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She looked down at herself. “I can’t possibly go to a party, not looking like this.”
“You look beautiful,” I said automatically. I hadn’t even noticed what she was wearing, in all honesty, just that she looked hot in her tight black pants and V-neck shirt I could see beneath her jacket.
She let out a cute little snort of amusement. “Right.”
“He’s not lying,” Jackson said. “You look amazing.”
“I’m wearing yoga pants.” Her look said she thought we were crazy. “I have no makeup on and my hair is sticking out every which way.”
“My parents won’t care what you’re wearing,” Jackson said. What he didn’t say was that we didn’t mind looking at her long legs and perfect ass in those snug pants. “It’s a casual get together, nothing fancy. And they would love to meet you.”
She sighed. We almost had her. Leaning over, I lowered my voice and spoke softly in her ear. “If you’re a good girl and go to the party with us, I promise you’ll get a reward later.”
I felt her shiver of anticipation as she laughed softly at the teasing words.
“Promises, promises,” she murmured. Then turning to Jackson, she gave in with a sigh. “Okay, Romeo, take me home to meet your family. And I definitely want that reward.”
I put the truck in gear as I groaned. A holiday party with a hard-on. It wasn’t going to be easy.
6
AVERY
* * *
I felt ridiculous. No, that wasn’t quite right. I felt fat and happy after eating my weight in brownies, but I definitely looked ridiculous.
Jackson hadn’t been lying when he’d said that the party wasn’t fancy—but it definitely wasn’t the small, casual get-together he’d said it would be, either. Standing off to the side and watching as a small group sang carols around the piano in the Wrays’ great room, I couldn’t believe I’d let Jackson and Dash talk me into this.
Jackson’s family had welcomed me with open arms. Literally. I’d never been hugged so much in my life. And no one seemed to notice that I was wearing yoga pants and a simple knit shirt. Or, if they did, they were too polite to comment on it. Not that Montana was fancy. Dressing up meant putting on a clean pair of jeans, but still. I did have some standards. Like tamed hair and perhaps some mascara.
Jackson’s mom led the tree decorating on the other side of the room and I watched from my comfortable spot by the dining room table, which was laden with food. Food I’d sampled way too much.
“We can’t hide over here all night, you know,” Jackson teased, coming up to my side. He’d been dragged off by his father to get more ice from the garage freezer.
“Why not?” Dash asked, taking a handful of party mix and shoving it i
n his mouth. He held a bottle of beer in his other hand. “Avery found the best spot in the house, right next to the food.”
Besides offering a helping hand to Jackson’s parents, these guys hadn’t left my side from the moment we’d walked in. They’d been attentive and polite, introducing me to everyone who passed our way and making sure I had a full glass of eggnog in hand at all times. Maybe I just didn’t date enough, or maybe I’d just never dated the right kind of guys, but this kind of treatment was a novel experience for me. They were treating me like I was royalty, or something. Like I was precious and irreplaceable.
Like I was the center of their world. At least at the party.
Their behavior was odd, but…nice. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment. Not me, of course. I’d promised myself long ago that I wouldn’t fall into the same kind of trap that my parents had—stuck and miserable, which described them perfectly. I’d made sure I escaped their fate when I headed off to college and never looked back. Yet, here I was.
Still, these guys would make some girl very happy one day. My mind flashed back to the way they’d worshipped my body the other night until I was more satisfied than I’d ever imagined possible. Dash sprawled on the bed, me straddling his hips and riding him, his cock so deep, Jackson kneeling beside me and murmuring how he was going to someday fuck my ass just as he was doing with his finger.
I clenched my pussy at the very naughty vision.
Oh yeah, they’d make some woman very happy.
A stirring of something unpleasant in my belly had me gripping my cup of eggnog even tighter. Was that…jealousy? Yup. Ugly and green. I wanted to claw the eyes out of any woman who wanted to get between these two. I felt very possessive of their big cocks. And the rest of them.
I stifled a groan as I took a sip of the sweet drink. How ridiculous to be so stupid and petty over an unknown woman for a life and relationship I didn’t even want. For two cocks I’d intentionally walked away from. It must have been a side effect of being in this cozy home with its warm people and festive atmosphere. That was the only explanation for my sudden longing for something I’d never even known. It wasn’t as if my parents decorated for the holidays. No, they hadn’t put a tree up since the time I was eight and my dad went and bought the wrong type from the lot. My mother had wanted a blue spruce and he’d brought home a pine, three feet taller than expected.
While my parents were thrilled to have Jackie’s wedding over the holidays—they didn’t have to pay for decorations at the church or reception hall since they were already decked out for the season—that was as far as their good cheer went.
I couldn’t miss one of Jackson’s dads sneak over to his mom and wrap his arms around her from behind. Mrs. Wray, with her silver hair, black pants and festive sweater, looked like a teenager as she giggled and blushed when he tugged her toward the entrance to the dining room where a mistletoe hung.
