I glanced up to throw my snowball at her, and through the bonfire, I watched her laugh and smile as Zeke hid behind her from Evan, who had the biggest snowball I had ever seen in his hand. With every flick of the flames in front of me, I saw a new side to Luna.
And every side I fell more in love with.
That was until she tossed another snowball in my face.
All bets were off now.
Chapter Twenty-One
Luna
I was surprisingly warm, considering how cold it had gotten when the night fell. The bonfire raged, and everyone was a few drinks in. Zeke and Ezra had hotdogs on a stick, trying to roast them evenly. Evan, the poor man, ever since we were younger, he never could make the perfect smore. His hands were covered in melted marshmallows and broken graham crackers stuck against his palms. It was funny to see Evan frustrated. He grumbled and growled, grunted with annoyance, and blamed the marshmallows instead of himself.
I leaned against Easton, warm and content as I switched my beer for hot chocolate. Easton was right. We needed this.
“Come on, Easton. Tell us a ghost story.”
My heart thumped in my chest when memories of us as kids flashed through my mind. We would build forts, and in the dark, he’d shine a flashlight on his face and tell the creepiest stories. I still hated driving on the highway at night because I expect to see the ghost of an axe murderer.
“Nah, I don’t think so guys. It’s getting late,” Easton said, his voice nearly drowned out by the waves crashing against the cliffs.
“Oh, come on. For old time’s sake,” Ezra said, pulling his hotdog off the fire.
Easton sighed and gave me a look that said he was asking if it was okay. He didn’t need my permission, but I thought it was sweet that he wanted to run it by me first. He knew I was a scaredy-cat.
“Go on. Let’s see if you’ve still got it.” I play punched him in the gut and all I felt was hard muscle bunching beneath my knuckles. Warmth spread through my veins, the need for him almost crippling. I almost said fuck the story and begged him to climb into the tent with me. We could write our own story, naked and moaning.
Yeah, that sounded good.
“You better quiet those thoughts, baby. Or I’m not going to be liable for what happens to that ass,” he whispered into my ear, and I had to bite back a moan as my clit throbbed for his touch.
We couldn’t go in the tent now. It would be too obvious.
I was tempted to rub his cock underneath the fleece blanket that covered our legs. That would be obvious too because stroking him wasn’t like stroking a hotdog, it was more like grabbing onto a bratwurst or a coke can. I would take a lot of elbow grease rubbing all those inches Easton had, and I wasn’t about to get caught by his brothers.
But I wanted him right now.
My inner voice was so needy and whiny.
“Baby,” Easton growled in warning when my fingertips brushed against the tip of his cock.
I jerked my hand away, acting as if I had no idea what I just did. I was innocent.
“I’m going to spank that ass later,” he nibbled my ear, and my breath caught in my throat when the skin on each cheek stung with anticipation. I couldn’t wait. “Naughty, Moon.”
“Okay, whatever you guys are whispering about, you aren’t as quiet as you think you are,” Ezra said, biting into his burnt hotdog. “I had no idea you liked that sort of thing, Luna.”
“Hush your mouth before I choke you with that hotdog,” Easton warned.
“Then tell a ghost story and stop feeling each other up. This is a bonding camp, not sex camp. Gosh guys,” Ezra scoffed, feigning being offended. I saw over the fire that he was kidding when he winked at me.
“Okay,” Easton groaned and uncrossed his ankles to press both feet into the ground.
Everyone fell silent.
The fire crackled and popped; the orange and yellow of the hot wood glowed in the night. The snow fell, like a gentle whisper as the flakes landed on the ground in a silent veil.
“How about the story of Glenn Hampton?” Easton asked.