Yule Tied Up (Verona Falls University: Christmas Story)

6. Kirill

CHAPTER 6

Kirill

I already had my kiss, but when it comes to Mackenzie, I can never get enough.

I knock Dom out of the way and scoop Mackenzie up in my arms. She lets out a squeak of surprise, but then wraps her legs around my hips. She looks so sexy with the red ribbon wrapped around her eyes, and I picture it bound around the rest of her beautiful body, tied up for us like a Christmas gift.

I kiss her deep and slow, lightly biting her lower lip, just how she likes it. She presses into me, and my cock gets even harder. It’s all I can do to stop myself swiping the meal from the table, laying her across it, and fucking her there and then.

Only a tap on my shoulder stops me.

Goddamnit. Tino wants his turn.

Sometimes sharing one woman isn’t as much fun as it should be.

Regretfully, I place her back down, her feet finding the floor. She pouts, but then Tino takes my place, and her perfect lips curve in a smile. He glances over his shoulder at me, with a cat that got the cream grin, and pulls her close.

He kisses her like a fucking professional, licking and nipping at her lips, teasing her until she’s groaning and begging for more.

Tino leaves her wanting and steps away.

She tugs the makeshift blindfold from her eyes.

“Well?” Dom asks. “Who was who?”

Without hesitation she says, “You, Kirill, then Tino.” She gives a pretty laugh. “Too easy.”

Tino growls. “Maybe next time we should blindfold you and get you on your knees and see if you can recognize whose cock is in your mouth.”

She holds his gaze. “Is that a promise?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Her gaze drifts over his shoulder to the table. “But first, we eat. I’m starving, and I’m afraid a few mouthfuls of cum isn’t going to cut it.”

She’s right. The food is getting cold, and since I wasn’t allowed to eat anything substantial at the market, I’m fucking starving. “We’re all going to need our energy for later.”

The stew Mackenzie made does smell incredible, and I don’t want our girl to go hungry.

The others clearly think the same way, as, moments later, we’re all seated around the table, tucking in. The three of us guys, being the size we are, take some feeding, but our Duchess hasn’t skimped on the quantity or quality of beef. It’s melt-in-the-mouth, and we each have a glass of expensive red wine to accompany it. We chat and tease each other while we’re eating, and I watch Mackenzie’s cheeks grow pink from the alcohol. Sometimes, I have to pinch myself that she’s the mother of our child, and all ours.

When we’ve stuffed ourselves, we stay sitting around the table, sipping our wine and talking.

A blaring siren suddenly sounds from outside, and we all jump.

“What the fuck is that?” Tino says.

After the silence and the solitude, it’s loud enough to be deafening.

I jump to my feet. “It’s the car alarm.”

Mackenzie stands as well, her face paling, all that pretty color draining away. “What’s set it off?”

“No idea. Probably the same animal that left tracks outside the bathroom window. Guess I’d better go and find out.”

She grabs my arm. “Be careful.”

“It’s fine, Kukla ,” I say, laughing. “It’s parked right outside.”

I shove my feet into some snow boots and throw on my jacket, and then grab the car keys. At least we don’t need to worry about the alarm bothering the neighbors, all the way out here. It could be an animal, or that snow has fallen from one of the overhanging trees and landed on the roof. The impact might have been enough to set off the alarm, or maybe it’s faulty?

I open the cabin door to a gust of cold air and snowflakes. “Stay inside,” I tell the others, “where it’s warm.”

I use the key fob to silence the alarm, but I want to check the car. I know there’s zero chance that someone has tried to get inside, but it’s better to put my mind at rest. I don’t want to be distracted tonight.

With my head down and shoulders hunched against the cold, I run over to the vehicle. Though snow is falling, it’s not yet deep enough to have covered all our footprints from earlier. At least I’ve turned off the alarm so I can hear myself think.

Light from the cabin doors and windows just about reaches where I’ve parked the car, thank God, what with me hating the dark woods around us and the press of the night sky. I put the dark out of my mind and focus on what I’m doing, looking down at the ground and inspecting it.

Are some of the footprints in the snow clearer than the others? I frown and pause. Or is that where I’ve just walked? I glance around. I’ve done a circle of the car, and there are still multiple prints to and from the cabin in the snow. Four people can’t get in and out of a vehicle without leaving a whole mess of prints. I must have stepped into some already existing ones to make them deeper and appear fresh.

There’s no sign of any damage to the car, so I shake it off.

Despite me telling them to shut the door behind me, the others are all standing in the open doorway, watching me.

“All good,” I call out to them with a shrug.

The snow is coming down heavier again, and the footprints will soon be filled.

Mackenzie puts out her hand to catch the new snowflakes. “Look how thick the snow is getting,” she cries. “Can we build a snowman?”

“What are you, five?” Tino teases her.

“Do you wanna build a snowman?” she sing-songs.

We all know that whatever Mackenzie wants, Mackenzie gets.

Dom slings his arm around her shoulders. “We’ll need to wrap up warm.”

“And we’ll need a scarf for the snowman,” she says, “and something to make its face. I’ll put the food away, and then we can have some fun.”

I stamp the snow off my boots and enter the cabin. I go to the pantry and open the door. The owners of the place have it stocked up with all the basics needed to get by should anyone get snowed in, and that includes a bottom shelf with a burlap bag full of root vegetables. I delve inside and pull out what I need.

The carrot is huge—a monster of a vegetable, straight and thick, with the perfect pointed end.

“I found the snowman’s nose,” I declare, waving it around.

Mackenzie’s lips purse as she straightens from the fridge, where she’s put the leftovers. “What are we going to use for its eyes and mouth? It’s not like we have any coal.”

Dom glances over at the fireplace. “Yes, we do…well, kind of. We have the burned down wood from the fire. It’s hot right now, but it’ll be fine if we leave it outside for a few minutes.”

“Don’t go burning yourself.” Mackenzie’s eyes go round. “We’re too far away from the hospital out here if anything happens.”

He uses a pair of metal tongs to grab a couple of chunks of the blackened wood and drops them into the metal fire bucket. “See, all safe.”

The others bundle themselves into hats and gloves and scarves. The red wine with dinner has given everyone a playful edge, though, for some reason, my mind is still on the car alarm. The fact Mack heard something in the bath, and the car following us up the road, too, is bugging me. Christ, I wish we’d brought our guns with us. Fucking Dom and Tino screwing it up.

Yes, it was probably just an animal, but it’s still stressing me. Not that there’s any sign of them now. I shrug it off, telling myself I am being paranoid because of my past. I don’t want to ruin this so I focus on having fun and relaxing. We spend the next ten minutes building the snowman as big as we can get it.

Dom tries to shove a handful of snow down Mackenzie’s back, and she laughs and squeals and dances away. She bends to scoop up a snowball and throws it back at him. It hits him square in the middle of his annoyingly handsome face, and he stands there, gaping, snow falling from his eyelashes and brow.

“Right, now you’re dead,” he growls.

She screams and turns to run, but Tino catches her around the waist and lifts her off her feet.

He buries his face into the side of her neck as she kicks out. “Keep struggling. You’re making me hard.”

“We are building a snowman!” she protests. “This isn’t a sexual thing.”

He puts her down. “We can always make it one.”

“You’re a pervert.”

Tino waggles his eyebrows. “And you love it.”

Her shoulders shudder and she hunches, giving herself a hug. She rubs her gloved hands together and blows on them. She’s getting cold.

I pick up the carrot from where I’d left it near the porch and hand it to Mackenzie. “You do the honors.”

She takes it from me. We’ve already done the eyes and mouth with the blackened wood for the fire and wrapped an old scarf around the snowman’s non-existent neck. With care, she wedges the fat end of the carrot where the nose should be, and then steps back to admire our work.

“Perfect.”

She grins, her whole face lighting up. The tip of her nose is red from the cold, and her eyes are shining. Locks of honey-blonde hair escape from the woolen hat she has pulled over her head and spill over her shoulders. She’s absolutely beautiful. I know this can’t be easy for her, being away from our child, but she’s thrown herself into our time together one hundred percent. She’s so fucking resilient. After everything she’s been through, she seems to have come back from it even stronger.