“Who would’ve thought you could be so obedient?” Yana teases as we amble toward the cabin. “You were such a good boy.”
I snort. “Is that what you said to me while you were coming?”
Her eyes twinkle. “Maybe.”
Fuck, I can barely keep my hands to myself. With her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen, she’s even harder to resist. All I can think about is pulling her back against me and getting started on round two.
I guide her into the cabin, and we’re instantly hit with the heat of the fireplace. We’re hit with a shit-eating grin from Logan, too. He’s sitting on the couch.Elfis playing on the TV, but he’s examining us with an amused glint in his eye.
“Well,” he drawls, “you could’ve invited me too.”
Maybe I should be ashamed. Maybe I should panic about getting caught. Instead, a smug smile overtakes me.
“Maybe next time.” I wink at him.
At that, my best friend bursts into laughter.
1 Go fuck yourself
2 You drive me insane
3 Oh God
4 Good boy
ELEVEN
Only Ours
YANA
The kitchen smells incredible.Like roasted chicken, garlic, onions, tangerine, and the dressing for the salad I threw together. Camden’s at the stove, wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants, stirring the sauce like he’s a contestant on a damn cooking show. I’m not exactly sure what his goal is—to make a perfect mushroom cream sauce or to make me horny. Right now, horniness is winning out.
“Has anyone ever told you, Red, that you’re bossy?” he mutters. “It’s just sauce. Stop acting like we’re cooking for a Michelin-starred restaurant.”
“This may not be a fancy restaurant, but the sauce is for our Christmas dinner, so it should be perfect.” I sidle up beside him, my shoulder brushing his.
Smiling, he shakes his head, a sense of ease rolling off him.
Logan hums “Last Christmas” while he chops vegetables, way too pleased with himself. I wander over to him and steal a cherry tomato from under the knife.
“Hey!” He turns to look at me, eyebrows pulled together. “Behave yourself. I could have cut you.”
I bump my hip against his. “I’m the queen. Have you forgotten? I can do anything I want.”
Chuckling, he tips his chin to Camden. “Looks like being with both of us has gone to her head, don’t you think?”
Camden flexes one arm, making his muscles bulge. “Have you seen us, man? We’re catches, and she snared us both. Red has every reason to be smug.”
I tap my bottom lip. “‘Red’ and ‘Queen’? Suddenly, I feel like a character fromAlice in Wonderland.”
“What does that make us, then?” Logan snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me to his side. The heat of his naked chest sends a delicious thrill down my spine.
“Good question. If I’m a queen, who are you?” I tease as I melt into him.
Snickering, Camden turns off the stove. “Your kings. Obviously.”
“What he said.” Logan kisses my temple.
