Page 18 of Say Yule Stay
“Watching you get off might be my new favorite thing,” I tell her, rubbing my nose against hers, “but it’s time for us to go inside so I can get you naked and fuck you on every surface in my house.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“That’s good because if I have it my way, you’re going to have trouble walking tomorrow.”
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WALKER
It’s a race back to the house with dusk upon us, the snow barely slowing our steps despite the wind and the drifts of almost knee-deep powder.
Even doubling back to get my gloves didn’t slow me down.
Falling inside, I slam the door closed behind us and give her a searing kiss, then rip the zipper of my jacket down and shrug out of it. I’ve unbuttoned my snowpants when my phone buzzes inside my jeans.
Cursing, I wrestle the damn thing out of the pocket and stare at it.
SAWYER: What are you doing?
WALKER: We were building a snowman
Not exactly a lie.
SAWYER: Is that a euphemism?
I snortout a laugh as I brush the snow from my hair.
WALKER: No—literal snowman
And other things.
SAWYER: Okay
SAWYER: Whatever
SAWYER: Hallie says wear a Christmas sweater
SAWYER: I don’t care what you wear just be ready in five
Frowning,I look up to see Lacey stripping out of her wet clothes, my dick hardening as she drops the pair of sweatpants to the floor, leaving her in only a bra and skintight leggings.
Fuck, yes.
I’m about to tell her what her current outfit is doing to me when another message comes through.
SAWYER: 3 minutes
WALKER: No
SAWYER: Notice how I didn’t ask?
Fucking cockblock.
WALKER: Yeah, you’re a delight as always
WALKER: Where the hell are we even going?
SAWYER: Coastal Eats—there’s some stuff that won’t make it till this storm clears, and I want to check the motion detector around back so it doesn’t keep going off
