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“Untie me,” Shade insisted again.

She hauled him into the bedroom, slapped his ass, and then shut the door.

Kellen took one of the spare cups of hot chocolate on the counter and carried it toward the lounge area.

“You gonna heat that up?” Owen asked him.

He shook his head and took a sip. “I like it cool.”

“I swear,” Tex said, “you five are the only guys I know who can find willing pussy in a deserted mountain pass during a blizzard.” Tex sat on the arm of the sofa with his cellphone clutched in one hand. “Still no service. I hope the equipment truck didn’t start up the mountain pass after they finished loading it. I tried to call and warn them to stay in the valley.”

“They’ll close the pass if the roads are treacherous,” Gabe said. “They crew is probably more worried about us.”

“We’re fine,” Owen said. “We have hot chocolate, a fake tree and the sounds of Shade fucking in the bedroom. What more could we ask for on Christmas Eve?”

“Presents?” Adam said, setting his guitar aside, and rubbing his face with both hands. It was always tense when Shade and Adam were in the same room, but now that Shade had sojourned to the bedroom, some of the strain had left Adam’s body.

Owen wished the two of them would have it out once and for all. But not tonight. Tonight was for celebrating family and love. And he might be stuck in a mountain pass with his band instead of visiting his parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles and dozens of cousins, but these guys were just as important to him as any blood relative.

“Santa might leave some presents for you douchebags,” Owen said. Which reminded him that his Santa hat was trapped in the bedroom with Shade and the woman who was currently screaming, “tear that pussy up, tear it up, baby, tear it up,” and poor Lindsey. She couldn’t possibly still be sleeping through all that swearing Shade was doing.

“There’ll be a world-wide coal shortage if Santa visits y’all,” Tex said and laughed like a demented Canadian goose until Owen shoved him off the arm of the sofa onto the floor.

“I know for a fact that Santa won’t bring anyone coal,” Owen said. “But good little boys have to get to bed and fall asleep before midnight or Santa might bypass a certain stranded tour bus.”

“Good little boys,” Tex said, rolling around on the floor laughing his ass off. Owen didn’t realize people actually did that.

“Owen, did you get us presents?” Gabe asked. “We said we weren’t going to exchange gifts this year.”

“I didn’t get you guys shit,” Owen said.

“Good,” Adam said, “because we didn’t get you shit either.”

“But I still believe in Santa,” Owen said. “Don’t you?”

“I don’t know about Santa,” Kellen said, “but Shade sure is praising Jesus at the moment.”





Chapter Eleven

Lindsey’s eyes snapped open. Was there an earthquake? Why was the bed rocking so hard? And what were all of those rhythmic, wet noises coming from beside her? She turned her head and her breath immediately stalled in her throat. A pair of chocolate brown thighs belonging to her best friend straddled the hips of some pelvis she didn’t recognize. Vanessa was rising and falling over a thick, veined cock as if she were riding bareback broncos in a rodeo. Lindsey was completely engrossed with watching Vanessa’s flesh ebb and flow each time she took him deep inside and lifted her hips to slide up his shaft.

“Did we wake you?” a deep voice said beside her.

Shade? She lifted up onto one arm and looked down at his sardonic grin. She couldn’t see his eyes, because apparently he wore sunglasses even when he fucked. The Christmas lights were gone, but his arms were still bound before him with a red rope in a crisscrossing pattern from wrists to elbow. Lindsey immediately recognized Kellen’s handiwork and began to tremble at the memories of what glorious things he and Owen had done to her body earlier.

“Sorry, girl,” Vanessa said. “I had to get a piece of this. Damn, this man is fine.”

“I understand,” Lindsey said wearily and dropped back down on the mattress. Her body was so exhausted, so relaxed, so completely satisfied that she didn’t want to move and lose the feeling of tranquility that suffused every inch of her. Unfortunately, she couldn’t seem to stop watching Vanessa’s pussy working Shade’s cock, so the flesh between Lindsey’s thighs started to swell and pulsate with renewed need.

“Your friend has a fantastic pussy,” Shade said conversationally.

“Is that so?” Lindsey said.