Page 35 of Holiday Power Play

He chuckles, taking his free hand and bringing it to my waistband. He slips his hand down between my legs and when he finds the moisture pooling there he whispers, “Liar.”

I gulp, shutting my eyes as he does the thing I want. He presses his body against me, pinning me into the wall. I’m helpless against the Christmas lights restraining my hands above my head as he takes the slickness in his hand and moves it in a delicious circle against my clit.

I shutter, opening my eyes to see his hungry on me. His lips part and he slowly and lifts his glistening middle finger to his mouth, his lips wrapping around as he sucks it into his mouth and licks the taste of me off of it.

Oh my god.

“You taste sinful, Lana. Wanna taste?”

I gulp but before I can say anything his lips are on mine and he takes me in a dizzying kiss. His tongue parts my lips, meeting mine. And I want nothing more than for him to just take me right here, right now with the fire roaring next to me.

But the bathroom door opens down the hall. Our lips break apart and he lets go of his hold on my wrists.

In no rush at all, Trevor walks to the kitchen and starts unloading the groceries from the two bags on the island just as Vance walks in.

Nearly busted… again. But this time, I’m in a much more compromising position.

Vance takes one look at me, my wrists wrapped up in the string lights, and laughs. “What the hell is wrong with you?

My thoughts exactly…what the hell is wrong with me?

“Uh,” I look down at the lights twisted around my wrist. “I got a little tied up,” I say, holding up the tangle.

“Better you do it than me, tangled lights are a bitch,” Vance says, going to the kitchen to help Trevor.

Trevor looks over at me with a smirk and I roll my eyes, trying to untie myself.

“Let me,” Trevor says, coming back over to me, and as he does my heartbeat picks up its pace.

He reaches for my wrists and unties the lights quickly.

“Got yourself into a little mess there, didn’t you, little grinch?” he says playfully.

“You know,” Vance says from the kitchen. “I thought for sure I’d come home to Lana digging up a grave in the backyard, but I didn’t expect to see this.”

Trevor and I both glance at each other quickly.

“A nice fire going, a tree about to be decorated, you two… being cordial. It’s nice,” Vance says. “It makes Christmas trapped in a random town in a random cabin just a little bit better.”

Right…cordial.That’s what’s happening between his teammate and I. We’re being cordial.

“Did you find out if we can stay the extra day?” Trevor says, backing away from me and stringing the lights on the tree.

“I did. And got a hold of mom and pops too.”

“What’d they say?” I ask him.

“They’re sad to miss Christmas but they’d rather we be safe.”

Vance grabs a pot from one of the cabinets. “We should play some music.”

“Maybe have some drinks?” Trevor says, swishing the bottle of vodka from earlier around.

“Fine,” Vance says grabbing it and taking a swig. “One drink.”

Chapter 8

Trevor

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