Page 14 of Unholy Night

If this were a romance novel, I’d consider it a win, but it’s my real fucking life and if anyone catches wind of what the fuck is going on here, my career and my reputation will be ruined.

I made my way to the back door of the inn and gave it three hard shoves before it finally opened. A chunk of snow fell from its frame and sprayed out around me, narrowly missing my head.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of icy air, relishing in the crisp chill that soothed my heated skin. I swirled the whiskey before taking a long sip. Mmm, that tasted even better after what Penn just did to my body. Fuck. It was like I no longer had a brain in my head. This place was turning me into a starved sex addict.

A loud bang sent a jolt of panic down my limbs. I jerked my head toward the noise, squinting through the thick snowfall to try and make out what it was. Fuck. Penn was right. I shouldn’t be out here. A tiny light flickered a few feet away and I could make out the outline of a shed. Great. A snowstorm, four hot but mysterious guys, and a creepy shed. What could possibly go wrong?

I started to back up toward the door when I spotted Roman charging through the snow with two shovels. My fear turned to annoyance. I can’t get away from these guys.

“Is that where you bury the bodies?” I snickered.

As he glanced up, a look of panic flickered in his eyes. But it disappeared and was quickly replaced with a warm smile. “Don’t be silly. Everyone knows you don’t bury the bodies at the scene of the crime.”

My stomach knotted. He said that way too casually.

He burst out laughing. “Relax, Miss Radleigh. I just went to get some shovels to make sure the snow doesn’t seal us all in. Fuck, you should have seen your face.”

I let out a deep breath. “I knew that,” I lied. “And call me Easton. Miss Radleigh makes me sound like my mother.”

Roman nodded and licked his lips as he took stock of me. “You seem different. The boys get to you already?”

Fuck. Did he hear me moan too? “I don’t know what you could possibly be talking about.”

He threw down the shovels and pulled the collar of my coat up around my neck. “Let’s get you inside before you catch a chill.”

I was mesmerized by his brown eyes, his long thick lashes. I took another swig of my drink and let him lead me back inside. The lobby was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. With a loud grunt, Roman hoisted a pile of wood over to the fireplace and began piling it in.

I leaned against the front desk and watched the way his muscles flexed with each move he made. He smelled earthy and musky with a hint of something sweet like vanilla or maple. I wanted to rub my pussy against his stubbled chin so bad I could barely keep my knees from buckling. You couldn’t get any manlier than him. He just built me a roaring fire for fuck’s sake.

“You’re awfully quiet for a change. Everything all right, Miss—er Easton?” His voice was gravelly despite his best efforts to keep it steady. There was an ache buried deep within. An ache that seemed to match mine.

“I’m just cold, that’s all. Nothing to worry about,” I lied.

He stretched his arm out toward me. “Come here. Let’s get you warmed up.”

Fuck. Here we go again.

I shrugged and shuffled over to him.

He eyed me like a wolf as he unbuttoned his flannel shirt and peeled it off. Tattoos covered every inch of his chiseled chest and stomach.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” My heart raced as I tried to look anywhere but at him.

He fingered the edges of my coat. “Body heat is the fastest way to get warm, darlin’. Let’s get you out of these clothes so I can show you.”

Oh, fuck. I’m in my damn slut era, aren’t I? Nervous flutters shot through my stomach. “I fucked Zander and then let Penn eat my pussy,” I blurted out.

Roman grinned. “I know. I heard you fucking Zander. And I saw you with Penn in the kitchen. It was hot watching you cum like that.”

My cheeks flamed. “You-you just watched?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Were you hoping I would join? Well, I’m right here now, darlin’.” He grabbed my chin and tugged it down, forcing my mouth to open, and pushed his thumb inside. “Take off your clothes and get on your knees in front of the fire.”

I can’t stop them. I don’t want to.

With each touch, I was unraveling. No one had ever touched me like this. And now I had multiple men who could work miracles on my body. Is that what this was? A fucking Christmas sex miracle? I’m either the luckiest woman in the world, or the stupidest.

His eyes blazed with lust as I sucked his thumb. He pushed off my coat with his free hand. “I knew you’d be trouble the second you walked through that door, Easton Raleigh. The good fucking kind of trouble.”

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