Page 156 of Theirs for the Holidays
As I get out of the car, Sawyer comes out to greet me. He beams at the sight of me, striding down the walkway and sweeping me into his arms. His lips meet mine as he hauls me into his embrace, his hands gripping my thighs and lifting me off my feet.
“Welcome home,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Oh, Ifeelvery welcome,” I reply with a giggle, kissing him again.
Kicking my car door closed with one foot, he turns and carries me toward the house. He doesn’t stop once we get inside, crossing through the living room and making a beeline for the stairs that lead to the second floor. He takes the steps steadily, and it doesn’t even occur to me to worry that I might be too heavy for him. He and his brothers banished those kinds of doubts from my head a long time ago.
Rhett and Lennox are in the massive bedroom we all share, and they glance over as Sawyer carries me inside.
“Look what I found,” he announces proudly, before dropping me gently on the bed and following me down, his body hovering over mine.
He kisses me again as his brothers watch with heated, fond smiles, and when he drops his head to nibble at the curve of my jaw, a little zing of pleasure shoots straight to my clit. I let out a little sound, lifting my hips to try to get more contact with his—but we’re interrupted by a throat clearing nearby.
“As much as I’d love to watch you fuck Violet right now,” Lennox tells his brother, arching a brow at us when we both look over at him. “Let you warm her up, get her all slick and pliable, pussy stretched just right and dripping with cum so I’d slide right in when I fucked her too…” He clears his throat, seeming to lose his train of thought. Then he shakes his head and continues,“As much as I’d love that, we really don’t have time. We’ve got to get ready for this family holiday party. I want to get there on time so that we’ll have plenty of evening left to get to the cabin afterward.”
Sawyer blows out a disappointed breath, and I can feel that he’s half hard even through the layers of fabric that separate us. But we’re all really serious about having some time at the cabin to ourselves later, so I know Lennox is right.
I sold my little house when the four of us moved in together, but Rhett kept his cabin about an hour outside of Sweetwater Lake. It’s no longer his private sanctuary though, the place he goes to be by himself and cut off everyone else. Instead, it’s becomeoursanctuary, a place we all escape to together.
Sawyer gives me one more kiss and then stands up, helping me to my feet too. All four of us dress quickly for the party, the men putting on nice pants and button down shirts with no ties, and me slipping into a comfy, festive sweater and jeans.
We load our bags up into Rhett’s SUV so that we’ll be ready to head right to the cabin after leaving my parents’ place, then pile into the car and drive over.
My mother greets us at the door, and even though we’re almost exactly on time, she glances down at her watch pointedly before greeting us. I notice Lennox catch the gesture, and we share a small eye roll as she greets my other two men.
I don’t want to cut off contact with my family, but my mom is stilla lotsometimes. It’s so much easier to deal with now that I have three people in my corner who stand up for me and love me unconditionally though.
“I was starting to wonder if you’d make it. Come in, come in!” My mother ushers us all inside, and my father comes over to hug me and the guys, telling us he’s glad we came.
The guys’ dad couldn’t make it, since he’s actually on a cruise this Christmas with a nice woman he met a few months ago. Sheseems really nice, and the guys like her a lot. I’m glad to see that he’s found someone else after losing his wife four years ago. He deserves that.
Isabelle and Andrew are already here, and they both give us stilted, slightly stiff greetings as we’re brought into the living room. Isabelle looks as put together as always, not a hair out of place, and Andrew is a bit overdressed for the occasion, in my opinion, having opted for a full suit.
I don’t speak to either of them much these days. There’s not much I have to say to them, honestly.
“Now that we’re all here, we can dig in,” my mother announces, heading to the kitchen and emerging a few minutes later with drinks and appetizers. She arrays the food on the little tables near the couch and chairs, and we all make conversation about the weather, the holidays, and the cruise Mr. Sullivan is taking as we eat finger food.
“Maybe next year, you two can host Christmas Eve at your new house,” my other tells Andrew and Isabelle at one point. I don’t miss that she didn’t suggest the same possibility to me and my men, but in this case, I don’t even really care. There’s no way any of us want to do that.
But instead of preening under the attention like I expected her to, Isabelle looks a bit sullen, a sour look passing over her face.
“Maybe,” she says with a tight smile. “If it’s presentable for hosting anything by then.”
Andrew huffs a breath, rolling his eyes a little. “The place is fine, Isabelle.”
“Oh, it’s fine?” She shoots him a withering look. “So I guessallof those things I pointed out to you last week don’t matter, right? I guess when you keep telling me we’ll hire a decorator ‘later,’ you don’t really mean it.”
“Decorators are expensive, and we already redid the bathroom and kitchen and?—”
“You know what?” She holds up a manicured hand sharply. “You’re right. It’sfine.”
That seems to put an end to the conversation, but the awkwardness lingers long after her words die out. The living room goes silent for a moment, and then my mom clears her throat, visibly trying to lighten the mood.
“Well, home ownership can be… a challenge,” she says, a bit too brightly. “But I’m sure you two lovebirds will work it out.”
Andrew nods, but he’s not smiling. Isabelle doesn’t even bother to act like Mom’s words have smoothed everything over, staring down at her drink as if there’s something hidden at the bottom of it.
I share a look with all three of my men, my eyebrows lifting upward just a little. Sawyer shakes his head, a wry smirk tugging at his lips, although it doesn’t quite break free.