Page 41 of Winter Wishlist
“Did you touch yourself just like this, imagining all the ways you could have a big man trembling for you?”
Reid lets out afuckand a groan, followed by his head thumping against the pillow.
“Sounds like our cowboy might have just told you what’s at the top of his Christmas wishlist this year.” Henri guides me to rub gentle circles, our fingers intertwined. His tattooed knuckles and silver rings cover my fingertips as he encourages me to touch myself, to play with my pussy, so we can both watch.
“Has he been a good boy?” I whimper. My vision goes a little hazy. “Outside the bookstore… he told me he hadn’t exactly been a Boy Scout this year.”
“Did he now?” Henri leans forward and swirls his tongue over my nipple, roaming that mustache across the sensitive spot. Then moves up to kiss me, slow and unhurried, as he keeps up that same motion, stroking my pussy.
When he draws back, a satisfied noise comes out of him, noticing the way my eyes struggle to stay open.
“I think he’s redeemed himself.”
Another orgasm picks me up and spirits me away among the clouds as his words wash over me.
“He brought a sweet little gift home to play with, after all.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ice skating on Christmas Eve sure looks a whole lot prettier than ever before.
It’s something I always offer to help Ford and Boone with each year. I’m not one for the holidays, but consider it my formal act ofChristmas spirit. In return, I get to stir the pot, telling anyone who will listen that Ford Tanner was indeed an Olympic figure skater. My little annual mission to try and convince as many guests as possible that he wears a blue shiny leotard under his customary flannel shirt.
While I’m sure there are a litany of far more invigorating things the three of us could be doing if we weren’t here, I’m also in the kind of mood to make sure our girl feels like the center of attention she deserves to be.
So, ice skating on the frozen lake at the ranch it is. It’s only for a few hours, and the guests aren’t exactly a pain in the ass. There are always those who are overconfident and likely to either injure themselves or someone else. Then there are theones who can hardly stand up for more than a few seconds at a time, and they’re just as much of a hazard for everyone else around them.
“Thought you were a rugby star in a former life?” Mia eyes up my skates, which are a little more advanced than the borrowed pair she has for today.
With a grin, I lift one eyebrow. “Can’t a guy have more than one string to his bow?”
“I didn’t imagine you to be twirling on ice on the regular. But now that I look at you…” She gives me an appraisal up and down my body. “You do seem rather comfortable out here.” With a gloved hand, Mia waves at the winter scene we’re surrounded by. Mountains. Pine trees. Snow covering everything in thick powdered sugar mounds. The picture-postcard of Christmas. All that’s missing is a jaunty pop Christmas carol backing track.
“I’m Canadian. I didn’t take wobbly first steps across the living room as a baby. Instead, I strapped on skates, shoved a helmet on, and learned to properly wrap a stick.”
Her eyes narrow on me. “I know you’re joking… or, at least, I hope you are…”
I chuckle. “My family was more than a little devastated that I didn’t want to apply my sporting interests into becoming a hockey player. I live to disappoint them.”
“They aren’t proud of you with all you achieved in your rugby career?”
“She knows about my career,hmm?” I tilt my head, appraising the way Mia squirms guiltily. “Have you looked me up online by chance,ma petite chérie?” Teasing her is too much fun. Especially when the apple of her cheeks colors with a touch of extra pink, giving away her secrets.
Mia gets all cute and flustered. “Don’t change the subject.”
“Oh, you’re adorable. Hope you aren’t too disillusioned to see me nowadays, when compared to my playing years.” Look, Iknow I keep myself fit. But it’s nothing compared to what I know my body used to be capable of years ago.
“Uhh… you’ve gotta be messing with me.” Fluttering her hands in my direction, she gapes. “Have you looked in the mirror lately?”
A smirk tugs on my lips. “You know… you’re quite healthy for my ego. I might have to keep you around.” Leaning down, I slide one palm up her shin, and not so subtly allow my fingers to wander higher along the sensitive spot inside her knee. “Do you need some assistance with your laces?”
“No… I think I’m okay,” Mia squeaks.
Her gaze darts up over my shoulder, and I swivel, following her line of sight to the place where Reid is speaking with Ford. He’s getting us coffee from their mobile cart set up by the lake. I then shoot a quick look across to where her piece of shit ex-boyfriend and fiancée are putting on their skates. The two of them aren’t close enough to hear what we’re saying, but they can certainlyseeus. Evident in the way the asshole continues to scowl this way every two seconds, abandoning the woman at his side to struggle with her own boots.
“Are you sure I can’t give you a hand?” With a hum, I walk my fingers up the lush swell of her inner thigh.
Those green eyes go wide, followed by a sweet little hitch of her breathing. Mia promptly clamps her legs together, halting my progress, preventing me from exploring higher.
