“Okay,” Rory concedes first. Hunter and I nod, agreeing to participate.
My gaze wanders over the skyline as a white blanket falls over New York City.
Breaking the moment, I’m hit in the chest with something cold. Glancing down, I find a wet spot and bits of snow on my shirt. I search for the source of the snowball and land on Savannah as she giggles with white specks on her hands.
“Did you just?—”
Savannah quickly gathers another snowball and chucks it toward me. I duck, evading her shot.
Standing straight, energy buzzes under my skin, “You’re dead meat, Trouble!”
Savannah scrambles to make more snowballs and throws them at all of us. Rory and Hunter join in on the fun, tossing their own snowballs in the mix. Using a lounger as cover, I gather snow in my hands.
The battle finally ends when Savannah concedes because her hands are so cold. Once inside, Hunter gives her a lecture about frostbite, and Savannah pretends to be thoroughly scolded.
We spend the rest of the evening wrapping presents, decorating another one of our many trees, and cuddling in front of the fireplace. Savannah choseHome Alonefor us to watch, but she was out cold within the first ten minutes of the movie.
I wish we could replay today. Savannah was carefree now that she’s finally unburdened by all the hell that was going on.
She deserves to always feel this serene, and I’ll make sure it happens.
God help the fucker that comes between my woman and her happiness because I’ll kill him.
CHAPTER 44
HUNTER
The hot pad holders do little to shield my skin from the heat as I strain the penne noodles over the kitchen sink. A rich, buttery aroma wafts in the air from the alfredo sauce on the stove.
Savannah wanders into the kitchen wearing nothing but a tiny pair of shorts and one of my crewnecks. “Mmm. What’s that smell?” Her eyes widen when she sees the pot in my hands. “Oh my God. Are you cooking?”
“Chicken Alfredo,” I answer, then nod to the window. “Luke’s almost done grilling the chicken outside on the terrace.”
Savannah’s attention turns toward Luke, then back to me. “I was starting to think your kitchen was just for show.”
Setting the hot pot on the opposite side of the sink from the strainer, I fling a hot pad holder at Savannah. “Smart ass.” I move back to the stove to check on the sauce. “I enjoy cooking, but I don’t usually have the time.”
Strong, delicate arms wrap around my middle. “Poor billionaire has to pay other people to make his meals.”
Setting down the wooden spoon and turning off the burner, I spin in her arms. “Don’t push it, Heartbreaker. You’re already on thin ice walking around looking like that.”
Savannah smirks up at me. “Looking like what?”
“You.” Grabbing her by the hips, I hold Savannah in place as I devour her, plunging my tongue into her mouth to get a taste. Savannah sighs into my mouth.
Her sounds are like a siren’s call, beckoning Rory and Luke to join. I don’t know how they know. Maybe we’re all developing a sixth sense that tells us when it’s time for hot sex.
“What’s going on in here?” Rory asks mischievously.
Breaking the kiss, I play along with Rory. “Savannah was making fun of my hobbies.”
“No, I wasn’t,” Savannah denies.
Luke sets the plate of chicken on the counter and crosses his arms, ready to watch the show. “Sounds like someone is behaving like a brat.”
Rory moves to stand behind Savannah, caging her in between the two of us. “You know what happens to brats?” His hands slide up her stomach under her top and cup her breasts.
“No. What?” Savannah moans as Rory begins playing with her nipples.
