Secrets Worth Keeping (Finding my Home #2)- Nikita Parmenter Page 0,98
glass?” I chuckle.
Jensen snorts and the others grin at me.
“Well your Irish hot chocolate is here if you still want it?” Rafe says as he holds out a mug to me, the others stepping back and going back to their tasks.
“The tree’s nearly finished, Il mio Cuore, do you want to do the last few decorations and the star?” Cash asks from by the tree.
“Yes to both” I reply, taking the hot chocolate off of Rafe and immediately taking a sip, he watches for my reaction and grins as I start doing the happy food dance.
Of course in my slightly intoxicated state it hadn’t occurred to me that I’m still pressed up against Riot, his chest to my back so I’m effectively rubbing my ass all over his junk right now.
Riot groans and buries his head in my neck as his grip tightens and his dick hardens against me.
“Whoops” I say making my eyes wide in an attempt to look innocent whilst I wriggle my ass one more time.
Jensen bursts out laughing from the other side of the room clearly having been watching me.
“If that was a mistake why are you smirking right now?” Rafe chuckles, stepping closer and not giving me a chance to answer as he kisses me, and Riot starts kissing up my neck.
“No fair” I grumble as Cash pulls me gently out from between them and over to the tree.
“You’ll thank me later, we need to get the tree done before dinner” he chuckles when at the mention of food I start tugging him towards the tree.
He pulls me back gently, kissing me once and then turning me to face the decorations.
I love Christmas.
Everything is just so pretty, I think the world needs more pretty, mine certainly did anyway. I used to love going to the mall and looking at all of the Christmas window decorations when I could get away from my dad. I’d pretend I was someone else, someone who didn’t have the life I did. It would always suck massively when I had to face reality again but it was worth it, for those few minutes that I got to pretend.
I start to decorate the tree taking my time and wanting to get it right so it looks perfect for the guys and me. I can’t believe how thoughtful they’ve been planning this whole thing and my affection for them grows even more. I’ve just placed the last bauble on the tree when I’m suddenly picked up and somehow find myself on Rafe’s shoulders. It was done so smoothly that I feel disorientated for a second.
“Holy fuck Rafe you should see her face she looks like she’s just seen an alien or some shit” Jensen laughs which of course sets everyone off.
“Well excuse me, I didn’t expect to suddenly be twenty feet tall!” I exclaim exaggeratedly as I cross my arms over my chest.
I know Rafe won’t drop me, he squeezes my thighs and an unexpected pang of heat spears through me. Once again I’m made aware that I’m still only in panties and a tank top and Rafe’s head is between my thighs, damn. He may be facing the wrong way but that makes no difference to my dirty mind and my thighs tighten around him involuntarily.
“What are you thinking about up there that just made your thighs clench like that?” he smirks as he turns his head, his hair tickling my thighs as he place a kiss on the inside of my thigh.
Son of a bitch.
It takes incredible self-control for me not to clench my thighs and to keep my voice even when I reply.
“Nothing, just don’t want to fall off” I reply casually and internally high fiving myself for managing to do so.
“Sure, Baby. Whatever you say” he chuckles, the smug bastard.
“Why am I up here anyway?” I ask trying to distract them.
“We thought you’d like to put the star on top of the tree?” Cash reminds me.
“I’d love too” I grin taking it off of him.
Even on top of Rafe’s shoulders I only just reach but once I have it up he steps back and we all admire it. As if it was timed perfectly the timer in the kitchen goes off to signal that the foods done and my stomach growls in appreciation.
“To the kitchen!” I exclaim reaching down and tapping Rafe on the shoulder, he chuckles but carries me there without complaint.
The others all following behind us and continuing their own conversations.