Page 15 of The Christmas Playbook
She deepens the kiss. Her tongue pushes into my mouth, and I groan. I wrap my arm around her back to make sure she can’t escape the minute her siblings discover us. Because I’m sure they’re about to round the corner and make some racket, and I don’t want this to end.
Her tongue withdraws. I suck her lower lip between my teeth, scoring it, until a rumbling hum reverberates through her chest and into mine. There’s a rushing sound in my ears.
Why is this kiss better than anything I’ve experienced?
I’d take this kiss over a blow job.
My cock is so fucking hard. It’s trapped between our bodies, and she rolls her hips forward slightly. The friction of her wet panties on me is too much. I’m going to come just from that—and what an embarrassment that would be.
“Holy shit,” one of Mira’s sisters—it has to be a stupid sister—says. “I told you so!”
My grip tightens ever so slightly in Mira’s hair, keeping her with me for another second.
“No one likes a know-it-all,” the guy grumbles.
Mira pulls back, and I open my eyes as soon as possible to catch the dazed expression in her eyes. But just as fast, it’s gone, and annoyance is in its place. Her head whips to the side.
Mine follows.
Her siblings stand there in shock. Belatedly, I move to cover Mira’s chest. Just because they’re family doesn’t mean I wantthemto see her breasts. I’m laying claim on them as of this instant.
Fake dating or not, that kiss was a sucker punch I wasn’t prepared for.
“Cammie,” Mira says, somehow calm. “Marcus. What are you doing?”
Marcus is a tall kid, and he’s currently staring atme. Which is probably better than eyeing Mira, but still. He’s wide-eyed, but after a second, he elbows his sister. His movements are urgent, and I barely withhold my smirk. He seemsflabbergasted. And I don’t think it’s because some guy is with Mira. It’s becauseIam with Mira.
“We were just coming to check on you,” Cammie blurts out. “Because you guys missed dinner.”
Mira clenches her jaw.
I went to dinner with my friends—so, did Mira do nothing?
I run my hand down her spine, trying to tell her without words to relax, and direct my words at Cammie.
“We got a little distracted. Hope you all didn’t wait too long for us.” I focus on Mira. “She’s just irresistible.”
“I feel like I’m inTheTwilight Zone,” Cammie whispers.
I clear my throat. “If you don’t mind, you’re kind of cock blocking right now. We’ll catch up with you all tomorrow.”
I make ashooing motion.
Marcus pales.
Cammie turns red, worse than a tomato. She grabs Marcus’s arm and practically drags him back the way they came.
Once they’re gone, Mira shoves off my lap. Her expression shows she’s horrified, and she wastes no time climbing out of the hot tub. I shake my head, somehow holding in my laughter. My family is so…normalcompared to those assholes. And honestly, there’s nothing I like better than messing with jerks—which means this week just got a whole lot more interesting.
I follow Mira into the cabin. She chucks a towel at me, which I dutifully use to rub myself down enough to not drip water across the floor on my way to the bathroom. I shower fast and trade with Mira. From the top drawer in the dresser, I pull out a fresh pair of boxers.
My hands still when I notice her underwear tucked under the bikini she didn’t put on.
Honestly, a naked-hot-tub session trumps a swimsuit, so I don’t mind. The water is still running in the bathroom, so I take my chances and push aside the hot-pink fabric.
Aha! She wears full coverage panties in various plain, neutral colors. I run my thumb across the waistband of one, considering.
Mira’s family seems to think she’s a loner or a prude. I haven’t figured out which one.ButI’d lean toward loner simply because of the balls it took to get into the hot tub shirtless.
