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“And from what I deduced since this cutie pie fell out of bed wearing them, that’s all the dipfucker got for Christmas last night,” Collin added.
I grinned while the men chuckled, “I’m telling you,ego deathtranslates to the best sex ever. You don’t see my ass sleeping in Santa jammies, do you?”
“I only see your ass looking and sounding like fucking Buddy the Elf. You’re annoying the shit out of me,” Alex retorted.
“Nah, man,” Collin said with a laugh. “He’s not annoying at all. Look at Jim and Spence. They’re not even annoyed by him, most likely because we all got laid last night instead of gifted Christmas jammies.”
“If you must know, my wife enjoyed amazing shower sex?—”
“Meh, no one wants to know about that, Alex, just about how you lost your balls and covered what was left of your dick with these cartoon pants of yours,” I said, laughing.
“What are we doing?” Jim grumbled.
“You never were one for mornings,” I said.
“Oh, did your inner boy just now recall that?” he answered.
“Let’s get some coffee,” Spencer interrupted. “Where’s the goddamn espresso machine? This is the Asters’ place, so I know they’ve got nothing but the finest?—”
“Yeah, about that,” Collin said. “We’re not using any fancy shit.”
Jim stopped and turned back from his mission toward the kitchen for coffee. “Then what exactly do you propose we use to make our coffee?”
I pointed toward the firepit outside that Collin and I had lit after we first woke up. “It’s called a percolator,” I said, looking at the three businessmen. “It works very similar to the fancy French Press your spoiled ass loves to make your coffee from.”
“You’re just going to have to clean it and rinse it. Jake and I already used it to make our morning brew,” Collin added.
Unexpectedly, Jim grinned at me, “How thefuckdo you plan on not ruining Christmas when my lovely wife wakes up and discovers she’s going to have to sit outside and percolate coffee while she freezes her ass off every morning?”
“That’s the thing, Jimbo,” I said, smacking my brother purposefully too hard on his back. “She’s not going to do any ofthat shit.You are!” I smiled at him and the other CEOs who’d officially begun the first round of punishment we had for them. “Again, first things first. Fires need to be lit. There are thirteen of them, and wood needs to be brought to each one.” I pointed toward the woodshed, “The wood for the fireplaces is out there.”
“Of course, if you three use your genius CEO brains, you’ll pick one of you to make the ladies their coffee while the other two go and get the wood and start lighting fireplaces,” Collin said, trying to be serious.
“And what the hell are you and Collin going to do, supervise? Because that’s not part of the plan, my friend,” Spencer said.
“Of course not,” I answered. “We’re going to start cooking breakfast so everyone can have breakfast in bed, including our cute little bugs, sleeping in their cozy little beds.”
What could I say? This was already working out to be quite efficient and lovely. I loved being in control over these bastards, and I was happy they were too tired to figure out how to weasel out of this. The key to staying in control was keeping one step ahead of my brother.
CHAPTER 26
Ash
When I woke up, I had no idea where my husband was or when he’d gotten out of bed. Instead of hunting him down, I opted for a nice hot shower to prepare for the day ahead. Being in Jake’s arms last night and reaching extraordinary levels of passion was enough for me not to question whatever he was planning to do to get the other men back. Having my husband ravish my body with a renewed sense of intensity in his sexual appetite left me feeling blissfully happy and loving our renewed energy.
Everything felt light and effervescent again, and it filled my heart with so much happiness that I honestly didn’t even want a material gift for Christmas this year. I had everything I had been yearning for all year: my children were happy, and my husband was in my arms, taking an extended break from work and renewing his mind, body, and spirit.
“Ohhh…Jingle bells, Jimbo smells…” I heard Jake’s excited voice singing as he came into the bedroom, “…Alex ran away…”he sang, smiling at me as I walked out of the bathroom, “…Spencer’s pissed, and Collin’s—” he stopped, setting a breakfast tray on the bed I’d made before getting into the shower. “Hmm, I can’t think of a rhyme for that part. Oh, well.”
I chuckled, walking over to him and wrapping my arms around his neck as he welcomed me into his warm embrace. “Why don’t we keep to the regular lyrics?” I said, stepping back and eyeing his vibrant expression. “Well, you’re in ajollymood this morning, so either the sex was amazing last night, or you’ve already succeeded in paying your brother back?”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Baby, I’m in this jolly mood because I know my wife is going to have the best Christmas she could ever ask for.” He paused and smirked at me, “And my brother is working to make it all possible.”
“What have you already done?” I questioned. “You know, if you piss that man and his friends off the entire time we’re here, it’s going to?—”
“Look at the delicious breakfast I just brought you,” he said, kissing my forehead, “made by Collin and me.”
“The scrambled eggs look delicious,” I said. “Now I know what you and Collin were up to this morning, creating a magnificent breakfast-in-bed experience. Thank you for that. Did Jim, Alex, and Spencer help?”
