Page 12 of Their Little Snow Angel
“It isn’t complicated. Oh. That was sarcasm.” She sinks down in the water like she wants to hide her face.
I lean forward and touch the bottom of her chin with the tip of my finger, drawing her back up again. Our faces are so close, her lips right fucking there. Plump, wet, warm. Kissable.
Someone stomps on the deck. Violet jolts away, startled.
I bite back a curse when Heath lurches into view, kicking snow from his boots. His arms are full of firewood.
“You’ve been busy.” Violet tries—and fails—to sound casual.
He nods. He’s either not picking up on the sexual tension in the air or, more likely, purposely ignoring it. “Thought it would be best to get extra firewood, in case the power goes out. We probably have a couple hours before the storm rolls in. See it out there?”
Violet and I follow his pointed finger to the angry gray sky to the west.
I catch his eye and flick my gaze toward Violet, who’s still watching the incoming storm. “You should take advantage of the hot tub while we still can.”
He frowns, but sets the wood down. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Trust me.” I give extra weight to the words. “It’s a good idea. Don’t miss your chance.”
A long moment passes while he searches my face. I can see his own conflict—this could ruin our friendship with Mason. Violet’s too young for us. But the reward of being with Violet far outweighs the risks.
Then I say, “Violet, don’t you think Heath should join us before the storm comes in?”
She looks back at us, away from the approaching clouds. “Yes. He should. We won’t have much more hot tub time.”
“Yeah, all right.” Heath reaches for the zipper on his coat, then looks directly at Violet. “This is okay? I don’t have trunks.”
She blushes again. “Yeah. Um. It’s fine.”
It’s hard to hold back my grin of victory. Deep in my soul, I know this is happening.
7
Violet
It’s strange, the way Heath and Brody communicate with each other without speaking. I’m used to feeling left out of conversations, whether it’s because I don’t understand the references, or I miss the subtler conversational cues.
Heath and Brody aren’t making me feel left out, though. It’s exactly the opposite. I feel as if I’m their sole focus.
I learn more about their work with Ironwood Security. My dad worked in the tech department, but Heath and Brody are bodyguards. Their passion is photography and spending time outdoors—hence their presence here in the mountains. They usually travel to Joshua Tree in the winter, but when my dad offered them the cabin, they decided to try something new.
With three of us stuffed into a two-person hot tub, we have to sit close. Brody is next to me. His thigh keeps touching mine. Every time it does, a zing of pleasure shoots through me. And Heath’s feet knock against mine so often, I don’t think it’s accidental.
It hits me, suddenly clear—they’re flirting with me. Their questions, their compliments on my bikini. The way they keep touching me.
Well. I certainly don’t hate this. Yes, they’re older. My dad would not approve. But he’s not here, and my love life isn’t his business.
Besides, I already know Heath and Brody are at least somewhat kinky, if the two of them always date the same woman.
Could I be that woman?
I wanted to introduce spice and kink into my life.
Here is my opportunity.
While this entire situation is new and scary, I’m really glad they’re here. I don’t know what to expect. But for some reason, I trust that they’re going to make it okay…whether it happens or doesn’t.
“So.” Brody’s blue eyes stare directly into mine. “You said you don’t have a boyfriend anymore. Sounds ominous. Did you murder him?”
