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Conrad does as he asks, and they go soaring down the hill, their laughter following them the entire way.
“You ready for this?” Conrad claps his hands together gleefully.
“Do I have a choice?”
“Nope.” He gives me that boyish grin. “Come on. You get settled first, and I’ll climb on behind you.”
“What are you waiting for?” Grant calls up the hill.
Knowing there’s no way of getting out of this, I settle on the front of the sled and wait for Conrad to take his place behind me. With his arm around my waist, he pulls me back against his chest. “That’s better.”
“They’re watching,” I warn him.
“Let them watch, Aspen.”
“Can we not do this right now? Not during their wedding?”
“Fine. But we are going to talk about it. About us.”
“There is no us, Conrad.”
“Oh, baby, there is most definitely an us. Now, hold on.” His grip grows tight as he rocks back and forth to get the sled to move. The movement reminds me of last night, and I’m suddenly overheated despite the freezing temperatures. We start moving, and the cold wind against my face is much-needed to cool me down. By the time we reach the bottom, we’re both laughing as the sled flips into the snow in order for us to stop. We’re a pile of sled, snow, arms, and legs. It’s perfect.
Just another moment to add to my long list of my time with him.
Chapter 14
Conrad
She’s cute. I don’t have another word to describe her right now. Aspen, Aurora, Layla, and Sawyer with her baby belly are trying to one-up each other with crazy dance moves, much like Aspen and I did two nights ago. The same night we spent in each other’s arms in our homemade fort. That night she was sexy and silly. Tonight, she’s downright adorable. Huh, I guess I do have another word that describes her.
Forcing myself to stop staring at her, I look around at my brothers. Royce has his eyes glued to his wife as Sawyer holds her hands on her baby bump and attempts the running man. His lips are quirked to one side as he looks at her adoringly, and I can only imagine what he’s thinking.
Owen pretty much has the same look of adoration as he watches Layla. Their son, Carter, is sleeping peacefully against his chest, amongst the chaos that is his parents and his aunts and uncles. He looks content and happy. The stoic, quiet brother I’ve always known is still there, but his wife and son bring out a new side of him, one we are all more than happy to see each and every day.
Grant is watching Aurora, but his gaze is half predatory, half infatuation. They’re still in the honeymoon phase, so to speak, and it shows. Don’t get me wrong, he adores her as much as my two older brothers do their wives, but Grant and Aurora are getting married in two days. My guess is he’s thinking about finally making love to his wife. Last week that wouldn’t have even crossed my mind. Okay, maybe it would have, but I would have said fucking her as his wife. My time here with Aspen has changed my outlook.
I have a theory of my own. Whatever this feeling is, it’s not magic. It’s magic pussy. It has to be. That’s a small detail my dad and brothers left out. There is no other explanation for the thoughts in my head and how I go out of my way to brush up against her and rush to the table to sit next to her. This isn’t me, but then again, it is. It’s me when it comes to Aspen.
Marshall stands and begins to dance around with the girls. He makes sure to dance up close to each of them. It’s innocent. We all know that. He’s trying to get a rise out of us, but it’s not going to work. We might not like seeing another man around our women, yes, our women, but this is Marsh. We know he would never go after any of them. His efforts are a waste, but at least it’s entertaining. They’re having a good time, and I want nothing more than to be out there with them. With her.
That about sums up my current situation. I’m nursing a beer and watching Aspen shake her ass on the makeshift dance floor delegated by the ladies in the basement of my parents’ cabin. I’d rather her be shaking her ass on me, maybe sitting on my lap? However, as an alternative, this doesn’t suck. Not at all.
Something passes between Aurora and Aspen. Whatever it is causes Aspen’s posture to stiffen. I sit up from where I’m lounging on the couch, ready to go to her, when Aurora announces, “Time for Truth or Dare.”
