The bathroom echoes with the heavy sound of his breathing and the wet slap of my hand moving against his cock, at the water’s surface.

Time slows.

And then with a muffled shout, he explodes all over my fingers, my nipples, my chest. And as he hauls me up against him, the last few spurts pulse against my belly.

“Good girl, making me come so fast.” He laughs breathlessly. “And now we need to shower off again.”

Chapter Ten

Jake

By the time we make it downstairs for brunch, everyone else is almost done eating.

Nobody says anything about how we disappeared during the movie last night, and Sienna’s nana doesn’t give any clue that she’s shared what she knows about me with anyone else.

It’s a warm, inviting Christmas Eve morning, full of bubbly excitement for the day ahead.

I know I should make time to talk to Sienna about how we explain the initial ruse to her family, and come clean, so we can move our relationship forward in an orderly way, but spoiling Christmas with that awkwardness seems unnecessary.

Soon, I tell myself.

The Gibb siblings decide they want to have another snowball fight, this time Siblings vs. Better Halves, with their parents being the referees.

“Is that what I interrupted when I arrived the other night? A formal, refereed snowball fight?” I ask Sienna.

She blushes. “Sorry about nailing you in the face.”

I tug on her nearest pigtail. “You’ve just made it up to me by including me on the Better Halves team.”

Her blush deepens.

But once we get outside, I realize I have a problem. I don’t like being on the opposite team from Sienna. And I really don’t like anyone else throwing snowballs at her.

“Hey, not so hard,” I bark at Carina’s husband after he nails Sienna on the thigh and she goes down. And then when Nathan’s wife trips her, I call a timeout. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. We need to have some rules of good sporting behavior.”

“Did you just call a timeout against your own team?” Nathan cackles. “Dude, she has you wrapped around her little finger. And she’s a menace!”

I frown. “Don’t call the girl on your own team a menace.”

His laughter intensifies. “We might need to regroup into three teams of two, so Jake here can protect Sienna, everyone.”

Sienna responds by beaning him in the head with a snowball that explodes on contact.

“Friendly fire!” Someone calls out. Maybe Carina. Then it’s a free-for-all bedlam situation, and I have to tackle Sienna into the nearest snowbank for her own good.

“You might be too bossy for a snowball fight,” she whispers before I kiss her.

Probably.

* * *

The rest of the day zooms by, and we don’t get any time alone until the rest of her family decides to go caroling in the village, and Sienna refuses.