Page 79 of Never Sleigh Never
Henry laughs. “You two are full of shit. I’m glad to know everyone can stop whispering behind your backs about when the first hookup will be.”
Logan lowers me to the ground, and I fumble with my jacket. “There’s one thing wrong with that,” I say. “People in this town don’t whisper.”
Henry smirks. “Fair point. But now they’ll just move on to planning your wedding and naming your kids.”
“Uh, considering it was just a kiss, I don’t think I’m pregnant yet.” I shoot Logan a sideways look. “Unless you’ve got a superpower you haven’t mentioned.” Shit. Do I want kids? Does Logan want more kids? Do I want kids with Logan? I mean, we’ve only just started this. Why am I thinking about kids? “I was joking, by the way.”
Logan chuckles. “Yeah, I got it.”
“Alright, well I’ll collect Brad and let you two,” Henry waves a hand between us, “continue what you were doing. Hope he hasn’t done too much damage.”
“There are a few snowmen who will have some trauma to work out, but overall, I think it’s okay. Also, don’t be alarmed if Brad’s poop sparkles. He found the glitter snowman and went to town.” I shrug.
“Maybe I can place a horn on his head and call him a unicorn,” Henry chuckles.
After we help Henry load Brad into the trailer, he drives away. Only the silvery moonlight shines down on us.
Logan steps closer, thumb grazing my cheek, sliding down to tilt my chin. My pulse trips over itself. “Hope you haven’t had too much excitement tonight,” he murmurs, eyes dark, “because I’d like to continue this.”
My lips curl into a smile. “What do you have in mind?” Please let it be filthy. My body’s buzzing for more. The night in Santa’s Workshop was fun. Amazing. Mind-blowing, but I want to feel him inside me.
“Come back to my place,” he says, voice husky. “Josie’s at my parents’. I want to lay you out on my bed, spread you open, and feast until you can’t remember your own name—before I finally give you a proper orgasm.”
My entire body lights up like the Christmas tree at the festival. “Lead the way.”
Twenty-Six
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Logan
When we reach my house, I click the garage opener clipped to my visor, and the heavy door groans as it rolls up. I pull my truck in front of the closed third stall, then motion for Brie to park in the empty space.
“You can pull in here,” I say, pointing to the open bay. “That way nobody drives by and sees your car sitting in my driveway.”
She nods and pulls into the garage, the low purr of her engine echoes against the walls before she shuts it off. The second she steps out, I jog through the opening, hit the button next to the door, and the garage rumbles closed behind us. Once it’s shut, I can’t wait another damn second.
I grab her by the back of the neck and crush my mouth to hers. She melts into me instantly, her hands slipping inside my coat, fingers brushing heat into my back until goosebumps scatter across my skin. Her soft moan vibrates against my lips, and I swallow it down like it belongs to me.
I pull away just long enough to rest my forehead against hers, breathing hard. “We should go inside before I fuck you against your SUV.” My nose drags along hers, and she shivers.
“Tempting,” she murmurs before slipping out from under my arm with a wicked little smile. She saunters toward the door, pausing halfway up the short set of stairs to glance back over her shoulder. She bites her lip, her eyes glinting with pure lust.
Jesus. My cock jerks against my zipper at that one look. In two strides, I’m scooping her up, and throwing her over my shoulder like I’ve just claimed my prize.
She squeals, laughter bubbling out of her. “Logan! What are you doing? Put me down!”
I smack her ass lightly, loving the way she wriggles. “You’re mine now, Snowflake. I’ll carry you wherever the hell I want.”
She kicks her feet, giggling harder. “You’re ridiculous. I can walk, you know.”
“Yeah, but this way I get to do this.” My palm lands on her ass again with a satisfying crack, followed by a slow, deliberate rub over her denim-clad curves.
Her mock outrage dissolves into breathless laughter. “Caveman.”
“A caveman who’s about to fuck you senseless.” At the door, I kick off my boots and tug hers off, each one hitting the floor with a heavy thud. I march us through the kitchen and up the stairs like a man on a mission.
“Patience is not your strong suit.” She giggles.
