Page 56 of Winter Wishlist
I’m left openly gaping at them, enjoying the sight of their muscles bunching and flexing, salivating over their broad figures doing something as simple as tugging up a zipper. Not to mention they both look unbelievably gorgeous, the way those two Vs lead the way toward the waistband of their jeans.
With a hasty swallow, I shake myself out of my daze and recollect the towel Henri had tugged off me just before. I need to find myself some clothes to wear. Possibly also to stand outside fully naked in the below-freezing conditions to get my lusty hormones reined back in.
“Then we have a thing to go to tonight,” Reid adds, all nonchalance and thick chest still on display. “We can do sillytouristyfun this morning, and show you the real Mistwood for the rest of the day.”
“Oh?” My heart does a little skip. My immediate thought is that I don’t want to impose.
“C’est rien.” Henri waves a dismissive hand before threading those same inked fingers through his damp hair.
Reid scoffs. “Hardlynothing. The local rugby team spends Christmas cooking meals and delivering them around town to the elderly and anyone who needs them. Henri then throws them all a feast afterward at the local bar.”
“They’ll end up there swilling their beers anyway. Might as well give them something meaningful to do with themselves for a few hours. It’s very good team bonding.”
“Okay, as much as it pains me to tell you to get dressed… wear something warm, Mia.” Reid steps into me, nudging my chin with a curled forefinger. “Time to take you on a Christmas date.”
My heart has no business fluttering this madly inside my chest. “I can’t believe you’re both doing this for me.”
Reid gives me a lopsided grin, a hint of wickedness flashing through his honeyed eyes. “We’re going to have some fun… just make sure to put on that pretty little skirt you wore yesterday. I think we’ll all enjoy the ride a whole lot more if you do.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
True to their word, I’m bundled into a horse-drawn sleigh with Reid on one side, holding the reins, while Henri sits on the other.
I have a toy in my ass, and even though the sensation was a little strange at first… now? That oddlyfullfeeling keeps morphing into wave after wave of subtle pleasure with the gentle motion and jostling of the padded wooden bench beneath us.
The guys agreed earlier that I wouldn’t wear it all day long. A very surreal Christmas morning conversation involved standing around their kitchen discussing the safety of wearing butt plugs for extended periods of time as a newbie.
“This lookout is special during summer.” Reid’s weight leans against me, his arm pressed along my own, his thigh wedged tightly against mine. “But over winter, when the morning sunlight hits just right, it’s even more magical.”
“Do you come up here a lot?” I ask, watching the snowy trail up ahead framed by furry-tipped ears flicking around and elegant long necks.
His chin dips as he expertly maneuvers the two horses pulling our sleigh. Over the jangle of their harnesses and rhythmic thud of hooves against the packed snow lining the trail, they chuff and snort into the crisp winter air. There’s only a small group of us for this particular time of the morning, with five teams of horses in total. From what I overheard as we were getting ready to leave back at the ranch, there will be trips made out here throughout the day, and then by lantern at night as a special Christmas event.
“Boone and I will be up on this ridge regularly during the warmer months, checking on the cattle and moving them around the ranch. On the days hot enough to fry an egg on the rocks out here, there’s a nice shady spot in the creek to dip into.”
“Are these the horses you ride?”
This time, he shakes his head. “We have our quarter horses for regular ranch work; my girl Frida is the one I usually saddle up.” With his chin, he gestures at the two pulling us along. “Crystal and Bessie here, they’re draft horses, more suited to lazy days, eating their bodyweight in hay. But they’re strong as hell, so they get to show off that muscle for events like this.”
“Sneaky that you couldconvenientlyoffer to handle the horses for us.” I poke his side.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, sugar.” The corner of his stubbled mouth twitches.
“You’re also even more sneaky knowing thattheypicked this particular time for a sleigh ride.” I bite my lip, knowing that my ex is right behind us.
Henri leisurely extends his arm around my shoulders, looking the picture of relaxation. “Tanner can be useful. A little bribery and he let some details slip.”
“A helpful neighbor,hmm?”
“Very much so.” Henri laughs, and a puff of white billows in front of him. There’s something in the way he says it that I can’t quite put my finger on.
“We had to make sure to really ruin their day right from the very first opportunity. Tanner made sure this was the only available time for them, so we could show him just how much he did us a favor by letting you go.”
I squirm a little. A part of me still feels responsible for what happened. A silly sense of guilt for the part I played lingers, something that I struggle to shake off even now.
“You’re tense.” Henri removes his arm from around my shoulders, pulls one glove off with his teeth, then snakes his arm beneath the blanket covering our laps. “Such a good girl wearing this skirt and those tights for us. Makes it so easy for me to help you relax and enjoy the view.” The wicked, captivating man he is, those strong fingers seek out the hem and shove beneath my skirt. Before I can react, he slips inside my tights, wedging inside to play with my pussy beneath the blanket.
“Oh god… You can’t… You can’t just do that.” My lips are saying one thing, but my body betrays me. In an instant, I’m lifting my hips, giving him easier access to fondle me however he pleases.
