Secrets Worth Keeping (Finding my Home #2)- Nikita Parmenter Page 0,93

and I start grumbling again.

“Stupid oven glove hands, I don’t like snow anymore” I grumble and Jensen snorts whilst the others just look at me like I’m cute, crazy mother fuckers.

“Come on lets finish getting this tree down and then Sunshine won’t have to stay all wrapped up like a marshmallow” Riot chuckles, I send him a look and he holds his hands up.

“Alright, sexy lumberjack going back to work” Atlas smirks as I groan.

“Am I ever going to live that down?”

“Nope” Rafe chuckles.

“Probably not, Sweetheart” Trick adds.

“Doubt it, Il mio Cuore” Cash adds.

I huff and enjoy the show as Atlas cuts the tree down. He makes short work of it and it’s not long until the guys have it strapped to the back of Trick’s snowmobile and we all climb back on our own ones and start to follow Atlas back to the cabin. The sun is starting to dip behind the tree’s now casting a beautiful orange and pink glow across everything and making the temperatures plunge. I have to admit I am damn grateful for all the layers I was cursing not that long ago and that Luc is wrapped around me from behind as we ride back, shielding me from most of the wind. I’m still taking as much as possible off without it being indecent though. Not that I think the guys would mind.

I get a wicked idea.

We pull up to the cabin and Atlas follows Trick to the front door to help get the tree inside. The doors bigger than the one leading from the garage and down the hall so it makes more sense to bring it in that way. I follow the others towards the garage and I drive the snowmobile in parking it behind them. The guys all hop off and go to help Trick and Atlas bring the tree in from this side and get it set up. It is pretty damn big, I seem to have slightly overestimated the size of the door despite telling Cash that his choice was too big earlier.

Whoops.

I figure I’m just going to get in the way for that part and decide that actually, fuck it. That little idea I had earlier? I’m going to do it, mainly because I’m disliking my clothes so badly right now it’s almost like an itch I can’t fucking scratch. I go into the kitchen, not wanting to let on to what I’m doing and drawn by the delicious smells, hoping there’s something ready that I can taste I am absolutely starving.

After checking everything on top of the oven, it’s clear that although it’s nearly ready it’s not yet and I’m not about to give myself food poising so I leave it to cook, somewhat reluctantly. As I search the kitchen for whiskey, I steadily start to strip of my bulky clothing until I’m left in my black lace boy short panties that show a pretty decent amount of my ass, my black tank top and my fluffy, black and white striped socks. I take my hair out of the braid I put it in this morning and let it hang down my back in relief after having it up so tightly for so long.

It still shocks me how long it’s gotten every time I take my hair down.

“Yes!” I grin as I finally locate the whiskey, I pour myself a shot in a normal sized glass, taking it quickly and another one before pouring myself one last one and topping it up with coke. Yum. Leaning back against the counter I chuckle as I hear the guy’s cursing and yelling at each other as they try to bring the tree in.

Eventually the noise dies down and I figure they’ve either got the tree in and set up or killed each other in rage because they couldn’t do it.

Those whiskeys have gone straight to my head since I had an empty stomach, I’m feeling slightly tipsy.

“Ever!?” Trick calls.

“Not dead then” I mutter to myself as I walk from around the corner in the kitchen where they couldn’t see me and into the main room.

“Hey Princess it’s all set up if you want to start decorating . . .” Atlas trails off as his eyes travel down my half clothed form.

“Fuck” Jensen breathes.

I put my drink down on one of the side tables and launch myself at him. One because he’s closest and B, because it was his kiss that made me hate my snow clothes in the first