Meet Me Under the Mistletoe (Holiday Romance Collection #3)

13. Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Theo

K eeping myself from dragging Noelle down the hallway, away from the rest of our families, takes all of my willpower. Straightening from crouching over her, with her ass damn near pressed against my lap, just to have that ass land fully against me as we stood up… I’m toast. Done. Stick a fucking fork in me. I don’t want to play anymore tonight.

I want her, alone, her mouth underneath mine, my hands on every inch of her body.

I do none of those things, though. I take a deep, steadying breath in and follow her into the study where the rest of our families are crowding around Beau and Val. Mom and Aunt Rachel are dabbing at their eyes, fawning over the glittering diamond now perched on Val’s left hand and giving Beau celebratory hugs. My dad claps Beau on the back, beaming over at him. Willow and Noelle are hugging Val as she holds her hand out to show off the ring Beau picked out.

I step over to my brother and clap him on the back, too. “Congrats, man. Happy for you.”

“Thanks, Theo,” Beau says, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’ll be my best man, right?”

My eyebrows shift up in surprise. “Uhh, yeah. I’d be honored, man.”

I’m not going to lie; I’m shocked as hell. I mean, don’t get me wrong, my brother and I are close, but I’ve always just assumed he thought I was his annoying dumbass younger brother.

He nods his head, lips pulling into a smile, then turns back to his new fiancé. Noelle skips over to me, fairly bouncing. “Okay, totally worth all the trouble and almost dying.”

I chuckle, draping one arm around her shoulders and pulling her into my side. The move is natural, something I’ve never thought twice about before. Now, my fingers tingle as I trail them over her bicep, over the softness of her sweater. Her other arm slides around my waist, her fingers spanning in the space between my ribcage and hipbone. Physical contact has never been awkward for us… but Christ I’m struggling now. Having my hand on her ass her earlier, standing almost exactly where we are now, my face buried in her tits, with my cock pressed up against the cleft of her thighs… All of those things are making this so much fucking harder now.

Among other things.

Releasing my hold on her shoulder, I drift my hand down and twine my fingers through hers. She glances up at me, her lips parting just slightly. The only light in the study is that of the Christmas lights strung up around the room, and it makes her eyes shine like stars.

I’m barely aware of our families leaving the room, heading back to the living room or kitchen. All I can do is stare down at her, my heart a jackhammer in my chest. Backing up several steps, I pull her with me, until we’re back beneath the mistletoe again.

It’s now or never.