“Weren’t you getting firewood?” I murmured, somehow excavating that thought from under the sensual onslaught of Alfie’s hand cupping one breast while Nick cupped the other. Seriously, too many clothes. “I think Alf got the fire going without the wood.” Nick teased his tongue along the seam of my lips and I was torn between laughing and groaning. “I think you both bought wood for me.”
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