Page 78 of Never Sleigh Never
“Then let’s catch him.”
We fan out, weaving in and out of the snowmen like a Christmas-themed obstacle course. Brad, of course, is loving it—darting between us, baaing like it’s his personal victory anthem.
I come to a stop, doubled over with my hands on my knees. I pant, “We need a new plan.”
Logan stops next to me. “What’s that?”
“I,” inhale, “don’t know.”
“I think we need to trap him somehow.”
“Yeah. Because outrunning him is not working.” I rise to my full height and peer over a snowman. Brad stares at us from behind a snowman wearing a cowboy hat, wielding a lasso. If only cowboy snowman could wrangle Brad like a bull. I glare at Brad. My gaze shifts to another snowman, then to the hot chocolate stand. “I got it. I’m going to steal a snowman head and lure him into the hot chocolate stand, and you’ll slam the door.”
“You’re sacrificing a snowman?”
I press my lips together. “It’s for the greater good. Their death won’t be in vain.” I pluck the head off the nearest snowman. A gold crown tumbles to the snow, and I cringe a little. “Sorry, snowman. I’ll be sure to tell everyone about your bravery.” I wave it at Brad, getting his attention. He baaas and takes a step closer. “That’s right, Brad. I know you want this delicious, water-filled snowman head.” I take a step backward, urging him to follow me, which he does. Inch by inch, I get closer to the hot chocolate stand. Brad’s walk turns into a trot. Seconds later, it’s a full-fledged gallop. My eyes widen in terror as Brad charges after me.
“Run!” Logan yells.
I shriek, sprinting with the snowman head tucked like a football. Brad thunders behind me, closing in. Logan’s a few steps behind Brad. At the last second, I adjust my grip and hurl the head into the hot chocolate stand. Brad barrels after it, hooves clattering against wood.
“Now!” I scream.
Logan slams the door shut with a crack that echoes across the festival. Brad’s muffled, indignant baaas rattle the walls.
“We did it! We did it! Ha!” I throw my arms in the air, half-laughing, half-screaming. Adrenaline makes me reckless, because the next thing I know, I leap into Logan’s arms like I scored the winning touchdown. My legs wrap around his waist. “Brad can’t outsmart us!”
His arm clamps tight around my back, the other sliding low to cup my butt. His fingers dig in, firm, possessive, and I gasp. Oh yes.
“I called Henry. He’s on his way,” he says, voice rougher than it should be for just wrangling a sheep.
I hook an arm around his neck, strands of hair falling between us as I look down. His hazel eyes have gone molten brown, all heat and hunger. My chest heaves—not sure if it’s from sprinting after Brad or the way Logan is staring at me like he’s already undressing me. His fingers flex against my ass, sending sparks racing across my skin.
“Fuck it,” he mutters, and suddenly I’m pinned against the hot chocolate stand, sliding down his solid frame until my mouth is inches from his. His warm, mint-tinged breath skims my lips. “I want to kiss you,” he whispers.
My brain sputters out a weak protest. “We shouldn’t?—”
“Which makes me want to even more.”
“Fuck it,” I echo, and crush my mouth to his.
The kiss starts soft, but within seconds it’s ravenous, desperate, addictive. My hips grind against his growing erection, my body greedy for friction. His tongue teases mine before claiming it, and I melt, wrapping tighter around him. The cold night air is no match for the fire roaring between us. He thrusts his hard cock against me, hitting the right spot. I pull away, a moan escaping me.
His warm lips a stark contrast to my cool skin as he kisses down my jaw, grazing my ear. “I want you, Brie. I want you so fucking bad.” His hips thrust against mine, making me moan. “Too many clothes,” he growls. “I want to feel your tight pussy around me, strangling my cock.”
My nipples instantly pebble and not because of the cold. Logan can talk dirty to me anytime. “Oh. God. Yes. I want that too.”
The wood creaks as he presses me against it, giving himself better leverage. He grinds against me, rough and carnal. With one hand still under me, he rests his palm against the wall beside my head. A wave of pleasure washes over me as he sucks on my neck. The friction against my clit increases, a rising crescendo of sweet torture. I’m seconds away from detonating in my pants. “Oh, yes!”
A sudden, sharp squeak makes every muscle in my body tense. As if someone turned the lights on, a spotlight blazes over us. My eyelids snap open, and I’m immediately blinded by the intense glare of headlights. “Oh, shit,” I murmur.
Logan freezes, lips still against my neck, hand tightening on my ass.
From across the lot, Henry’s voice bellows, “Looks like you two made up!”
Logan slaps the wall beside my head. “She seems sturdy. Nice construction. Don’t you think, Brie?”
I swallow a laugh. “Yep. Very… strong.”
