Page 22 of A More Than Mayhem Christmas

“Yeah?” he asks, his eyebrows raised.

I nod. “Talk to Logan.” Then I smile for what feels like the first time in forever. “Because I really want a little you running around.”

“A little me?” His lips kick up at the corners as he picks me up, settles me over his lap. “A little me…” he repeats. “Yeah. I do like a challenge.”

“What? You don’t think a little me would be challenging?”

“Nah,” he says. “That would be a joy. But a little shit like me…”

I giggle, blocked off by his lips when he kisses me. “I’ve missed that sound,” he murmurs against my lips.

“I’ve missed it, too,” I say, running my tongue along the seam of his lips. He parts his mouth, giving me access, and I deepen the kiss just enough to light a fire inside me.

He pulls back, clearing his throat. “It would be highly inappropriate to fuck you in this room, wouldn’t it?”

I don’t get a chance to respond, because Lucy yelling has us both looking toward the closed door. “Oh, no. What now?” I laugh out.

Dylan taps my leg, the sign for me to get up. He takes my hand as soon as we’re both upright. “To be continued?”

“As soon as we get home.”

“Can we leave now?”

I hug his arm to my chest while he opens the door, amplifying Lucy’s voice. “Give it, you bitch!”

“Get him, baby!” Cam yells.

We turn the corner into the living room and stop in our tracks. Logan’s sitting on the couch, where he’s been most of the night, and Lucy is sittingon his shoulders, trying to grab the beer that he refuses to let go of. The rest of them are sitting on the floor, a smorgasbord of food that Heidi brought spread out between them.

Lucy almost falls when Logan ducks forward, holding the beer out in front of him. “Let me just finish it!”

“No!” Lucy yells. “She’ll be out soon!”

It takes a second for me to realize what’s happening, and I’m quick to step forward. “Luce, it’s okay,” I assure, and everyone freezes, all eyes landing on me. Besides Cam, who’s too busy using his hands to shovel mac and cheese directly from the baking tray into his mouth.

Logan clears his throat, looking guilty, even though he has no reason to. “No,” he says, offering the beer to Lucy. “I don’t need it. It’s fine.”

“No, really,” I promise. “I want you to drink.”

“Fuck that,” Lucy growls. “And fuck you!” She slaps the top of Logan’s head. “Give me the fucking beer.”

Dylan chuckles at their antics while Logan drinks as much as he can before Lucy finally manages to take it from him. The contents spill when it leaves his lips, soaking his shirt, then his lap, and then Lucy pours the rest directly over his head.

The room erupts with laughter while Logan just shakes his head, runs a hand over his face, then licks his fingers.

“You’re going to need to get that couch steam cleaned,” Jake says.

“Nah,” Cam replies around a mouthful of food. “We’re leaving it here. It’s the twins’ problem now.”

“Seriously, you guys. Iwantyou to drink,” I whine, taking Dylan’s hand again. “I have my strength right here.”

“Aww,” Lucy coos.

“Only if you’re sure,” Logan pushes.

“I appreciate you all so much, but yes, I’m sure.”

Lucy hands him a fresh beer, just as there’s a knock on the door.

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