Page 8 of Puck the Halls
I’ve been looking forward to this trip for weeks. My anticipation for our unencumbered time together in this cabin is high. I barely packed any clothes knowing I would be spending most of our seventy-two hours here naked.
Now I’m horny and annoyed and a little cold away from the big fire Michael built in the main room.
I study the photo I took.
It’s good and will make the guys crazy. But then I have a better idea.
I slip on the silky robe that goes with the barely-there negligee that I picked out with Nathan in mind.
I have one for each of the guys.
This one is black, kind-of. It’s really mostly see-through. The breasts are completely cut out with black silk ribbons running under and around both breasts, framing and lifting them. The lacy skirt falls just below the curve of my ass and the matching thong with the sheer panel that covers my pussy.
The black robe conceals all of that though as I take the wide, winding stairs down into the living room area. This area of the cabin has a twenty-foot cathedral ceiling and as I come down the steps, the view out the windows—the dark mountains and glittering stars in the clear December sky–makes me catch my breath.
So does the sight of Michael, my big gorgeous husband, lounging on the sofa in front of the huge stone fireplace. My pulse kicks up and heat swirls in my belly.
I’m having sex tonight whether Nathan and Crew are here or not.
Michael has wine and cheese and crackers set out on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He’d talked me into snacking and watching a movie with him to quell my disappointment about the other two not making it tonight. We hadn’t planned on being asleep yet, anyway. They were going to be here around one-thirty in the morning, but we havenoresponsibilities for the next two full days and we were going to simply eat, sleep, and fuck whenever and as much as we felt like.
I stop on the bottom step and take everything in.
The cabin has been decorated for Christmas with thick evergreen garlands, wreaths, and a fully adorned twenty-foot Fraser fir.
Everything is perfect.
Except for the fact that half of us are missing.
That’s truly how it feels. I love Michael and we’ll have a wonderful, romantic time. I’m not worried about that at all. But when one or more of our foursome is missing I feel it.
Michael has been trying to comfort me. I appreciate it. Of the three guys to be with me in a time when I’m worried, hurt, and a little angry, Michael is the best one. He is a calming presence for all of us.
But it’s unusual that my upset is caused by one of my husbands.
And I’m torn. Nathan‘s love and devotion for our children is one of the things that makes me love him most. It’s incredible to see him as a father. Isabel and Oliver are not his biological children, but he treats them as if they are and more. He’s enamored with them, completely obsessed. From their smiles to their burps, he’s delighted by everything they do. He’s also overly protective and determined that they have every single thing they could either possibly ever need or want.
I know they are giving as much to him as he is to them. Nathan never expected to be a father and now he has two children.
Michael and Crew have been incredible about letting Nathan develop a bond with both kids and take over a fully parental role in their lives.
But this is just beyond ridiculous.
He saw them this morning before Michael and I took them to Lorraine and Clayton. We then brought Nathan’s private plane from Decatur to Aspen. We’ve been here since late morning. The plane went back to Chicago to then bring Crew and Nathan to Aspen after the Racketeers’ game.
We don’t have much time.
And I have been so looking forward to this.
So, I’m going to make the most of my time here.
I clear my throat and Michael looks away from the TV. When he sees me, he freezes. Then slowly sits up.
“Holy shit, Dani.”
I prop a hand on my hip and let the robe fall open on one side.
“This was what I picked out for Nathan. Yours is still upstairs.”
