Page 88 of Burn With Me

“We ended up in this tiny little motel in the middle of nowhere for the rest of our trip.”

“I thought you said this was a wonderful memory,” Sabrina asked, her face holding the same shocked expression as everyone else.

“That’s the thing. The motel we ended up at was run by this elderly couple that also had an old family ranch. They invited us in to spend Christmas with them and their family. There had to be fifty people there. We ate like royalty. There was just so much food, and everyone was so warm and welcoming. They made us feel like we were always meant to be there.”

I smiled as the memory filled my head. “A couple of them sang and played the guitar or piano. I didn’t know you could make “Jingle Bells” a country song until that day. I learned how to play horseshoes and got to ride a horse for the first time. Would you believe that each of them gave up a gift to give to us so we had something to open on Christmas morning?”

I quickly wiped away the tear that was sliding down my cheek with the memory that was so potent that I could still taste the gingerbread cookies.

“It was the best Christmas ever. I didn’t realize at the time that it would become such an important memory for me or how it helped shape who I became growing up. However, I’ll always be thankful to that random family and their generosity to people they’d never met before and never saw again. For me it was the true meaning of Christmas.”

“Wow, you need to turn that into a book. That was the best story ever,” Sabrina said. “Definitely tops Andrew dressing up as a sexy Santa,” she teased, making us laugh again.

“What’s this about me in a sexy Santa outfit,” Andrew said as both he and Asher walked in from outside.

“Just that I like the look of your ass in the assless chaps,” Sabrina said.

I hadn’t laughed this much or hard with anyone other than Beck in forever.

“Okay, that is enough of that. I’m off to bed before I flood the house with all these damn tears.” Sylvia stood, and Monica followed.

“It was great meeting you, Violet. See you in the morning.” The two women left, and with some sexy teasing, Sabrina and Andrew did as well.

Asher stepped up behind me, and his hands felt amazing as he massaged at the tight muscles in my neck.

“That feels incredible,” I said, my head dipping forward.

“I have a few other ideas of how to relax your body tonight,” he said, his voice taking on a suggestive tone.

Standing from the chair, I slid my hands up his chest until I was able to wrap them around his neck. “Is that so?”

Asher smiled the sexiest, wicked grin I’d ever seen as he dropped his lips to mine and kissed me, leaving me breathless. Pulling away, he got close to my ear, his five o’clock shadow deliciously rubbing against my cheek.

“I may have packed some kinky Christmas toys. I think you’re going to make a very sexy Mrs. Claus,” he said, making me want to melt. He held out his hand, and I quickly put mine in his, but I couldn’t stop looking at his handsome face. I was beginning to feel more for Asher than was safe. I knew it, but I didn’t want nor plan to stop the emotions storming through my heart.

Asher

I peered out the window into the dark and waited for Vi. I’d claimed this spot first, and Sabrina had, of course, sulked, but there were bonuses to being the older one. At one time, it had been a single-room cabin and the original building on the property before my mom bought the spot and built the larger home right beside it. She took the time and had this turned into guest quarters, and now that she was retired, she liked to use it as a bed and breakfast. It really wasn’t big enough for the king-sized bed that sat in the middle of the floor, but since the only other furniture was a table and two chairs that sat looking out toward the water, it could handle the comfortable bed.

The moment that Vi stepped out of the small bathroom, I knew that deciding last minute to buy this outfit had been a smart idea. The bright green outfit could’ve passed for a seductive elf bikini with white fur trim, but it was the special additions to the outfit that made me want to break anyone’s face if she ever stepped out in public wearing it.

She blushed a brilliant shade of red as I approached her and slowly looped around her as I admired just how perfect she was. Vi had an amazing ass that many women would pay for the cosmetic surgery to have, and the already scant material left most of her lush cheeks bare. It only accentuated their perkiness and made my hands itch to feel the soft, round flesh in my hands. I feasted on the look and immediately decided that, at some point, I was fucking her ass while she wore them.

Vi stood quietly and didn’t move as I circled her a second time like I was a predator looking for the vulnerable spot to attack. Her eyes followed me, and it fucking made me rock hard to see the desire in those blue depths. If I had sprinkled her in sugar and cinnamon, she would’ve been my own personal cookie that I had no intention of sharing.

Stopping in front of her, I glanced down at the hard nipples poking through the holes cut in the material just large enough to show off her precious buds and the pink areolas that were begging to be sucked.

“You’re never allowed to wear this anywhere anyone other than me can see you,” I said.

A single eyebrow rose as her eyes flashed with the challenge, and I had a sudden urge to put her over my knee and tan that sexy ass for the defiant look. “Are you trying to tell me what to do outside of the bedroom again?”

“Maybe, but if you do, I’ll end up in jail because I’ll kill anyone who looks at you in this.” I stepped in closer to her so she had to look up at me. “Is that what you want? For me to kill everyone that looks at what’s mine?”

She licked her lips, and I could see the defiant part of her wanting to say something witty and sarcastic, but the part of her that she’d given over to me was keeping her mouth shut.

“Answer me, Vi,” I said and softly traced a single fingertip down her arm and watched the goosebumps bloom in the wake of my touch.

“Would you really kill them?” she asked, her face showing the same skepticism her voice did.