Melt For Us(Holiday Masked Men #2)(2)

He lifts himself into a standing position, turning back to look our way, waving for us to follow behind him. We make our way toward the edge of the woods. Slowing our speed, my gaze scans the beautiful Christmas trees of all different sizes.

Jensen follows closely behind, towing a sled that carries a chainsaw. In my family, we’ve always had a real tree for Christmas; however, this is the first time I’ve ever had the chance to choose one from the wild.

Damien slows, riding parallel to us. “Just say when,” he instructs.

Smiling with excitement behind my helmet and face shield, I nod.

Suddenly, it begins to snow, and a shiver travels down my spine. Embracing the wintry wind, I hug Micah tight, waiting to catch the first glimpse of the perfect tree. Gliding over the fresh blanket of snow over the icy ground, the space around us falls silent.

We come to a stop, and I watch as Damien removes his helmet, retrieving a flask of whiskey from the inside of his coat.

“What about this one?” Jensen asks, pointing toward the tallest tree in sight.

“That’s impossible,” I say, holding back a laugh.

“Nothing’s impossible,” he says.

“We could make it work,” Damien speaks up, tossing back the liquor before tossing the flask to Jensen.

“I found it!” I exclaim, removing my helmet and climbing off the seat. Shuffling my boots through the snow, I head toward the perfect tree. “This is it. This is the one.”

Jensen lets out a dry laugh. “Well, this is unexpected.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, turning to face them. They burst into laughter. “What’s so funny?”

Damien dismounts his snowmobile, shaking his head.

“It’s perfect,” I argue.

“Look at the fucking branches,” Jensen retorts.

“So, what?” I defensively ask. “It’s perfect just the way it is. Don’t make fun of it.”

Micah laughs.

Hard.

“Not you, too, Micah,” I snarl, joining in on the laughter with them. “Whatever. You said I get to choose which one I want, and I want this one.”

“The princess shall have what the princess wants,” Damien says, grabbing the chainsaw from the sled. “Don’t be a brat.”

“Shut up,” I say under my breath.

Without warning, Damien grabs my jaw, tracing his gloved thumb over my lips. “What was that?” he asks, staring at me with piercing blue eyes, leaving my knees weak.

“You’re the best,” I playfully murmur, lustfully gazing up at him. “Daddy.”

“Yeah.” He crookedly grins, leaning into me. “That’s what I thought.”

They strap the tree to the sled the best they can, even though it’s a lot bigger than we had initially anticipated. Soaring through the icy air, the wind blows. It’s almost impossible to see more than just several feet ahead of us due to the thick blanket of snowflakes.

The daylight fades and the sun begins to set, which creates the most stunning scenery on the horizon.

“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I say.

Micah turns back to look at me. “I don’t know about that,” he replies.

“Okay. Name one thing more beautiful than this.”

His hand grips my thigh, just above my knee. “You, Quinn,” he tells me. “You.”

My stomach flutters as I hold him tighter, dissolving against him.





CHAPTER 2





By the time we reach the cabin, the blizzard has arrived with a vengeance. Damien and Jensen carry the tree into the house, while Micah and I park the snowmobiles in the dimly lit shed. Placing my helmet onto the nearest workbench, I watch in silence as he removes his. The black ski mask he’s wearing catches me off guard and has me remembering how we met on Halloween night. Suddenly, I find myself tightly clenching my thighs.

His eyes lock with mine. Without warning, his hand catches my wrist. In one, swift motion, he pulls me against his chest. Grazing his hands along my back, they trail down to my ass, and he yanks me closer. Thrusting his hips forward, he slams my back against the cold, hard wall of the shed. Slipping his hands beneath my jacket and shirt, his cold hands cup my breasts, pinching my puckered nipples between his fingers.

“Micah,” I softly moan, grabbing his straining erection, and rubbing him over his gray sweatpants.

“Fuck,” he grunts, thrusting against my touch.

“Micah,” I breathlessly whisper, as he rests his masked face in the crook of my neck, breathing me in.

“Fuck, baby,” he sharply exhales, massaging my clit through my jeans with one hand, and tracing his thumb over my hardened nipples with the other.

He takes my hand, linking his fingers through mine, and drags me behind him as we exit the shed. Rushing through the snowy night, we scurry up the stairs leading to the back entrance of the cabin.

Micah shuts the door behind us with a loud slam, paying Damien and Jensen no mind as he lifts me into his arms. Placing my ass onto the dining room table, he pushes me onto my back. Pulling off my jeans and panties, he spreads my legs.

I’m a wet, quivering mess, begging to be fucked into oblivion.

From the corner of my eye, I see Damien and Jensen lifting the tree into the stand, when Micah grabs my ankles and yanks me to the edge of the table. His long, thick cock springs free as he lowers his sweatpants, resting them just below his ass.