Bikers and Tinsel

“God,” she rasps when we part. “You’re killing me.”

“Could say the same,” I murmur, tapping her nose with my finger.

“We’ll never get there at this rate.”

I laugh, shifting and facing the front of the truck. I turn it on, and head back out onto the highway. Light snow is starting to fall, which tells me we’re getting closer.

“You got enough warm shit, Jaybird?” I ask her.

She smiles, nodding. “I do.”

“You won’t need it. I’ll have you naked most of the time.”

She giggles softly, and it sounds like Christmas.

“You won’t hear me complaining.”

I grin and lean back into the seat, hands relaxing on the wheel.

“You were sent to me for a reason, Jaybird. I’m just figuring out what that reason is.”

She smiles at me. Her eyes are warm and loving. “Maybe you’re not meant to know that reason; you’re just meant to go with it.”

“I plan on going with it, baby,” I murmur. “Nothin’ is going to stop that.”

And it won’t.

It’s been too long since I’ve found something I want to hold onto this badly.

~*~*~*~

Janine

The place we’re staying at is absolutely stunning. There are four wooden cabins, all facing each other in an odd kind of shape. In the middle of them all there is a huge spa under a big wooden patio. There’s light snow falling, and the wind is crisp and cool.

The insides of our cabin is to die for: cream walls, wooden floors, high roofs, wooden kitchens, big spa baths, and beds that are huge, squishy and amazing. There is a fire pit in each lounge, and a Christmas tree set up. It’s so warm, so homely, and so Christmas.

“Oh my God!” I squeal, skipping around in circles when I am done looking at our cabin.

I may or may not be a little drunk. Muff didn’t hold back in the truck on the way up here, and by the time we arrived, I’d had more than six beers. That’s a lot for me.

“Helllllo!

I hear the sounds of everyone’s voices, and I yell loudly, “We’re in here!”

A moment later, everyone steps in, all with beers in hand. Muff and I were a bit late.

“You two finally made it.” Spike grins. “You get lost?”

Muff thumps him on the shoulder as he walks past to put the rest of the beers in the fridge.

“Oh nooo, we fu...”

“Oh my God!” Addison squeals, cutting me off. “You two got it on while you were on the side of the road, didn’t you?”

I grin, and then I begin doing the wiggly hip dance, wiggling around. “I got luuuuucky!”

Everyone bursts out laughing, and Muff chuckles, shaking his head.

“You fuckin’ devil, Muff.” Jackson laughs, clapping his shoulder.

“Couldn’t help it. She got in there wearin’ that sweet-ass dress.”

I giggle, and open my arms as the girls come barreling towards me, wrapping me in their arms. We all dance around, screaming and just enjoying the moment—the moment of freedom.

“God help us,” Spike mutters. “We need more alcohol.”

“You have to tell us all about it,” Serenity says, hooking her arm through mine.

“You already know,” I say.

Muff snorts, Jackson laughs, and everyone falls into a flurry of chatter and laughter. The girls and I go into the main bedroom to get changed into our swimmers, desperate for that spa.

“Ugh, I can’t fit in my sexy swimmers anymore,” Addison grumbles, pulling a one-piece over her tiny baby belly.

“Aw, Addi, enjoy it,” I say with a pout. “It doesn’t last long.”

“No,” Ciara says, pulling on a sexy bikini. The girl looks great after a baby. Even though she’s pregnant again, you can’t tell. She’s so damned pretty.

“It’s appropriate to swim in Jackson’s shirt, right?” Serenity says, crossing her arms.

“No!” we all say at once.

She laughs, and falls back onto the bed. “My ass is fat.”

“You don’t have an ass!” I giggle, flopping down beside her.

“After babies I do.”

I snort. “One baby.”

“One is enough.”

“Jackson might want to pump out more babies.” I chuckle.

“Ew!” Addison grumbles, rubbing her belly. “Enough images of my father, thanks.”

“Lets rock this love shack,” I say, pulling my bikini bottoms on before ducking around the corner to change.

“How do you have abs like that?” Serenity pouts, lifting her finger and wagging it in my face.

“They’re not abs, they’re an illusion.”

We all burst out laughing, lift our towels, and walk back out. The moment we step outside, and see all the guys, shirtless, and ready to get into the spa, we stop. Damn. If that isn’t eye candy, I don’t know what is. Like we’re in a trance, we all stare. God, they’re all so beautiful and so different. Spike with his blond hair, Muff with his red hair, and the other two with their dark looks. They’re all equally as devastating.

“Jesus, think you women have been starved of cock,” Spike says, and we all snap out of our little haze.

I feel my cheeks flush.

“Plenty to go around with you studs.” Addison winks, skipping past him.

“Careful what you wish for, precious,” he retorts, slapping her ass as she goes past.