Page 35 of Puck the Halls
“Well, we’re gonna have to talk about that.”
I look over his shoulder and see Nathan. He’s standing inside the door, slowly taking off his shoes.
I cup Crew's face and give him a kiss. Then I wiggle so he’ll let me down. I have another husband to greet.
“Holy shit, this place is amazing,” Crew says, tossing his bag to the side and heading into the cabin.
I approach Nathan more slowly. “Hi,” I say.
He pulls in a deep breath and shoves his hand through his hair. “Hi.”
“I’m so happy to see you,” I tell him, launching myself at him.
This is Nathan. His emotions are a little more complicated than Crew's most of the time, but I know him. I know that he’ll wrap his arms around me.
He does as I press my cheek against a sweater that I barely registered. I’m going to have to ask him about that later. That is not his sweater.
But for now I squeeze my eyes shut and just absorb the feel of him against me.
“Danielle,” Nathan says gruffly.
I pull back and look up at him. “Yeah?”
“I am so fucking sorry.”
He actually looks like he’s in pain.
“Nathan, I’m sorry too. I overreacted last night. I’m sorry I made you feel bad.”
He brushes my hair away from my face. “You don’t have to apologize for that. I deserved that. I made a really bad decision.”
“You loving our children is never a bad decision, Nathan,” I say firmly. “Yes, I wish you had come straight here. But you’re here now. Let’s just make the most of it.”
He hasn’t even kissed me yet, and I hate the sad look on his face. This is not a weekend for feeling sad. We are in a gorgeous cabin, it’s almost Christmas, and the four of us have twenty-four uninterrupted hours ahead of us.
“Danielle, I just have to say?—”
I pull out of his arms and step back. “Nathan, there is one thing and only one thing I need from you.”
He runs a hand over his face. “Anything.”
“I want you to go upstairs and take your clothes off.”
I know my husbands very well. They all have several things in common, but they’re very different men. And dealing with them, no matter the situation, takes different approaches.
With Nathan, I am not going to let him wallow. I am going to take control of this situation.
Because he won’t let that last. He never lets me be in charge for too long. It’s just not in his nature.
Predictably, his jaw tenses, and heat flickers in his eyes.
“We don’t have to jump straight to that,” he says.
“Oh, I’m sorry, are you under the impression that I am doing this foryou? I’m the one who has been here, with lingerie andtoys, a huge bed, and I have had one-third the amount of dick I’m used to. It’s really good dick, but it’s less than I deserve, don’t you think?”
I don’t talk that graphically often, but when I do I always get a reaction.
Suddenly, I am swept off my feet from behind by Crew. “Fucking right. We’ve got some making up for lost time to do.” He starts for the stairs.
