Page 33 of Snowbound with the Santas

Probably not.

I finish brushing my teeth with a swirl of snow, and when I turn back around, all three of them are down to their boxers.

“Oh, my God!” I slap one hand over my eyes as sleeping bags rustle and Nick laughs.

“Sorry, Rayne, I didn’t even think about this. It’s to conserve heat. Clothing steals heat from you, and these sleeping bags are insulated, so all the body heat stays inside with you rather than getting absorbed and lost in your clothes.”

I drop my hand, and all three of them are tucked into their bags, except Frankie, who still holds his open.

“Please hurry,” he gasps. “Before my balls freeze off.”

Archer snorts in amusement, and what nerves I have at stripping in front of all three of them vanish at the first touch of cold against the bare skin on my back. I strip quickly down to my underwear and dive in next to Frankie. He zips us up and winds his thick, warm arms around me.

“Holy shit.” I shiver violently, and he presses against me, sharing his heat.

“Cold, right?” He chuckles, his breath hot against the back of my neck.

“If we freeze to death like this,” I gasp, huddling against him, “I hope we’re found in ten thousand years.”

“Like some kind of frozen history,” comes Nick’s voice from above me.

“Exactly.”

The fire blazes, stocked up enough to last through the night, and gradually, silence falls. Then, soft snorting rises and I can’t tell whether it’s from Nick or Archer.

Sleep doesn’t come for me. My heart pounds wildly being in Frankie’s arms, and now that I’m warm, I’m aware that we’re pressed body to body, skin to skin.

I bite my lip and close my eyes, willing myself to sleep until I feel it.

The rapid-growing rise of something firm and thick against the swell of my ass.

“Fuck,” comes Frankie’s distressed whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

He’shard.

Is it me? Or the situation?

I decide I don’t care.

Slowly, very slowly, I press my hips back into Frankie and his arms tighten around my waist.

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FRANKIE

She’s pressed right up against me, back to chest, thigh to thigh with her head nestled just beneath my chin.

There’s nothing I can do to keep my body under control. It acts with a mind of its own, and for a few long seconds, I pray that Rayne somehow doesn’t notice. Maybe the hike has tired her out completely or the cold will be sharp enough to distract her from everything and anything else that’s happening.

I don’t have that kind of luck.

I place one palm flat against her abdomen, and her muscles flex slightly, rolling under my touch. Her breathing is in pace with mine, and her entire body slots against me like she was made to be with me in this very moment.

I fight to keep my thoughts clean as I close my eyes, but her bright smile and cheeky, sparkling eyes weave around my thoughts like some kind of prayer.

Then her hips press back into my crotch and my weak apology becomes useless. One slow roll of her perfect ass against my crotch breaks the last strands of resolve in my mind, and my cock continues to swell up against her.

My cheeks flare hot. I sink my teeth hard into the inside of my cheek.

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