Page 21 of Light My Fire

“No, not clothes,” I agree, gathering my sweater around my body. “But I need a bra.” There—might as well just lay it out there.

“You don’tneeda bra,” Jackson says quickly.

“You wear whatever you want,” Luke says almost over the top of him.

I give Luke a smile. “Thanks. I’ll be right back.” I spin on my heel and head for my bedroom.

Yeah, it’s freakingcolddown here. I definitely don’t want to sleep in here until it warms back up. So I guess I’m killing time with the guys for the next few hours. No vibrator time for a while, I think, casting a glance at my bedside table.

But the hot tub will be fun.

I’m shaking with shivers by the time I strip, pull on a bra and change my panties so they match the pale blue bra. I know better than to wear white.

Or I could…

Stop being like that! Jackson would be a one-night stand at best and Luke would find that one more reason to think you’re ridiculous and be upset you’re crashing the boys’ weekend.

Wyatt would like it.

Yeah, well… maybe Wyatt and I will have time to explore each other’s underwear after this weekend.

And with all of those thoughts straightened out, I wrap myself in the fleece throw from the bottom of my bed and pad out into the hallway and to the living room.

Where I find myself alone.

But I know exactly where they are. They’re already in the hot tub. Which means I get to shed the blanket and climb into the tub in only my bra and panties with an audience.

You’ve worn swimming suits this same size, basically. Who cares?

But I do. Because I want them to care.

There. I said it. I’m very attracted to all three of them and even if nothing is going to happen between me and Jackson or me and Luke, I want them to wish it could.

That’s normal. Probably.

I take a deep breath and cross to the door leading to the deck. I slide it open and step out.

And I’m not going to dawdle. The snow is still falling, and the wind is swirling around the house. Though the hot tub is in a protected corner with an overhang, the air around it is blizzard air.

“Ahh!” I shriek as the blast of cold hits me. I drop the blanket and run to the hot tub, practically launching myself over the edge and into the hot water.

Wyatt somehow catches me under my arms and hauls me up before my head goes under.

They’re all chuckling, even Luke, and I grin up at Wyatt. “Thanks for the assist.”

“My pleasure.” He draws me close and sets me on the bench next to him.

He stretches his arm along the edge of the tub behind me.

I settle in, the water coming almost up to my chin, where it hits Wyatt at mid-chest.

I sigh as the warmth surrounds me. Yeah, this is nice.

We all just soak for a few minutes. I tip my head back, watching the snow swirl against the inky sky above us.

It’s so quiet out here, it almost seems wrong to talk.

That doesn’t stop Jackson, of course.

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