Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
If looks could kill, Jinx would be six feet under and rotting in a pine box.
Her poor man. Though she had to admit he looked damn good with that muscular chest on display and the red pants hanging low.
“I’m ruined,” Liv whispered. “Every time I see Santa from now on, I’m gonna get hot and bothered.”
“You said it,” Jo muttered.
“All right.” Tracker stood. “Put some damn clothes on. Jinx, this was not a group decision. We don’t need our women ogling some young stud and developing Santa fetishes.” He glanced at Jo. “I’m telling you right now, babe, I am not wearing a Santa suit in bed.”
Rachel turned back to the clearly unamused Frost.
“Sing the song,” Jinx ordered.
“No.” Frost turned even redder, rivaling the shade of his pants.
“Aww, come on, prospect. I thought you wanted in the club.” Jinx smiled. This made him so gleeful Rachel couldn’t help but giggle.
When Frost turned his glower on her, she pressed her lips together to smother the smile.
“I’m not fucking singing. Or dancing. Or any other shit you want me to do. I put the outfit on. That’s all you’re getting.”
“You could take the outfit off!” Liv suggested.
“That’s it! You are cut off, woman.” Spec shoved his chair back and stood. He grabbed his ol’ lady around her waist and lifted her as though she weighed nothing more than a stuffed animal. Two seconds later, she was upside down over his shoulder and squealing.
“Put me down, you oaf!”
Rachel laughed along with everyone as Spec pinched his woman on the ass.
“No can do, baby doll. Time to teach you a lesson about leering at other men.”
“Oooh, Merry Christmas to me,” Liv said with a giggle. They disappeared down the hallway, most likely into the bunkroom. The rest of them would be sure to avoid that area for the next little while.
“All right, fine,” Jinx said with a dramatic sigh. “Be a party pooper. You don’t have to sing. Just go kiss your woman. Merry Christmas, Rach.”
“Thank fuck,” Frost muttered.
Rachel snickered as she stood. “Thanks, Jinx. This is one hell of a Christmas gift.”
“Anybody need a refill?” Curly held up his empty whiskey glass.
“I’ll take some more wine,” Brooke said.
“I’ll have another too.” Tracker handed his glass to the president.
Curly gave his woman a kiss and then ambled toward the bar.
They all faded away as she walked toward Frost.
“You must really want to patch in if you’re willing to walk around like this.”
He rolled his eyes and reached for her. “Guess so.”
There was no question. She went willingly into his arms. His naked chest, full of muscle, beckoned. She put her hands on his rippled stomach and slid up to his pecs. It was Christmas after all, a day to indulge in treats.
“Shit, Rach, your brother’s here. Watching me get a boner over his sister probably isn’t his idea of a dream Christmas.”
“Hmm,” she said with a smile. God, she felt so good. So happy. Playful even. “Maybe we should go somewhere else then. I seem to recall two apartments only a few steps away.”
“Hell, yes.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his skin. “Let’s go.”
“Hold up, you horny little elves,” Jinx said. “Wait until the prez is done. He’s got something he wants to tell you.”
Frost groaned, making her laugh.
“Come on. You can make it a few more minutes.” She turned in his arms and settled her back against him. And maybe wiggle her ass into his groin.
“I won’t be able to make it thirty seconds if you don’t stop grinding that sexy ass against me,” he whispered against her ear.
“Who me?” she asked in the most innocent tone she could muster.
It felt so good to be herself. To be comfortable enough to let her guard down. To get lost in Frost and not worry about what the rest of the men in the room were doing. To know without a shadow of a doubt she was safe and protected.
She loved every second she spent with the Handlers.
She loved her new blood brother and the women who’d become an important part of her life in an incredibly short time.
She loved Frost.
And tonight she’d give him his final Christmas gift and tell him.
IF HE WEREN’T a damn prospect, he’d have strangled Jinx with the suspenders when the big man showed him the outfit.
He still might, patching in be damned.
Though the hungry look Rach aimed his way as soon as she saw him went a long way toward eliminating any humiliation he experienced. That look would be put to good use the second they could escape from this insane group.
Curly handed out the drinks he’d poured, then sat at the table. He wore an unfamiliar half-smirk. “Got one last present for you, Frost.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
A restraining order to stay away from the man’s sister?