Page 63 of Catching the Mistletoe

“You can. Just a little longer.” I kissed her again, deep and drugging, before reaching for the vibrator. “Turn around.”

“Oh god.” She turned in my lap, and I pulled her so her back was to my front.

“Shorts off.” She wriggled out of them, dropping them on the floor. “Open your legs for me, Little Dove.” Her breath came out as a low, ragged moan and she widened her legs for me and I slid the vibrator between them, circling her clit, before pushing it inside her. She cried out, quivering and bucking, her head resting back against my shoulder. I switched it on to the setting she liked. “Guide me.”

One hand reached back to grip the back of my neck, the other covered my hand that held the vibrator.

“That’s it. Show me how you like it.” She moved my hand, circling the vibrator inside her. The sight was enthralling. She was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen, and I wanted, more than anything, to throw the vibrator aside and bury myself inside her. But this was for her. So instead, I let her set the pace until her chest was heaving and her skin gleaming. “You want to come?”

“Ye-yes,” she gasped.

“Then come for me.” I tilted the toy, so it hit her just right and turned up the dial to full. She let out a scream as her whole body went rigid and her fingernails dug into the back of my hand. Then she started trembling all over and I murmured words of praise and encouragement, stroking her hair as she came and came, until she finally slumped back against me.

I switched the vibrator off and dropped it on the couch, turning her around and wrapping my arms around her, holding her tight. Christ, my heart was racing and my whole body was throbbing. She turned her head, kissing me softly, her breath evening out as her rate settled. “Wow.”

“That was beautiful.”

“Mack, I don’t even know what that was. I’ve never...”

“I know.”

She rested her head against my shoulder, her eyes drifting closed, a smile curving her lips. I held her for a long time, stroking her hair, drinking in the sight of her. Eventually, her breathing deepened, and I knew she was asleep.

Gently, I lifted her and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down and climbing in next to her. She curled up to me, a contented sigh spilling from her lips. Christ, Arabella Snow was something else. And I was so fucking close to losing control. But I couldn’t. Not yet. So, despite the way my whole body was screaming for her, I stayed where I was, with her in my arms, and eventually, sleep claimed me, too.

CHAPTER24

Arabella

The anticipation was thick in the RV as we left Minneapolis, and not just because Mack refused to spill the beans about our next destination. I mean, come on, how hard was it to give a girl a hint? I caught his eye as he manoeuvred through the city traffic, all focus and concentration.

“So, you’re really not gonna tell me?” I prodded, turning in my seat to face him.

Mack smiled, his eyes never leaving the road. “Nope.”

Ugh, frustrating but also kind of thrilling. No GPS, no roadmap, and no smartphone to cheat with. The best I could figure out was that we were heading east, but there was a fuck ton of country eastward, so it wasn’t even really a clue. Old school mystery, and I was here for it.

The cityscape slowly gave way to sprawling farmlands and forests, the monotony broken only by occasional barns and silos. When we finally entered Wisconsin, I raised an eyebrow at Mack. “Wisconsin, huh? Cheese curds and Packers?”

He chuckled. “Maybe, but there’s more.”

The further we got into Wisconsin, the more the scenery changed. The snow seemed thicker, the skies grayer, but in a cozy, comforting way. The houses we passed were straight out of a Hallmark movie, with twinkling lights and pine wreaths on the doors.

Still, Mack wouldn’t tell me where we were going, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth whenever I pushed him to tell me. Annoying? Absolutely. But also? I was buzzing with excitement. If the journey was this breathtaking, the destination had to be straight-up magical.

“So there’s no charity event where we’re going, right?”

“Right.”

“We’ve got a free day?”

“Yes, Arabella. For the fifth time.”

“And Evelyn has authorized whatever this is?”

“Also for the fifth time, yes.”

As we continued north on the peninsula, the scenery shifted yet again. The road became narrower, like it was leading us into a secret world. Dense forests gave way to the shoreline, and suddenly there it was—Lake Michigan, stretching out as far as I could see. Its surface was a blend of icy blues and grays, almost as if it couldn’t decide whether to be water or sky.

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