A bottle of wine chilled in an ice bucket, and I caught sight of a tray of cookies on the counter.
“How did you do all of this?” It was barely noon. They hadn’t had time.
“Colt.” All three of them answered at the same time.
Rafe stepped ahead of me and checked the wine. “He was more than happy to help once he found out our plan.”
“We wanted to give you a perfect Christmas.” Bishop helped me out of my coat and hung it in the closet alongside his, Rafe’s, and Ash’s.
I took my time walking across the living room.
A long couch sat in the center of the room facing a window that overlooked the snowy yard.
A heavy flannel blanket covered the back, and it was too easy to imagine all of us piled on the couch with nothing but the blanket and our body heat to keep warm.
“Our first Christmas together as a family.” Ash rubbed his hands together.
Family.
It landed in my chest and stuck there. “I couldn’t ask for more.”
“Not anything?” Ash raised his eyebrows. “You can’t think ofanythingelse you might want from us?”
I laughed at the playfulness in his voice. “Okay, yes. I can think of something I want. All of you.”
“Done.” Rafe pulled a chair out from the table. “We’re all yours. And I vote we start with a meal.”
The afternoon melted away in a haze of contentment.
We ate.
I explored the cabin.
Ash suggested a board game by the fire, and it quickly turned into a fight to see who could win faster.
We took turns telling stories, and I learned more about them in one afternoon than I had in a month.
Ash brought me a glass of wine, and Rafe finally explained why he’d always hated Christmas.
My heart broke for the boy forced into manhood too soon.
He’d practically raised Colt, always making sure Colt had what he needed, even if Rafe went without.
The wine and soft firelight brought a lull and a sense of peace to the room.
We sat on the long couch, Rafe on one side of me and Bishop on the other.
Bishop ran his hand up and down my thigh in a slow caress.
His eyes drew me in, and I leaned forward to kiss him.
Rafe took the glass from my hand and skimmed his lips over the back of my neck.
“Not here.” Bishop stood, pulling me up with him. “Bedroom.”
He took my hand and led the way to a massive room with a king-sized bed covered in a thick flannel comforter.
They took their time removing my clothes, worshiping my body as they progressed.
