Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Grabbing the first guy, and then the second, Sam manhandled both of them out of the house to the porch, then hauled them down our front steps back to the path that led out our front gate to the sidewalk. I stood there in the doorway, pulling my cardigan closer around me, watching as Sam deposited them in front of the woman. His sudden smile was a surprise as he pointed across the street.
Everyone laughed, both men shook Sam’s hand, and the woman took it as well, leaned in close to say something, and then leaned back out still holding on to him.
He put his hand over his heart, gave her a smile, and then eased his hand from her grip, turned, and closed the gate behind him. All three watched him go, and then turned, looked both ways, and crossed the street.
“What the hell?” I asked as he reached the porch, put his hand on my back, and steered me inside, locking the door behind him. I whirled around, staring up into his dancing slate-blue eyes thinking as I always did that Sam Kage got more beautiful with every passing year.
“So,” he said, grinning crazily. “Our neighbors, the ones who don’t like your lasagna––”
“You said that was because it was meatless,” I said defensively.
He snorted. “Well, baby, they’re having an adult party over there, so I’m thinking it’s just as well we didn’t bond with them.”
“I thought key parties were an urban myth,” I told him.
“Apparently not.”
“And so it’s for every persuasion over there?”
“Yes, it is,” he agreed. “I was informed that several of the men wanted to try sleeping with other men and the same for the women.”
“Huh.”
“Those two guys aren’t a couple. They’re actually married to women, and so when they saw you––”
“You mean you,” I grumbled at him. “You’re the fantasy, not me.”
“Oh, I dunno about that,” he teased, wrapping his arms around me, crushing me to his chest, his face in my hair. “It’s always been you, golden boy, who everybody wants. I have to fight people off left and right.”
“That woman didn’t want to let go,” I groused into his chest.
“Yeah, well, she really was hoping to see me do her husband,” he whispered in my ear. “She said that having him on his hands and knees under me would be a dream come true.”
“I’m the only one that does that,” I snarled at him.
“Yeah,” he agreed, laughing as he kissed the side of my neck, “I know. That’s what I told her. She said you were very lucky.”
“Yes, I know.”
He scoffed. “Come on, we both know I’m the lucky one. I’m just some boring-ass guy with a need for traditional holidays,” he said, lifting my chin to stare down into my eyes. “You’re the only thing that makes me special.”
I grunted, not liking anyone lusting after my husband. It was annoying.
“You love me, and so I’m special,” he said before he bent and kissed me.
It was possessive and mauling and not safe for work, and I opened for him as his tongue tangled with mine. When I moaned into his mouth, he broke the kiss, chuckling as I leaned with him, trying to keep contact with his lips.
“Hold that thought,” he husked, and I saw how dark and liquid his eyes were. He was just as ready to jump me as I was him, but he’d remembered all the children in our house before I had.
“Dad!” Kola yelled from the kitchen, neither he nor his two best friends ever having looked up to see why I’d called Sam. “It’s your turn!”
“Are you sure he should live without us?” I asked him. “Because really, that was a bit much with the tunnel vision.”
“It’s all gonna be okay,” he promised me, smiling. “You’ll see.”
I wasn’t so sure, but I said nothing more as he rejoined the boys. After another hour, the coven came downstairs for more snacks, and Hannah took Jake and Harper over to the fireplace so she could explain about the Yule log.
“So,” Sam said, sitting down beside me on the couch, draping an arm around my shoulder before he leaned sideways to whisper in my ear. “How about you come upstairs with me?”
I did a slow turn so I could see his face. “The coven is sleeping over, and so are Jake and Harper. Did you know that?”
His groan was pained as I flipped through the movies on Netflix.
“I think the coven has to stay up all night and keep an eye on the log,” I informed him. “They have to make sure it stays lit. So…you can go to bed, but I need to stay right here.”
Instead of leaving, he got comfortable beside me. “I think you need to start The Lord of the Rings or something. This is the longest night, isn’t it?”