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Chapter 8

Trevor

“ Y ou might be faster than me, but I’m bigger,” Mick slurs at me as Lana and I drag him down the hall to his bed.

“Trust me, I know,” I tell him, hitching him up as he stumbles. “Much bigger.”

“I thought you said you’d have one drink,” Lana chastises him.

“I don’t drink, Lana. It’s been a while,” Mick slurs again.

We make it to the Heatwave room and dump him onto the bed watching him fall like a giant tree getting chopped down.

Lana and I both stare at him.

“Should we just leave him like that?”

She shakes her head, “Help me at least get his head near the pillow.”

She climbs onto the bed and drags him by the arms while I push him by the feet.

He mumbles something into the pillow.

“What?”

He tosses himself around until he’s on his back. “Don’t hurt her.”

Lana scrunches her face. “Don’t hurt who?”

“I’m talking to him.” He points to me. “Don’t hurt my sister. She’s one of the good ones, and I don’t want to have to kill you too.”

He then drops his arm over his face and starts to snore. Lana slides off the bed and heads for the door.

“Kill me too?” I whisper after her.

When we’re back in the hall, she turns to me. “It’s a long story, and I need to shower.”

The thought of her with no clothes on already has me way too excited for my own good.

“Tell you what,” I say, taking her by the hips and tugging her to me. “Why don’t you go shower… and meet me out by the fire. I’ll have something waiting for you.”

“If it’s you gift wrapped under the tree, I think I’ll pass,” she says.

“Damn it. Okay, I’ll come up with something.”

She smiles and places a hand on my chest, pushing me away. “Better be good.”

“Oh, you’re going to fucking melt, Ice Queen.”

With one final once-over she disappears into the room and I make my way into the kitchen to make the best damn hot cocoa anyone has ever tasted.

At least, I’ll try. Luckily the owners have baking goods in stock, and Mick bought milk.

“Don’t hurt her,” I scoff, mixing in vanilla and cinnamon to give it that signature “Sincaid” flavor.

I wouldn’t hurt, Lana. I just want to show her that being stuck in a cabin with me just might be the best thing to happen to her.

At least, it definitely is the best thing to happen to me. The woman is a masterpiece. A literal dream and after just one taste, I can’t stop thinking of her.

The cocoa now hot, I turn the stove off and pour two mugs. Lana and I didn’t get drunk like her brother, but just tipsy enough to forget our feud… for now at least. But hopefully, for good. Because I would love nothing more than to show her what being taken care of can really feel like.

Fuck that guy in the photos. If he did what I think he did, he doesn’t deserve to ever breathe the same air as her if I have anything to do with it.

The bathroom door opens, and Lana steps out in a little silk pajama top and shorts ensemble. The cabin is still pretty cold except for the area near the fire. She smells like flowers, soft and sensual, as she approaches me, tugging her tight curls out of a bun and shaking them out.

So beautiful. The second she gets to me, I hand her a mug. “Hey,” I say.

“Hey,” she says back, taking a sip of the hot liquid. Her eyes widen and she looks at me. “Wow, what did you put in this?”

“Crack,” I say matter-of-factly, guiding her to the couch with my hand on the small of her back.

She huffs out a laugh, the mug still to her lips ready for another sip.

“It’s my mom’s recipe,” I admit, as we both take a seat next to each other. The smooth skin of her thigh brushing against my sweatpants.

“My mom would love this recipe.”

“Really, well I can’t wait to make it for her.”

Something twists in her face. It’s subtle, but she masks it by taking another sip.

“What?”

She sighs before turning to me.

“I just got out of a relationship, Trevor.”

At least she called me by my first name. That’s a relief.

“Okay… so what? I can’t meet your parents. You do know that’s exactly what I was going to do before this storm hit, right?”

“Yeah, but as my brother’s friend.”

“And I’m still that.”

She looks at me but doesn’t say anything.

“What is it, little grinch? Are you scared that you no longer hate me because you like the way I kiss you too much?”

My eyes flick to her lips as she sucks in her bottom lip and I’m flooded with the memory of the taste of her earlier.

“You and I both know you didn’t just kiss me,” she says lowly.

“No, I didn’t.” I set my mug on the little table next to the couch and turn to her. “And if your brother hadn’t walked in on us, I would’ve been able to do a whole lot more.”

She gulps but doesn’t move. I take the mug from her and place it next to mine on the table.

“Unless,” I say. “You wanted me to stop.” I move in closer, and she backs into the armrest of the sofa, leaning back.

“I didn’t want you to stop,” she whispers. “I… don’t want you to stop.”

I’m over her now, and I grab her by the knees and pull her down under me so that our faces meet.

“Is that so?”

Her eyes twinkle with mischief and it takes everything in me not to just rip the buttons of her top off so I can kiss her everywhere she deserves to be kissed.

She reaches for my neck and pulls me to her, our lips finding each other again. This time, the kiss is slow and sensual and she takes her time kissing me. But then out of nowhere, she breaks our kiss.

“I need to tell you something.”

Uh-uh. Here it is. I knew there would a be but somewhere.

“You’re saving yourself for marriage?” I ask her.

Her laugh rolls through her chest and out her nose. “No, it’s not that.”

“Then?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.

“I… we can’t do anything outside of here.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you and I… whatever this is. It stays here.”

“And what is this?” I ask her.

If you ask me, this is two people realizing there might be something more than just a rivalry. But to her…

“It’s just lust.”

“Lust,” I say.

“I want you. And you want me. But it’s just physical.”

Just physical because how could she ever want a stupid jock who thinks with his cock. I see.

“Ok, little grinch. It’s just physical. After Christmas, we go back to our regularly scheduled lives where we don’t talk to each other and you can go back to hating me.”

“I still do hate you,” she says with a grin. “You’re a dick, remember?”

I sit back and pull her up with me, settling her on top of me. She straddles me and steadies herself against my shoulders.

“You want to see a dick, Lana. Just ask,” I say, thrusting my hips against her. She rubs herself over the length of me and I’m desperate to feel her take my cock.

“You think you’re such a stud, don’t you?” she asks, eyes hooded and looking down at me.

“I’m not the one riding my cock like it’s the best thing you’ve ever had,” I say into her neck.

“Just promise me you won’t say anything to Vance,” she says, stopping her hips.

“About?”

“This,” she hisses.

“Oh, you don’t want me to tell your brother that I fucked his sister while he slept off his drunken night?”

She slaps my chest. “You haven’t fucked me,” she says.

“No,” I shake my head and then reach for her throat, pulling her lips down to mine. “But I’m about to.”

Now in one swift motion I rip off the shirt that she's wearing and she looks down and watches as the buttons go flying into the air all around us. Her eyes widen as she looks at me, and I take in the sight of the white lace bra. She looks like a snow angel.

“What's wrong, baby?” I say looking at her she stares back at me dumbfounded.

“Did you just rip my shirt?” she asks, incredulously.

“How else was I going to bind your hands and cover your eyes?” I tug the material down her arms, and before she has a chance to protest I flip her and she’s now in my spot.

“Hands on the back of the couch,” I tell her.

“What are you–”

“You told me what you wanted, Lana. It’s midnight, which means it’s officially Christmas eve and since you’ve been a bad girl… I think you know exactly what kind of present you’re getting.”

She stares up at me, those beautiful full lips of hers pouting.

“Don’t do that,” I warn her, running a thumb down her lips. “The more you pout, the more it makes me want to drive my cock into your sexy mouth. Now turn around. Be a good girl for once and do as your told.”

I’m pleased when she reluctantly flips herself around and puts her hands on the back of the couch.

“Lean forward,” I instruct her. “Ass up.”

Her bright red silk shorts, stretch out over ass cheeks and– my god –I want to just feast on her.

But not yet.

I rip the silk pajama top into strips. One, thicker than the other two. I grab the thicker one and lean forward, using it to cover her eyes. I tie it around the back of her head and secure it in place.

Then I grab one of the smaller strips and tie her ankles together. I tug on it to make sure it won’t come loose, before rounding the couch and tying her wrists together again.

Hello, my beautiful angel. The sight of her ready and waiting for me, springs my already hard erection to life.

If I’ll only get to experience Lana in this cabin, while her brother sleeps. Then I’ll need to take advantage of the short of amount of time we have together.

And by the time we have to leave, I’ll make sure she thinks twice about going back to the way things were before we got here.

I reach for her lips and she breathes out.

“You look so good, waiting for me,” I tell her, bending down to kiss her full lips. She kisses me back, hungry and excited.

I straighten and go back around to where her tight little ass is propped up. I put both my hands on her waist and pull her shorts down slowly. Waiting for me underneath them is a matching thong to go with the lace bra. White against her copper skin. Such a fucking sight.

Since her ankles are already tied, I can’t slip the shorts off the entire way so I just leave the pooled at her knees. Next, I reach for the lace fabric giving it a nice tug so that she feels it against her clit.

She whimpers. And it makes me so happy to see this tough woman, weak for me. I shouldn’t like it so much. But I’ll bet if the tables were turned and she had me tied up because that’s what she likes, I’d be just as turned on.

She wants this. She gets this.

I get on my knees behind her and bring my mouth to the roundness of her cheeks. “You are so goddamn beautiful, angel.”

“What happend to little grinch?” she chuckles.

“Oh you’re still my little grinch, but right now, dressed in these,” I tug on the fabric some more and she squirms slightly. “You’re my snow angel.”

I kiss her on each of her cheeks. “And I can’t wait to see how pink these will turn for me, once I’m done with them.”

“Oh,” she breathes out.

“Are you ready, angel?”

She nods enthusiastically and I ready my hand for the first swat.