"Never have I ever," Nick interrupts desperately before flipping his card. He closes his eyes and blows out a breath. “...gotten caught watching porn."
Oh, that had to hurt.
Good.
Bout time he got zinged or once.
My mother's hand shoots up. "Oh! That reminds me of when we found Chance's browser history?—"
Jesus Christ.
The whiskey burns as I choke it down. "We are NOT discussing my browser history. MOVE ON.” How the hell did his zing find me at the speed of fucking light.
Besides, I watch my porn a whole lot differently these days. I’d like to think my tastes have matured. Refined. Aged like a fine wine.
Actually, I watch hers.
With her.
While she bosses me around.
I definitely have a kink for CEO McAdams unabashedly watching the dirty while she makes me follow her every command.
"Never have I ever gotten caught grinding on someone's leg while dancing," Eve continues, her reign of terror nowhere near complete.
"That was ONE TIME at the lodge Christmas party," my mother protests. "And we thought the supply closet was empty?—"
"I QUIT," Nick announces to no one in particular. "I'm actually quitting life."
Never have I ever," Charlie continues, clearly drunk on power now, but only power since she’s drinking ginger ale. “called out the wrong name during sex."
"That was YOUR fault," Mrs. McAdams points accusingly at her husband. "Who grows a mustache identical to their father’s?"
"WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE?" Nick's voice cracks. "GRANDPA?"
Holly's practically crying with laughter now, her face nestled against my chest as she curls into me.
The one thing that could make it better is if we were alone and she was wearing my shirt.
She tips her face up to mine, eyes bright, that pretty mouth that looks fucking phenomenal working my cock, smiling up at me.
My heart does that wild flip again—the one that says she owns every piece of me. Cupping her chin, I can only stare down at her and wonder how the hell I got lucky enough for her to choose me.
I nod toward the door. Time to give her the gift burning a hole in my sixt?—
A crack thunders through the great hall as the lodge doors slam open, wind and snow gusting inside like a freaking movie trailer. Sierra storms in, all pale blond hair, fury, and a vintagecamera slung around her neck like a weapon. She looks like she’s on a warpath, and I’m pretty sure Everett’s the target.
It was only a matter of time.
And can anyone say, fucking finally? Jesus.
“Everett Morgan, you absolute bastard!”
Everyone freezes.
Everett straightens, his easy grin shifting into something sharper, something I’ve never quite seen before and I’ve pretty much seen in all with him.
“Ah, Sierra,” he says, calm as ever, but there’s a spark in his voice, like he’s been expecting this. “You got the application with the renovation plans I take it?”
