Secret Santa Surprise: Book 29 in the Kindred Tales Series - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,32
Melanie? whispered a little voice in her head. This is a bad idea and you know it! You’re going to regret acting like this later…
But the little voice was faint…so faint and light it was ridiculously easy to push aside—like batting aside a balloon.
“I know what I’m doing,” Melanie murmured to herself. “I’m going to make Christmas cookies.”
And in fact, that actually was her plan. She was going to make cookies with the twins and pretend all the while that everything was normal and she wasn’t half-naked in the naughty little outfit. She wanted to see how long it would take them to snap and do…well, who knew what they might do?
And then all kinds of interesting things might happen. But for now, she intended to play it straight—just tease them a little and have some fun…
She was just looking over the “ingredients” Clear had lined up on the counter and shaking her head when the two of them came back into the kitchen. This time both of them were bare chested and wearing only the long, black satin sleep trousers they’d had on when she woke up in bed with them.
“Now, that’s more like it.” Melanie nodded approvingly. “You won’t mind getting flour on yourself if something happens to spill.” She smiled provocatively and beckoned them forward. “Now here’s how it’s going to go—Strong is going to measure and mix the ingredients and Clear is going to line the pans and do the actual baking.”
“What are you going to do, sweetheart?” Clear’s smoky green eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low with desire.
“I am going to be the supervisor. Oh, and I’ll also make the frosting,” Melanie informed him. “All the best Christmas cookies have frosting. So let’s get started.”
She had them get out mixing bowls and measuring cups—luckily they had a well-stocked kitchen—and made Clear put back the canned vegetables.
“What are we making—succotash shortbread?” she asked, poking him lightly in his broad, bare chest. “I don’t think so. No veggies allowed. These are going to be good old-fashioned Christmas cookies full of butter and sugar and flavor.”
When everything was ready, she began dictating to Strong, telling the Dark Twin exactly how to measure the ingredients.
“No, no—not like that. Here—let me show you,” she purred, when he dug a measuring cup into the flour. “You don’t want to pack it down—you need to just spoon it in gently and then level it off with a butter knife.”
Coming around behind him, she put her arms around his trim waist and pressed her full breasts to his back as she talked and showed him what to do. She felt the Dark Twin’s big body stiffen against hers but that only made her press closer to his broad back.
“See?” she asked, as she finished showing him how to measure and sift the flour. “That’s not so hard, is it?”
“The technique isn’t hard,” Strong rumbled as she stepped away from him at last. “But I certainly am.”
“Goodness, I think you’re right.” Melanie let her eyes drift down to the hard ridge of his cock which was pressing against the satiny fabric of his trousers. Daringly, she reached out and let her fingers trail briefly over his thick length.
He groaned softly and gave her a warning look.
“Melanie…”
“Well, it’s time to make the frosting,” Melanie said, giving the Dark Twin a naughty wink. “You just stir all those ingredients together until you form a nice stiff dough.”
“The dough isn’t the only damn thing that’s stiff,” he growled, but did as she said, incorporating everything together quickly and efficiently.
Melanie had everything she wanted for the butter cream fruit frosting she was going to make—except some fruit. Normally she liked to use just a little bit of lemon zest and once she’d even used a bit of strawberry puree. She didn’t need much—just a dab—but she had to have some kind of fruit because it made the cookies extra special.
At last she spied a bowl with a couple of interestingly alien-looking fruits in it. They were triangular in shape and colored almost like a peach. Melanie picked one up and sniffed it—mmm, good! She was about to take a bite, just to be certain that it would work in the frosting, when a large hand gripped her wrist, stopping the fruit from getting to her lips.
“I don’t think so, little one,” Strong rumbled. He was frowning down at her with a serious look on his face.
“What?” Melanie looked up at him uncertainly. “Why not?”