Page 39 of Home For Christmas

I blinked. “We’re going to the tree line. There’s nothing fancy.”

Ty sighed. “What about flowers?”

Greg scratched his head. “Why the hell would we need flowers?”

“Seating?” Derek asked.

“It’s only family and it’s only going to be a few minutes. We aren’t planning on having a Catholic wedding,” I responded.

Ty, Derek, Colt, and Declan had a silent conversation. “Right, then,” Derek said slowly.

“What time should we meet at Mom and Dad’s?” Ty asked, changing the subject and leaving me slightly off kilter. Why would we need flowers anyway?

Derek looked over at the clock. “An hour? Should be enough time for everyone to get ready.”

Everyone nodded and Greg came over to tug gently at my elbow. “Come on, sexy. Harrison’s already getting the shower ready.”

How had I missed that? And where had my bowl gone? I’d apparently gotten lost somewhere in my head. I had heard the conversation but hadn’t been listening. No one seemed to notice, though, so I wasn’t going to bring attention to it… especially not when I had sexy men waiting to shower with me.

I heard snickers as Greg and I left the room, but I wasn’t going to fall for it. Instead, I flipped them the bird while following Greg up the steps. I knew they’d seen when the kitchen erupted in laughter.

“Come here, sexy,” Greg instructed when we got to the bedroom, tugging gently at my pajama pants.

I went willingly, allowing Greg to pull the drawstring free. With the bow untied, the loose waistband was barely staying up and with almost no effort from Greg, my pants slid down my hips and pooled at my ankles. I watched Greg’s eyes dilate as he took in my body. “Fuck…”

Even after two years, I felt my face heat at the attention, but by now I was able to keep functioning through his intense scrutiny and stepped forward. “Can I?” I asked, reaching for his pants.

Greg took a step forward too, close enough that he could lean in and press his lips to the side of my neck. “Of course.” My fingers hooked the waistband of his sweats. It was a good thing I hadn’t noticed just how soft or how worn Greg’s pants were earlier.

“I love gray sweatpants weather,” I muttered as I eased my finger along the length of his growing erection.

Greg smirked at me and stilled my hand with his. “I told you to remove my pants, not play with my dick.”

I blinked up at him, biting my lip while I decided if I cared that much about what I’d been asked versus what I’d done. In the end I didn’t, but I did care that each second we were out here was another second we weren’t with Harrison. Huffing as though I was put out, I gripped the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down. Greg wasted no time as he stepped out of his pants.

Strong fingers reached out and gripped my hips, and he began walking backward toward our bathroom. I would’ve known it was Harrison in the bathroom even if Greg hadn’t been holding on to me, just from the way the mirror had fogged up.

“Come on, sexy. Time to join our man.”

I grinned. I was never going to get tired of hearing that. My men, our man—it had taken me longer than my brothers, but I’d found home. Home for me just happened to include two other men, but I wasn’t complaining.

Chapter 2

Harrison

December 23rd

We walked down the steps to catcalls and whistles. Jasper’s head fell back on a groan. We hadn’t been that loud in the shower. “Fuck off,” I said without heat in my words. “We’re good together. Don’t be jealous.”

“Oh my god,” Jasper whispered behind me. When I glanced back, he appeared to be praying for patience, but when he spoke next, I almost missed the last two steps. “News flash, we have sex. I have a very large shower that happens to be great for steamy lovemaking and quick fucks. Stop acting like children.”

I looked over at Derek, who was dressed in a pair of canvas overalls with a bulky sweatshirt under it. The outfit paired with brown boots made him look like he was an overgrown child. The look wasn’t helped any by Colt holding a winter coat out for him to put on before he got his bright hat and fur-lined woolen mittens with… were those superheroes? Where the hell did Colt find those? No matter what, the bright patterns didn’t help the illusion at all. At least the mittens would keep Derek’s thumb out of his mouth.

My snort of laughter had the rest of the living room looking at me. “Sorry. Just a funny thought.”

Fifteen minutes later, the seven of us pulled up to the main house and piled out of the truck. It hadn’t necessarily been a comfortable ride sliding around in the back of a truck bed because not everyone fit in the cab, but it certainly reminded me of my childhood. The cold had already given us rosy cheeks, even before the kids began filing out of the house in a chorus of cheers and yells, ready to play in the snow. The last two out, looking more like puffy stars than children, were Meadow and Mason. The only difference between them was Meadow was dressed in head-to-toe green while Mason was in red.

Ty let out a squeal of delight as his kids toddled toward him, fighting the puffy clothes and the snow that went to their knees. “Oh my goodness! You two are the cutest!” He swept them into his arms, peppering them with hugs and kisses.

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