Chapter 15 Walker
WALKER
It’s a race back to the house with dusk upon us, the snow barely slowing our steps despite the wind and the drifts of almost knee-deep powder.
Even doubling back to get my gloves didn’t slow me down.
Falling inside, I slam the door closed behind us and give her a searing kiss, then rip the zipper of my jacket down and shrug out of it. I’ve unbuttoned my snowpants when my phone buzzes inside my jeans.
Cursing, I wrestle the damn thing out of the pocket and stare at it.
SAWYER: What are you doing?
WALKER: We were building a snowman
Not exactly a lie.
SAWYER: Is that a euphemism?
I snort out a laugh as I brush the snow from my hair.
WALKER: No—literal snowman
And other things.
SAWYER: Okay
SAWYER: Whatever
SAWYER: Hallie says wear a Christmas sweater
SAWYER: I don’t care what you wear just be ready in five
Frowning, I look up to see Lacey stripping out of her wet clothes, my dick hardening as she drops the pair of sweatpants to the floor, leaving her in only a bra and skintight leggings.
Fuck, yes.
I’m about to tell her what her current outfit is doing to me when another message comes through.
SAWYER: 3 minutes
WALKER: No
SAWYER: Notice how I didn’t ask?
Fucking cockblock.
WALKER: Yeah, you’re a delight as always
WALKER: Where the hell are we even going?
SAWYER: Coastal Eats—there’s some stuff that won’t make it till this storm clears, and I want to check the motion detector around back so it doesn’t keep going off
Closing out of my messages, I scroll to the security app and wince at the number of missed notifications.
Oops.
Apparently I’d been so distracted by Lacey, I’d completely missed everything happening outside the walls of my house.
“Lace?” I start, practically swallowing my tongue when I look up to see her thumbs teasing the top of her leggings over her hip bones. “Fuck.”
“Yes, I was hoping you would,” she tosses back with a wink.
“No, Sawyer and Hallie are on their way here, and we’re going to Coastal Eats.”
Pausing, she stares at me. “Umm…”
“There’s food that’s going to go bad and they should be here in a minute.”
“Did you know about this?” she asks skeptically, and I hand her my phone, waiting a beat as her eyes track over the screen. “So, I need to put clothes back on?” With one hand on her hip, she huffs as she hands my phone back.
“Regretfully, yes.”
“You owe me for this.”
I think the words are supposed to be a threat, but I’ll happily do any penance she needs me to later.
I’m about to tell her that when headlights shine through the window followed by the beep of the horn.
Looks like Murphy is back to being my number one best friend.