Page 13 of Dad Bods and Blizzards

“Don’t judge us by what you see, Princess.”

“It’s so… empty…” She crosses her arms. “So cold. No photos, no personal touches. I’ve stayed in hotel rooms with more personality.”

Woody shifts his weight by the doorway. Griz rushes to the fireplace and stacks wood. Good move. She’s probably not as used to the cold as we’ve gotten. None of us have a lavish existence, but our real homes are better than this.

“Maybe we just need a woman’s touch to bring our home to life.” I try to play up our mountain man cover.

“You don’t even have memories or Christmas decorations,” she says casually, but there’s a sharpness beneath her words. Is she testing us?

Griz fumbles a match, flinging the small fiery stick to the wood floor and grabbing it quickly. The pseudo-lie catches in my throat as I say, “Nothing worth remembering until we met you.”

“Which would amount to time in a sex club?” Naomi is facing out the window as if distancing herself.

“Definitely memorable!” If only we could tell her how much we already know about her. The extensive surveillance. We fell in love with her long before the auction.

Woody says, “We’ll make other memories too. This place is just minimalist because we don’t need much, just a safe place to live.”

“Maybe I should take some pointers. Living frugally would mean I can get my own place sooner.” She continues to look at the snow-covered trees.

“Where do you want to move to?” I ask.

“Anywhere that’s not my dad’s house. He’s gotten weird and… controlling. It’s complicated.” Her voice goes distant.

I step behind her, pressing my body against hers. Sex with her was only a certainty for one of us, assuming the auction went according to plan, but she came home with us. I’ll see if she’s receptive because I damn sure need to claim her. “If you lived with us, we could offer stress relief.”

“Lived with you?” Naomi wiggles her butt against me, her breath fogging the window. “I suppose having your own winter wonderland is a stress relief.”

I lean down. “There are things even more stress-relieving than staring at snow-covered trees.”

She angles her head over her shoulder, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Like what?”

I nod toward the window. “Well, for one, no one can see us.”

Naomi bites her lip, considering. “See us do what?”

I slide my hands around her so I can get better leverage rocking my hips into her. “We can find out if sex with me is as boring as sex with Griz. He put you to sleep for hours.”

Her laugh is heartfelt. “But imagine if you’re even more boring… I could slip into a coma, and poor Woody wouldn’t get a turn.”

Woody joins our fun. “I could go next, just in case.”

“Or nut from watching again.” Griz takes a jab.

“I’m already here.” I slip my hands under her sweatshirt, skimming over her smooth skin. She shivers, but not from the cold. Her heart races, her breath coming in quick gasps as I massage her breasts. I pull her sweatshirt off, tossing it aside, then her bra. She takes control of the rest, so I get myself naked.

I take a moment to admire her, hands pressed on either side of the window as she looks outside, her naked body welcoming me, trusting me.

Starting on her luscious round ass cheek, I trail kisses up her back, onto her neck, and on the side of her face, stopping at her other cheek.

A gust of wind hits the house, drafting through the edge of the window. She shivers. “If you want to do this here, you better warm me up.”

I don’t need any more encouragement. I position myself at her entrance and sink slowly into her warmth. I am home. It has nothing to do with the decorations or location or case file. Inside of Naomi is where I’m meant to be.

She moans, her forehead falling against the glass.

I start to move, my thrusts slow and steady. Her body responds, her hips moving in sync with mine. The window fogs around us, our breaths mingling, our bodies becoming one.

I’m certain Griz and Woody are watching, but it’s Naomi and me, lost in each other, lost in the moment. And it’s perfect.

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