“Mmhmm.”
“Feeling excluded, Hunter?” Chase demands.
Poor Valerie. Three eager men to satisfy and now my two children are thrown into the mix. She insists that the guys get them set in the car and hugs me tightly. “Don’t worry. They’ll be my number one priority until bedtime.”
“Thank you.” I breathe.
“You deserve a long weekend with your husbands.” She gives me another squeeze. “And mine need this hit to their egos.”
“What was that?” Hunter asks from the door, his wicked eyes on Valerie only.
She winks at me. “Nothing, hot stuff.”
They head out and I sit down on the couch, not wanting to think about packing for this party, leaving, or anything but the sudden burst of freedom as I realize we don’t have any responsibilities for the rest of the day.
“Hey, Gun,” I say. “We should find some trouble to get into.”
17
HOLDEN
After Sophie insisted we all go out and have fun, we pack and head to the car. We decided to have a destination Christmas party to really go all out. The last work shindig needs to be huge and that’s what we agreed on. Whistler is romantic, and cold, but has every bit of winter and Christmas fun a person could want.
It takes a while to get there, but once we do, Sophie is already asking for another blanket. I wrap myself around her instead and we watch Gunner work on making a snowball. Roman’s ready for him and manages to get the ball from Gunner’s hand and stuff it in his shirt.
I shake my head slightly, but they’re both laughing when Nick reignites the fighting spirit. Before we can even check in, Sophie and I end up being spectators to a snowball fight between three grown men.
“Come on, Bambina! Help us here!” Roman orders.
“I’m not going to help you and Gunner gang up on Nick,” She says firmly. I rub her bottom, pulling her tighter against me and her eyes flick to mine. “If you keep doing that, Holden, we might have to miss the end of this fight.”
“If it means I’m with you, I like that idea.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her suggestively. Sophie giggles and kisses across my chin before pushing my shirt up to rub my side. That little brush of her fingers across my skin makes me squirm for more. I nod once. “We’re going.”
I get us in the suite the five of us have, then show Sophie one of the two beds. She lies down on it, daring me with her gaze to do more than drag the luggage up. I push her dress up her delicious thighs, then jerk her to the edge of the bed.
I get on my knees slowly before kissing along the inside of her thigh. My lips continue to move up as my tongue flicks out to taste her skin. Sophie opens wider and wider for me, and reveals crotchless Christmas panties. I actually laugh when I see the snowmen and blue fabric.
She giggles. “I think the butt says ‘no blue balls this year’.”
“Mm. Good advertising, baby.” I grip her thighs tightly, pulling them over my shoulder and bury my face between her legs.
Slowly, I lap at her clit. A part of me wants to draw this out so right when we finish, the guys will be here to give our trip an explosive start. The other part of me doesn’t want to share her at all. I want to be the only man she’s thinking about.
A low moan leaves my throat and I pull her tighter against my face so I can give her everything. Nothing slow, nothing restrained. I suck and lick her clit exactly how she likes, then slide my tongue down to her entrance and dip it in, licking lightly until she gasps and bucks against me.
Sophie’s thighs tremble around my cheeks as I give her everything including the fantasies, the tips, the extra trips I’ve been trying to learn when it comes to eating her out.
“Oh, Holden, do that again. Please!” She pants.
I slip my tongue inside her and gently wiggle the tip while rubbing her clit with my thumb and she comes apart, just like that. I push her thighs down so I can catch my breath, but watching her orgasm take her ruins any attempt at control I just displayed.
I climb onto the bed with her and devour her mouth, making sure she can taste herself on my tongue, so she knows exactly how wonderful she is, exactly how much I enjoy pleasing her from start to finish.
Sophie strips herself for me, making me groan, but doesn’t let me touch. She teases me as she undresses me bit by bit, then kisses me hungrily. “I want you.”
“Good.” I guide her hand around my cock. “I think it’s obvious I want you too.”
She bites her lip. “How much?”