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He just chuckles and kisses my lips before pulling away from me and climbing out of the bed. I miss him immediately. Uh ... that’s new too.

I’m not a clingy person, but I want him back here in bed and in my arms.

It doesn’t take him long at all, though, before he’s shining a flashlight into the room, illuminating his naked form as he goes to his dresser and pulls out a pair of sweats. I pout as I watch him pull them on. “I was enjoying naked time.”

He laughs, and it makes him even more handsome. “I’m not keeping my dick out around fire, but I’ll take them off before I climb back into bed.”

I smile at that, my cheeks heating at my own neediness. “Fine.”

He laughs and then quickly starts a fire in the fireplace, and then true to his word, he strips out of his sweats and is back in bed. “Better?”

“So much better,” I say as I snuggle into his arms again and let his warmth cover me before my eyes close.

Screw logic, this makes sense in its own way.

Chapter Eight

Hunter

It’s around noon when the power comes back on, and Simon wakes me up with his perfect lips wrapped around my aching cock. It’s not long before I’m coming down his throat and then repaying the favor.

It takes even less time for him to spill into my mouth, and yes, I’m proud of that fact, even though he was already on the edge from sucking me off. It’s then that we shower and check our phones.

The roads are clear. We’re no longer snowed in, and it’s time to head to his parents’ house. To see Zane—to face him after defiling his little brother—but I mean, come on. He has to understand that Simon is a grown man and can make his own decisions, right?

“He’s not going to kill you,” Simon says as he chews on a Pop Tart we found in the cabinet and sips on his coffee.

“Easy for you to say. You’re his little brother. He won’t be mad at you.”

He rolls his eyes, “He has to get over that overprotective shit someday. Someone was bound to fuck me, and it’s not like you were the first.”

I let out a deep growl that surprises me but only seems to light his gleaming eyes up with delight. “I’ll be the last.”

He grins. “Sure.” He winks at me when I growl again, biting my Pop Tart angrily. He seems far too pleased with himself as we finish breakfast and pack up. I make sure the cabin is secure and all the fires are out before we leave, but after I lock the door, he grabs my hand and pulls me into a kiss. “It’s going to be okay.”

“You do actually like me, right?” I’m feeling totally vulnerable here, but if I’m going to get my ass kicked, I’d like it to be for a good reason.

His lips press against mine, soft and sweet, and his nose drags over mine as he nods his head. “I do. It makes no sense, and I didn’t see it coming, but yes. I can see a real future with us, and I want that date.” He kisses me again. “I want all the dates.”

I smile against his lips. “Let’s do this then.”

We go to my truck and start the long drive to his parents’ house. I can’t go the normal speed limit, and the roads are still shitty, but we make it before it gets dark. His family rushes to greet us both and welcome us into their home, but I can barely look Zane in the eye.

He really is the best friend I’ve ever had, but I’m not giving up Simon, so he’s just going to have to be okay with this. Simon catches my eye several times, even through dinner. I can’t stop watching him and then looking at Zane, wondering how this is going to go.

I’m a nervous wreck and just want to tell him already, but I don’t have the balls. Simon doesn’t seem to have that problem as he casually chews his food, takes a drink, and then looks at Zane. “So, I think Hunter and I are dating now.”

My eyes bug out of my head, and I just stare. We didn’t talk about this at all. I knew we needed to talk to Zane—but in front of the entire family? I look over at the kids’ table, where they’re just all laughing and talking joyously, and I wonder if I can sneak over there because our adults’ table is totally silent.

“What?” Simon asks his family, his eyes challenging them all.

“What do you meandating?” Zane asks, but his eyes are on me, his gaze murderous.

“Well, this was fun. Thanks for dinner,” I say, tossing my napkin on the table and getting ready to bolt, but Simon shakes his head at me, and I stay put.

“I mean we’re going to go out on a date. Some things happened when we were stuck in the cabin last night...” Oh, kill me now. I look anywhere but at my best friend, but I can feel his gaze on me. “Things I won’t be discussing, but things I want to explore.”

“Hmmm,” I hear their father. Great. He’ll help Zane kill me. But then, he shocks me. “Well, that sounds like a good plan. Can’t rush these things, I suppose. Dating is good.”

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