you will consider us here at Mercedes Benz of Easton then too."

I smiled. "You said that it was here, can we check it out and then we'll complete the transaction and arrange for delivery. Sorry if we seem a little abrupt, but if we want to keep this a secret, we'll need to hurry."

"Of course." He said and got up to lead us to a small display area off to the side of the main floor. He stood back and watched as we looked the car over.

The color was perfect, a nice dark purple…just a shade or two away from the color I've come to think of as KAMA purple, with a super-shiny top coat and a hell of a wax job on top of that. The wheels were bright and shiny chrome. It was a four-door sedan since there were three of us…four when we had Nikki. But Noah and I had checked with Binkie and there was no problem with him taking us in a Rangeman vehicle to school during the week. We'd made it something of a tradition to take our Lil Darlin to school before we went to our own classes since she had returned to school in November. We went over the physically apparent to our naked eye choices and they were all present and accounted for. we tried the keyless start and it came right to life. So we turned her off, locked her up and headed back to Mr. Dwyer's office.

"Was everything to your liking?"

Noah and I were well prepared. "It was perfect. Now…we need it to be there when we wake up on Thursday morning, so it would be best if you deliver it later Wednesday evening." I told him honestly. "Any earlier than that and she will find it before we're ready." I gave him the address of our house for delivery as well as the business cell phone that Hudson always had on her person. "Please have the driver text us when they get there so we can open the gate to the courtyard."

He made notes on the paperwork. "So what is the final damage, Jason." Puck asked him noticing the time.

Jason Dwyer looked like Christmas had come a few days early for him. "Well, after tax, title, delivery cost, registration and dealer prep fee, plus the in house custom paint job…your total is ninety-four thousand, twenty-four dollars and forty-three cents."

I nodded. We were ready for that. "Oh…wait…how much is it for one of those big ass red Christmas bows like in the commercials?" I asked as I pulled out the cashier's check we'd gotten before we left Manhattan.

"Is that a cashier's check?" Mr. Dwyer asked quietly.

"Yes from our account with Barclays." I may have smirked. More than a little bit even. "It's for ninety-six thousand…just in case Noah had gotten the math wrong…which, I admit would have meant the earth was coming to an end. But better safe than sorry."

"We…" he cleared his throat. "We'll call that even and I will personally make sure that the car has a pretty silver bow on it Christmas morning…big enough to be seen from space. I know you said red, but the silver will look better with the car's paint job."

The paperwork was quickly drawn up and we left with a copy of it and a receipt stating that the car was paid for in full as well as the date of delivery and other things we'd agreed on. We swung through L.L. Bean and got a few things…some new thermal tees for Nikki and a couple of bags of the socks Mercedes liked to walk around in when winter made the floors cold. Then we headed on to McCormicks to meet up with everyone else for lunch. The rest of the crew had taken care of every one of the things on the lists, we were able to head home after we left the seafood restaurant. Mercedes and Nikki showed me the Stich they had built for Hudson and the key rings just like ours…one with a R for Bubbie, one with an N for Nikolette that was engraved on the other side with a butterfly to distinguish it from her father's Tiffany's N keychain and the final one was the most important in that moment…the one with the H for Hudson.

The drive back to Lima was pretty quick considering that it was about an hour and a half long. Nikki had been very excited since while they were at Build-a-Bear, no one had bothered Mercedes for autographs…poor Lil Darlin had been sharing us all day…and she had made a Christmas gift for Beth all by herself. The ride was filled with laughter and joy. Nikki showed us the pretty silver open heart bracelet she had gotten her god mother…Santana had not let any of us rest until that shit was officially official. We had given Lil Darlin a list of all the family members she should make sure to get or make something for and a budget of five thousand dollars to get them all their gifts. My parents had done something similar for me, Stevie and Stacey as kids…but our budget had been a hell of a lot smaller. It was her first time celebrating Christmas so she was really, really excited.

When we got home, we found that the family had congregated at our house and between them and our friends who'd showed up…all the Amazon, Wayfair, Mikasa and Lenox boxes were unpacked, the dishes washed and put away. They helped us unload the SUVs, wash new sheets, bedding, towels and throws. Mercy and Kurt fought over the proper way to organize linen cabinets. Tina and Quinn had an absolute blast putting the BEST china into the antique hutch in the dining room. We washed pots and cooking utensils and baking tools and basically everything that would be needed to cook Christmas dinner. As we worked we talked and got caught up on what had been going on in everyone's lives during the first semester of our sophomore year. Well, most of us did…Santana sat on one of the armchairs with Nikki and Beth while she taunted the rest of us who were working to get things together. She did help unload the groceries when Tessa, Jake and Bubbie got there but for the most part, she played with her goddaughter and laughed at the rest of us. She was Santana.

"Oh yeah…everyone…since we've gotta be back in New York on Saturday, we're moving the get back together we had last year to Boxing Day…same place and same time." Danica said while we were putting the regular food up. Mom, Dad and Hell Bent hadn't gotten there with the special stuff for the holiday cooking yet.

Everyone grabbed their phones to text their parents. Only to find that the parents all already knew. Since Mercy and the women would have so much cooking to do on Tuesday and Wednesday to get everything done for Christmas, Dad, George and I whipped up brinner-breakfast for dinner- for everybody. There was room for sixteen at the dinner table, four at the breakfast bar and nine to ten in the nook. That was fine for that night, but for Christmas dinner we needed to seat at least sixteen more. I said as much to Mercedes and she looked thoughtful. "If we push the sofas against the terrace doors, roll up the area rug, we could fit two or three eight persons round tables out there. That would give us twenty-four more seats. Forty-three…forty-four…that should cover everyone."

"Okay…tomorrow while you and the moms are starting to cook, me and Sam will go and get those tables. We can buy them and keep them down in the storage room have them in case we need them in the future." Puck suggested.

Mercy got a thoughtful look on her face. "Table cloths and real napkins. Momma always has those on her holiday tables."

I nodded. So did my mom and Me Maw. Like Moms D, they had holiday ones, Sunday ones and ones just for regular special occasions like birthdays. "Why don't we look online tonight and order them one-day rush."

"Perfect." She smiled happily. She liked to tease Moms D for being 'Monica from Friends' but Mercy was just as bad.

After dinner, we said the blessings and lit the menorah. Puck had brought it with us from Harlem. We exchanged our small Hanukkah gifts, mainly cards giving money in each other's names. Nikki was the only one who got actual gifts. There was a set of seven small gifts for Beth, as well as her Christmas gifts under the tree waiting until we saw her on Boxing Day. The rest of the night was a mirror of the night before. We got Nikki ready for bed. We chilled out talking and chatting with the family. We decided if there was anything that we needed to get while we were ordering the table linens. The answer turned out to be yes. The house had no vases or candle holders or anything that would work as center pieces. Something Mercedes swore up and down we couldn't do without.

That night after everyone had gone to bed, and we'd locked down the house and set the alarm system, we made love to each other in our new bed. It was deliciously large and didn't make a single squeak no matter how hard we thrust and bounced. Something about being in our primary, forever, home, was making all three of us extraordinarily needy. Being together in that big, soft as a cloud but still sturdy and strong bed only made it more of an incessant need. But there was reverence in that need as well. Our lovemaking that night began as it always did with loving, passionate kisses…long, slow, deep, drugging kisses that allowed us to touch and taste and tease each other. We were celebrating our third Christmas in our relationship and yet the taste of Mercedes' sweet kisses or the feel of Noah's tongue sliding back and forth along mine still made me harden demonstrably every single time. We'd long ago found a pattern that worked for us whenever we were sharing kisses.

Mercy and I or Mercy and Noah kissed first. It really didn't matter who went first, we never stopped kissing until we'd all shared our love or passion or joy…whatever emotion the kissing was began to share. We just each had our two different styles and both of them meshed perfectly with how Mercy kissed. The kiss would end until we needed oxygen with desperation. The next kiss happened between me and Puck. Those Kisses tended to be more aggressive. He loved to pull my hair and try to get the upper hand…to dominate me. Usually, I'd take the control and run with it. Again our kisses ended only when our lungs protested the lack of air or Mercy's moans from watching us kiss drew our attention from each other. The final kiss in the Commune making out to perfection playbook saw Mercy kissing whichever of us wasn't fast enough to get the first kiss. Now unlike during the first kiss, when whichever of us wasn't kissing our woman simply watched in rapt attention, during the final round of kisses, the single non-kisser would drop their lips to Mercy's ears or her neck or one of her special spots behind her ear or where her neck and shoulder met…teasing her body to even greater heights of arousal.

Most of the time, the next thing that would happen would be we'd have Mercy between us as we both licked, nibbled, and kissed our way down her neck over her collar bones and to her hard, long, plump little nipples. Licking and sucking Mercy's breasts was always the true barometer for how our lovemaking would go in that instance. When she wanted slow, sweet loving, we'd stay as we started off, simply using our lips and tongues. But when she urged us for stronger, harder, when she asked for teeth and little bullets of pain…then we knew she wanted it hard and fast and dirty.

That night, Mercy had mewed and prettily begged us for sweet little hurts. Puck and I were more than happy to deliver. We sucked harder, biting rather than nipping and allowing our large hands to squeeze and massage the mounds those sensitive nipples capped. When Noah turned to the nightstand to grab a condom, Mercy shocked us both. She wriggled her way out of my embrace only to push me onto my back sexily she straddled my hips, trapping my hard dick between us. Allowing her hot, wet pussy to leak that sweet juice of hers all over my shaft as she kissed me. I moaned out loud when she broke the kiss and pulled my hair forcing me to bare my neck for her teasing and licking and nipping mouth. Then-oh God- Noah got behind her and grabbed her hips, tilting them just enough for him to work his way into her from behind. There was no way I could explain to anyone who had not experienced it for themselves, how fucking awesome it felt to be in that bottom of that particular position.

As Noah fucked our beautiful wife, her wide spread thighs gripped my hips and her sexy little pussy slipped, slid and grinded along the swollen length of my cock. With a little bit of work, I was able to get them to lean up just enough that I could get my mouth around one of the hard, little nipples that had been boring into my chest. With the stimulation to her breast joining that of her inner walls being filled and stretched by Noah's cock and her clit being stroked by mine, Mercy's voice flowed over us. That seriously dangerous and fucking epically awesome keening scream of abundant pleasure made its way into our ears and down our spines to massage our balls. I came so long and so hard my vision grayed out. Noah and my own vocal exultations of our orgasms joined hers.

When we could finally move, Mercy and I were joined at our cum soaked bellies and Noah, she and I were all very much soaked from our joining pretty much to our knees. "You two are gonna be the death of me." I muttered.

"You…I think I'm so dehydrated, I'm on the way to being mummified." Puck rebutted.

"We'll need to get a mini-fridge in here to stock with water, orange juice and Gatorade…when we're here for longer." I said thoughtfully.

Mercy leaned up and kissed my cheek. "I'm glad you're so smart…but right now…I don't have the energy it takes for my brain to work that hard. Let's get cleaned up before we get glued together."

She was right. The shower used up the rest of our reserves. We barely had the energy to throw on some pajamas, in case Nikki needed us during the night, before we were out like three candles in a wind storm. We had accomplished a lot in just a couple of days. I was feeling pretty proud. But I couldn't wait until Christmas morning. Even though the very thought of spending as much as we did at one time on one thing was scary as hell…The look on Mercedes face was definitely going to make it all worth it. Yeah…I couldn't wait.

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