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Donovan’s gaze shifted to me. He raised a mischievous eyebrow. “You wore him out?”
I made a pouty face. “He wore himself out,” I said. “If you can believe that.”
“On you?” Donovan joked, knowing it was probably less of a joke and much closer to the truth. “Yeah. I can believe it.”
We stood huddled around the fire for a while, feeding it well, watching it grow. Donovan talked all about his long ride here. He also told us about the storm, and how we’d likely be stranded here for a while. Maybe a long while.
As the two men laughed and got along, I took a step back to admire them. They were beautiful on the outside, of course — more physically amazing than anyone I’d ever dated. But they were also handsome on the inside, where it really counted. Each of them was smart, driven, funny. Personality-wise they were incredibly sweet also, each in his own unique way.
And Brody…
Slumbering upstairs, Brody added a bright optimism and youthful energy to everything he touched. It was one of the things I loved most about him. That, and his remarkably talented mouth…
Slowly I came to the realization that being stranded here — with my three incredible lovers — wasn’t exactly the prison-sentence Donovan was making it out to be. In fact, it sounded like the best Christmas ever.
“Sun’s coming up in a a few minutes,” said Lincoln, staring into the flames.
“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?” Donovan asked.
“Coffee?”
My personal trainer laughed and nodded. “Shit yeah, coffee.”
“And breakfast!” I chimed in. My stomach rumbled its full agreement. “I almost forgot why I came down here. I’m starving!”
“What kind of breakfast?” Donovan squinted.
Lincoln started counting off on his fingers. “Eggs, toast, bacon, potatoes with onions…”
Donovan wrinkled his nose. “Got any unsweetened, steel-cut oatmeal?”
“Sure,” laughed Lincoln. “It’s out in the detached warehouse, right next to the Maserati.”
“The blue one or the red one?” Donovan grinned.
“Right next to the ‘fuck you’ sign. Over by the—”
“Will you assholes stop?” I laughed. “Holy shit, if we don’t make something soon I’m going to chew my own arm off.” I pointed at Donovan, then at the kitchen. “It’s Saturday now. That’s your cheat day. Get the hell in there and start scrambling some eggs before I stick a foot in your ass.”
“Foot in my ass,” he nodded, grinning. “Got it.”
“But first…”
I leapt into his arms and kissed him, before he could say anything else. Donovan’s strong arms slid around me. He held me tightly as his lips churned against mine, kissing me back firmly, passionately...
“Welcome to the weekend,” I finally winked.
Forty-Eight
HOLLY
“And I say if we’re going to have Christmas here, we’ve gotta have a tree…”
Brody’s statement was punctuated by him stuffing a quarter of a pancake into his mouth. His jaw moved vigorously, trying to win the ensuing battle.
“I just don’t have one,” shrugged Lincoln.
“Not even a fake one, up in the attic?”
