Later, Remy’s idea of a relaxing evening came true. The heat was down, the fireplace roared, and the lamps on either side of the couch were off. The only light came from the flickering fire and the steady twinkle of the lights on the Christmas tree. Beyond the sliding glass door in the kitchen, the night was limitless and dark, a maw of black nothingness that pressed in on their quiet comfort.
Braden was in his room doing…well, something. Remy wasn’t sure what, and wasn’t about to say or do anything to remind him he wasn’t alone in the cabin. If he would just stay in his room for a little longer, maybe Remy and Lane might really be able to relax.
Which, in Remy’s mind, meant the two of them twined naked in the sheets of their bed. But first things first. A little foreplay in front of the
