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She turns her head to look up at me. “You’re a real sweet talker, Tucker Parker,” she says. “Your tongue must be made from caramel.”
“I have been described as charming once or twice in my time,” I say with a smirk. Then, with an even bigger one, “Also, I’ve had plenty of compliments about my tongue.”
“I suspect your tongue gets you into an awful lot of trouble.”
I chuckle. “You have no idea, sweetheart. No idea at all. But if it could get me into trouble with you, it would be worth it.”
“Maybe you should stop talking,” she says, “and put that tongue to good use.”
“Oh yeah? And how would that be?”
“By kissing me, for a start,” she says.
And I do not need to be asked twice. I hold her in my arms, bend down, and kiss her lips. Luckily, Storm knows theway home. He’s not about to bolt or throw me off, even if I am making out with a girl on his back. And so, with one hand lightly on the reins and the other wrapped around her waist, I kiss Hollie Bright – and I show her just how good my tongue can be.
When we break apart, Hollie smiles up at me.
“So,” she says.
“So,” I say.
“Annie and her parents are stuck in town on account of the snowstorm.”
“Yep, they certainly are.”
“Do you think they’ll be coming home anytime soon?”
I shake my head. “There’s at least four feet of snow out there on the roads. They won’t be coming home tonight, that’s for sure.”
“So,” she says again.
“So,” I repeat.
“We have the house to ourselves.”
“We do, but I think I’d better get you to our cabin and warm you up, little Omega. It’s closer.”
And she smiles even more brightly and replies, “Yes, I think you better.”
Chapter Twenty
Hollie
That kiss with Tucker may have been hotter than holy hell, but I’m freezing my ass off, and I’m utterly relieved when the alphas’ cabin comes into view. I’m guessing Storm must feel similarly because he picks up his pace and we’re outside the cabin in no time at all.
Tucker leads me straight inside, and has a fire roaring in a matter of minutes, leaving me to strip off my wet outer layers while he ensures Storm is warm and settled in the shed row barn. When he returns, I’m standing by the fire in just my woolly sweater, my panties and my socks. Luckily, the sweater is an oversized one that falls to the top of my thighs, ensuring my modesty, but Tucker takes a good look at me anyway.
“It’s very Christmassy in here.” I point to the large decorated tree, the strings of lights and the evergreen garland string above the fireplace.
“Nash,” he explains, “he’s our design guru and he likes everything looking festive for the holidays. Do you like it?”
“I love it. Are you sure one of you isn’t actually Santa and this is your grotto?”
“Definitely not Santa but more than willing to make your Christmas wishes come true, sweetheart.” He winks at me. “Still cold?”
I’ve wrapped a blanket around my shoulders but my teeth are still chattering.
“A little,” I tell him.
