Page 3 of Packed for the Holidays

Emily would probably scold me for being such a chickenshit, even though she understands it better than most. The only reason I told her was because she had her own sexual awakening recently, so she can relate.

McQuinn’s hand lands on my shoulder. “You okay?”

I jump back, twisting away from him. “Yeah, man. Fine. I’m fine.”

“You know you can tell us things, right?” His voice lowers. Running a hand through his red hair, he offers me a half shrug. “I know how hard it can be to open up, but… it’s worth it.”

With that, he leaves me to contemplate what I want and how the hell I can ask for it.

3

McQuinn

“Itold you we shouldn’t have waited so long to get the tree.” I touch the dried needles of a spindly pine. None of the other trees are much better. We might actually have to go cut something down in order to get a decent one.

Nils comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my middle. “If we’d gotten it earlier, it would be dead before Christmas.”

“Which is why we should have put up a fake tree.”

“Oh, stop whining.” He nips a bite at my shoulder. “Meggie wanted a real one, and we both know you can’t deny her any more than the rest of us can.”

I smile as I turn around in his arms. “Doesn’t mean I can’t complain about it a little.”

“You could complain about anything.” He chuckles, but I stop his laughter with a kiss.

“I can’t complain about that,” I say when we come up for air.

He gives me a kiss-drunk smile before pulling my lips to his again. He tastes like the peppermint candy cane he ate in the car on the way here. It combines with his minty eucalyptus scent to steal my breath right out of my lungs, so fresh and tingly it’s like stepping outside in December.

“Why did we agree to be the ones to pick up the tree again?” I ask, kissing along his neck. “We could be home in the nest fucking our omega right now.”

His laugh makes my chest flutter with pleasure.

“Pick a tree and maybe we’ll have time,” he says.

I focus on finding the best tree possible, pay, and tie it to the hood of the car. When I pull out of the parking lot and on to the quiet back road that will take us home, Nils turns on his favorite Christmas playlist. A mix of holiday classics, pop artists covering the holiday classics, and a few songs off of Satan’s Panties Christmas album. Those aren’t my favorite, but I love how they make Nils smile.

This quiet stretch of road is beautiful in the fall, when all the leaves change colors, but right now the forest is mostly bare. It’ll be pretty again when it snows, which they say might happen by Christmas. Personally, I don’t care if it snows. I just want to spend the day cuddling with my pack, fucking a couple times, and opening presents. Once we figure outwhat we’re getting Meggie, that is.

The music changes, and Nils sets his hand on my thigh. It’s a simple touch, one that might normally be just about comfort and connection while we drive, but the desire I feel through our bond makes it more suggestive.

“Do I need to pull over?” I tease.

“No.” Nils tugs against his seatbelt to angle his body. “You need to focus on the road.”

His hand moves up my leg to the button of my jeans, and I take a sharp inhale as the bass drops, my blood pumping with the beat. He slowly lowers my zipper. I grip the steering wheel tighter.

“We probably shouldn’t do this,” I whisper. “It’s not safe.”

“Have you seen another car since we left the Christmas tree farm?”

I shake my head.

“Can you be a good boy and stay focused?”

I swallow and nod, my dick jumping against the thin fabric of my Christmas wreath boxers.

“Good, because I don’t want to wait to have your cock in my mouth.”

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