The Mr. Wrong Series by Madden A.M. & Schwehm Joanne

Author:Madden, A.M. & Schwehm, Joanne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: MadJo Romance
Published: 2019-10-13T16:00:00+00:00

Kyle

We had breakfast, talked, and watched the last three episodes of Sons of Anarchy. Hearing her swoon over Charlie Hunnam was getting old. We made love in the shower and were finally going outside to enjoy our snow day.

I waited in my living room and watched the snow continue to fall outside my window while Vanessa got ready. It was a good thing I didn’t put my heavy jacket on yet or I’d be sweating.

“Nessa! Let’s go.”

When she came out of my bedroom, I just about died and went to ski bunny heaven. There she stood in black tight-fitting snow pants that looked more like leggings, a red turtleneck sweater, a black and white form fitting ski jacket, the cutest red, white and black striped hat with a pompom on the top, and black boots.

“I thought you said you didn’t ski?”

She glanced down at herself. “I don’t. That doesn’t mean I want to look frumpy when it’s cold outside.”

I shook my head. “Grab your gloves and let’s get out of here.”

The two of us trudged through the snow-covered sidewalks. Some New Yorkers braved the weather and were out, but for the most part the city was quiet. It took longer than normal before we finally made it to Central Park.

Vanessa’s cheeks were tinged red from the cold. Snowflakes clung to her eyelashes, making her look even more adorable than she already was.

“So, what now?” She glanced around the mostly deserted park. Some families took advantage and were building snowmen or making snow angels.

“Have you ever built a snowman?”

“Nope.”

“No?” Was she kidding? My question was meant to be rhetorical.

“I told you, I was never a fan of the snow or being cold, so why would I go outside on purpose?”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, beautiful, but that changes today.”

Vanessa could say she hated the snow as much as she wanted, but it was all a lie. My girl was a champion at making snowmen, or snow people, since she thought it was chauvinistic for all of them to be men. I will say, watching her gloved hands form the perfect set of breasts out of snow was a bit of a turn on. Of course, a few of the moms in the park looked at our snow people as if they were nude paintings. That just spurred her on. In my opinion, the moms were lucky she didn’t start making the men anatomically correct.

The white flakes finally stopped falling from the sky, leaving the park and its surroundings looking like a winter postcard. Everything from trees to park benches were white; it was the cleanest the city had looked all year.

Taking her hand in mine, we strolled through the park admiring the beauty the storm had left behind since tomorrow it could all look different.

“Want to see if there’s somewhere to grab a bite to eat? We never had lunch since you were too engrossed in Charlie Hunnam.”

“Haha, very funny. Food sounds great. I could even go for a slice of pizza.

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