Page 20 of Packed for the Holidays

I don’t care who wins the gingerbread competition, because I’ve already won everything right here.

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Oz

Once Meggie’s mom and sisters are in bed, we all make our way up to the nest together.

“I still think we should have won the gingerbread competition,” Ellis says, with a note of playful jabbing in his voice. “You didn’t even make a house.”

“A pool is infinitely better than a house,” McQuinn scoffs. “Obviously.”

“Not in the winter.” Harrison puts toothpaste on his toothbrush.

“The voters thought so.” Nils steals the toothpaste from him.

“I’d rather be in the pool any day,” McQuinn replies. He’s leaning in the arch that leads from the bathroom to the massive bedroom space, armscrossed in a way that makes his lean muscles bulge. Fuck, why can’t I stop looking at my pack mate’s forearms?

I cast my eyes up and away, but that only makes it worse. McQuinn is right under a bundle of Meggie’s mistletoe. My heart picks up, pounding against my ribs. I don’t say anything about it. Just because I’m the one who notices he’s under the mistletoe doesn’t mean I have to be the one to kiss him. He probably wouldn’t like it if I did. He’s got Nils and Meggie, Dante and Ellis, he doesn’t need me.

I wonder if his lips are as soft as Meggie’s. Would he kiss me the way he kisses her? Or would it be rougher? I bet I could be a lot rougher with him. A shiver runs up my spine.

“Oooohhh, someone’s under the mistletoe,” Meggie sing-songs as she crawls into bed. “Someone needs to kiss McQuinn.”

“I’ll do it.” Shit, did I say that out loud? The words are out of my fucking mouth before I give it a second thought.

I expect McQuinn to look surprised or give me some kind of snarky remark, instead he just gives me an I-dare-you smirk and crooks his finger at me.

Alright, smartass, I see your challenge. I march right up to him, grab a fist full of his hair and tug the tall bastard down until his lips crash into mine. I’d planned on a quick kiss, but the moment we’re close, there’s something inside me that just wants more and unleashes.

My bulky body presses against his lean strength, igniting a spark that travels straight down my spine. I don’t feel protective or gentle with him the way I do with Meggie. I’m rough, and he’s rougher. Just like I thought he might be.

His tongue plunges between my lips, and my dick throbs in approval. We’re close enough that I can feel the bulge between his legs harden against me. Holy shit. I’m kissing McQuinn. He’s kissing me back. Our lips and tongues meeting and melding and fighting for dominance. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

With a hand on the back of my neck holding me there, he swallows my groan and pulls away just enough to nip my lip with his teeth. The pleasure-pain heats my blood and I’m hard as a rock. I don’t let him get away or pull back again. I demand more.

Any questions or uncertainty I had are gone. I just take, and he gives. And it feels… right.

When we finally come up for air, the room is dead silent. I forgot we had an audience. The heat that was from arousal a second ago quickly morphs to embarrassment.

“So, are we done pretending you’re not into dudes?” McQuinn whispers as he drags his thumb across my lower lip. His cocky smirk is tempered by the lust raging in his eyes.

All I can do is swallow and nod. I don’t trust my voice to answer.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Meggie’s words are nearly a moan and her massive smile erases every concern Ihad.

“Are you two coming to bed?” Nils pats the comforter next to him, making no effort to hide the tent he’s pitching under his reindeer boxer briefs.

A loaded question.

McQuinn slides his hand into mine and gently tugs me toward the rest of our pack. My heart is going to pound its way out of my chest, and thank fucking Rudolph McQuinn doesn’t comment on my sweaty palms. I’m nervous. I’m kinda scared. I’m so excited I might jizz in my pants before anything happens.

Harrison wraps an arm around Meggie’s waist and pulls her into his body, giving me space. Her cheeks are flushed, her smile wide. There might be tears in her eyes, but our horny girl wriggles her ass against Harrison’s crotch, and I’m thankful for the way they wordlessly understand what I need. What I want.

Which, for right now, is men. My pack mates. I want to explore every inch of them, do all the things I’ve been secretly dreaming about.

Ellis and Dante are across the room by the dresser. They wear matching gleeful smiles, like Santa came early, but they don’t make any sudden movements that might scare me off.

Nils crawls across the mattress to the edge of the bed where McQuinn and I are standing, the sight making my mouth water. He’s only got on those fucking Christmas boxers. His chest is bare, firm muscles rippling as he moves closer.

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