Page 28 of Winter Wishlist
Stella lurches up from where she’s been busy in dog dreamland, running in her sleep for the past hour or so. Blinking, she rushes over to greet our newfriend, still sleepy, which means stopping to stretch first front paws, then back legs stiffly, one by one. Mia beams and crouches down to give her an affectionate scratch behind her ears. Yeah, there’s one way to ensure Reid will be a goner, and that’s if these girls buddy up. Stella nudges for more pats until she’s satisfied, before yawning, then goes back to her spot in front of the fire, flopping down with a heavy sigh.
The two with hearts filling their eyes come over to join me in the kitchen, soft lighting illuminating the space around us.
“Have a nicedate, did you?” I fold my arms and give a little tilt of my head to one side. My attention slides to Reid for the briefest moment. He doesn’t give me anything.
Mia, however, blushes straight away.
My burly cowboy scratches his stubbled beard and clears his throat.
They’re adorable. Equally as gone for each other.
Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I soak in a few more details of our newfound guest. Eyes sparkling like green jewels. Plump mouth, a little flushed from either the cold or where they’ve been getting up to all sorts of mischief. One glance at that dress would have been enough to break me on sight, that’s for sure. Reid wouldn’t have stood a chance in hell of keeping his hands to himself. She’s exactly our type, with all those lush curves, and a gentle but determined nature about her.
I mean, and the fact she’s here. She hasn’t run away or been startled by the unique circumstances we present. That in itself speaks volumes about where all our mutualinterestslie.
“Did he treat you like a gentleman?”
Mia’s teeth catch her bottom lip. “He did.” She gives the tiniest of nods in reply, curious eyes bouncing between the two of us.
“Did he make yourtrou de culex look like an absolute idiot?”
That brings a pretty little smile sneaking onto her lips that she tries to bite back. “If that means something rude about him, then, yes.”
“Mmm. Was it satisfying as hell?”
She allows that curve at the corners of her mouth to tilt up. Another nod. “Was it ever.”
“Good.” This time, I openly look her up and down, making it absolutely goddamn clear that I’m on board with this. Withallof this. “However, one thing to know about me…” Striking quickly, I move around to where she stands. Without pause, I hoist her to sit on the bench top, then lean down to whisper in her ear. “Unlike our boy… he’s the one with the country manners. Me? I should apologize now in advance, perhaps. I’m not very good at following the rules,ma petite chérie.”
Mia shivers and lets out a tiny noise, a hitch in her sharp inhale. Surprise and anticipation thrum in the air as I manhandle her and crowd her space.
“That doesn’t sound like something to apologize for.” She breathes a little harder, her chest rising and falling more rapidly as I cage her in with one palm flattened beside her hip. With the other, I reach up to tug gently on a loose strand of hair, letting my focus linger on her pretty features before checking in, quickly exchanging a glance with Reid.
He looks ravenous.
“Rules and me? We don’t tend to get on very well.” Speaking to him as much as her, I let my forefinger drop to trace a path down the side of her throat, ever so slowly. Oh, her shiver in response to my fingertip lightly grazing her soft skin is everything. “I used to spend a lot of time in the sin bin.” Watching her mouth intently, I murmur the words, while soaking up every little reaction.
Her mouth parts a little. Pink deepens on the apple of her cheeks. A fragment of a gasp escapes, barely audible, but there all the same.
Mia is so responsive to even the most gentle of caresses. What kinds of noises would she unleash if I bend my head and suck down on her pulse point?
“Would you like to get us all a drink,mon big… big guy?” With a smirk dancing on my lips, I pointedly look at the place where his cock is making a sizeable impression against the front of his jeans. “Do you thinknotre fille…our girl… would enjoy some of that special whiskey you hide away?”
“Sure.” His voice is roughened with desire. “If that’s what you’d like, sugar?”
It’s cute how she reacts when he calls her that. There’s no disguising the effect that Reid being soft and doting has on her. On both of us, it would seem. My dick is already aching at the thought of watching the two of them together. Hearing him speak to her in a sweet, gentle rumble, like she’s the most precious miracle he’s ever encountered? Yeah, that’s fucking hot.
Mia hums in agreement. “Sounds perfect.”
This is fast becoming my favorite Christmas ever.
Reid walks out of the room, leaving us, his broad shoulders disappearing along the hallway to the garage. While he’s gone, I take that opportunity to strike.
The girl beneath me sucks in a sharp intake of breath when my lips attack her neck. She damn well vibrates with a sultrynoise of shock interlaced with relief as I start kissing my way down her throat.
Mia’s skin feels like satin beneath my mouth, warm and soft and so tempting to explore. I forget about anything but pursuing ways to have her feed me more of those sweet little noises. Like she’s caught by surprise, and with every scrape of my mustache and stubble down the slope of her neck until I reach her shoulder, it’s like she loses her inhibitions a little more. She becomes more responsive the more I roam my mouth and my tongue, and I’m fucking starving for everything she’ll give us tonight.
Pinching the side of her neckline between my teeth, the material sitting above her collarbone is easy to peel away. I tug on the stretchy material, dragging it down one shoulder so that it slouches, then repeat the action on the other side.
