Let It Snow by Cari Quinn, Emily Ryan-Davis, Suzan Butler, Sadie Haller, Holley Trent, Vivienne Westlake

panties underneath, so he slid his hands inside them, palming her ass cheeks in his hands.
    “I love your hair,” he said as he dropped his face into the elegant curve of her neck. Lightly, he nibbled on the skin there, reveling in the softness of her flesh. “It makes me crave fruit.”
    “Hey, hey,” she pushed him away from her neck. “I’m doing stuff here.”
    “Leo’s going to have an epileptic fit over the state of his kitchen.” Not that he really cared at that point if Leo was angry. His rejection stung, he understood it but he still hated it.
    She stopped and smiled at him, the true vixen inside her showing through. “I know.”
    “Are you being messy on purpose, baby?” He asked her, but couldn’t help the smile growing on his face.
    “Maybe,” she replied. He slapped her bottom, and she squealed as she jumped. She turned and glared at him. “Don’t do that!” He chuckled as he stole a piece of bacon. She slapped his hand. “Quit! That’s Leo’s plate!”
    “Oh?” Garrett grinned and plucked another piece off. “He doesn’t need to eat that much anyway.”
    She groaned. “You’re such a dick.”
    “You like my dickiness.” He chuckled and shoved the rest of the piece in his mouth. She sidled up to him and cupped him through his boxers. He nearly choked on the piece of bacon he was eating. 
    “I only like one part of you being dick-like.” She smiled. “I’m going to go get dressed now. Try not to eat everything, huh?”
    He saluted her then smacked her ass again as she passed.
    “Hey!” She squeaked in that adorable way he loved and glared at him. 
    When he faked going after her once more, she ran to the bedroom before he could.
    He turned back around, chuckling to himself, then froze as he caught sight of Leo walking into the kitchen. Bedraggled and obviously not awake yet, Leo swiped the sleep from his face. Crescents colored the spots under his eyes. He didn’t look like he’d had enough sleep.
    Well, boo-hoo for him.
    Leo went straight to the coffee pot. Garrett watched as he took a few sips, testing the sugar content of his coffee and then turned around and froze. His eyes widened as he saw the surrounding mess.
    “What…” Leo blinked. His eyes shot up to Garrett. “You let her in my kitchen?”
    Garrett shrugged with a smile. “I don’t own her.”
    Leo stared at the mess covering every counter in absolute horror.
    Garrett chuckled, a satisfied contentment falling over him seeing Leo’s discomfort. “She was up before me.”
    “The brat. She did this to get back at me, didn’t she?”
    Garrett raised his hands in a hands-off motion. “Like I said, I don’t own her.” Yeah, it was a copout. But he found the whole thing just a little amusing. Brianna’s particular brand of justice was just a little passive aggressive.
     “I’m a real jerk, Garrett. To both of you, but mostly to you. Dude, I’m sorry I was an ass.”
    Garrett shrugged. “Leo, man, this is new. I mean, Bri isn’t just another woman. She’s the love of my life… well,” he paused, “one of them.”
    Leo’s head jerked up. Garrett almost regretted throwing that out there, but Leo deserved the truth. Hell, Garrett himself needed the truth. 
    “What, did you think she was feeding you horseshit last night, you fucktard?”
    “Well, y—no,” he said as Garrett pushed off the counter. “I… I didn’t think there was any place for me with you two.” Garrett did love Brianna, but sometimes he wondered if she hadn’t been a convenient solution a decade ago, because the feelings he’d had for Leo hadn’t ever gone away. He’d buried them deep. He’d convinced himself he was straight.
    But now he knew the truth. He loved Brianna deeply, but he also loved Leo, and he wanted his two loves to know, to understand, to feel.
    Garrett crowded Leo until he hit the counter edge. Before Garrett could think about anything rational, he grabbed Leo’s face in his hands and pressed his lips to