Page 118 of Just Shred

A song by Oasis fills the air around me. My brows furrow as I answer my phone. “Have you changed my ringtone again?”

Jesse laughs full out. “I did. A man can only listen to so much Poison before he loses his mind.”

I lean against my bike, resting my helmet on the handlebars. “Are you coming, Ace?” Jesse’s voice rasps over the line. “You need to fucking see this. We’re still at the Hideout. But you better not be riding your bike.”

I snort. “The roads were clear, and you’re the one to talk, Mister Daredevil.”

His chuckle brings out a secret thrill, shooting a lightning bolt of pleasure between my thighs. I grab my snow boots from my backpack and quickly put them on.

“They are naturals. Dean even jumped over a pile of snow and stuck the landing like a pro. Can you believe it?” Jesse says, all excited.

I chuckle, saying hello to a couple of people I know, stopping at the base of the slope. “I see you, babe.” I wave at him standing halfway down the mountain, balancing on his board, watching our kids.

“Wait for mommy, guys,” he says, ending the call and making his way down. He boards down and stops right in front of me, snow flying through the air and hitting me right in the face.

Wiping the snow from my nose, I laugh. “Hey, Acie,” he says. He takes off his Oakley goggles and pulls me into his arms and kisses me. My hands disappear into his hair peeking out, and he growls.

“You look hot, babe,” he husks out, his hand caressing my ass over the top of my blue jeans. His mouth is an inch from my ear, and I shiver as his breath ghosts over my neck.

I rub my thumb over his bottom lip. “You look happy.”

“I am. I can’t wait to get you home, get the kids to your parents, and fuck you in the shower, then eat you out when we’re in bed,” he promises, waggling his eyebrows.

“I love it when you get all romantic on me, Jesse,” I tease, pushing him away from me.

“Hey, I can be romantic,” he says, crossing his arms in front of him.

“Uh huh.” I smile, staring into his gray eyes.

Jesse’s eyes flash, and I am treated to a wolfish smile.

“What is it, snowboard guy?” I ask, turning my attention to Sammie and Dean sitting on their butts in the snow, talking to each other.

“You wait and see,” he tells me. I stare up at the snow-covered mountain.

“Come on, Sammie, follow Dean down,” he yells up the slope.

“Okay, daddy,” my beautiful daughter says.

“Watch this, Mom.” Dean waves.

“Hey, babies,” I yell back.

“Look, Mom,” Dean says, spinning on his snowboard. I giggle, and Jesse takes my hand in his.

“They are getting so big, babe. I can’t believe it.” His voice is a little hoarse, watching Dean make another turn.

“I know,” I whisper. Sammie adjusts her little pink helmet, her pigtails blowing in the wind. Dean is already protective of his sister. Although they are twins, they couldn’t be more different.

I chuckle, watching Sammie follow Dean down.

“What’s that smile, Acie?” Jesse rasps.

“Our kids, babe. Before you know it, they’ll be tearing it up in the halfpipe,” I tell him, bumping my elbow in his side.

“Don’t start. I’m already scared shitless every time they shred down the mountain,” he says, sounding worried. I love the little crease he gets between his brows when he looks at the twins.

Sammie helps Dean up when he falls, and together they ride faster than they probably should down the slope. When they stop right in front of us, snow flies all around.

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