Who wouldn’t want to stay locked up in your home for a couple of weeks out of the year to have copious amounts of sex? I can’t think of anyone.
Gods, I’d turned into a sex crazed lunatic.
Once my blinding orgasm subsided, I reached for Grim, and he covered my body with his. The poor table had seen things it shouldn’t have.
Grim lifted his fingers, opening his mouth, and swallowed not just my juices but his. My pussy was dripping with both of our arousals, and I found it insanely hot that he would just stick all of it into his mouth.
“Mine,” he muttered.
I snickered and sat up on the table. His eyes looked over my body, and his cock hardened again in an instant.
“I just can’t get enough of you,” he purred. “I’m ready to take you all over again.”
I scooted to the edge of the table, and he helped lower me to the floor. Then I reached for his cock, tugging on it, and his groan of appreciation made me tingle with approval.
I stood on my toes, trying to kiss him with a simple peck, but he ravenously took my mouth. Teeth bit down on my lip, and my fingers ran through his hair.
“As much as I want to take you again–” He pushed his cock against my stomach. “We are going to be late.”
After being stuck in our den for almost a week, we really needed to get out. It smelled of nothing but hot steamy sex and even with my newly enhanced healing abilities, my body was achingly sore.
Opening a window would be wise. Our scents had permeated to the walls, the curtains, and the cushions of the couch. It wasn’t like anyone would come into our den now.
I kissed him one more time before he followed me into the shower, and no matter how much we both wanted to rake our hands over each other’s bodies, we kept it clean.
Tonight, we would enter the bar for the first time since the warehouse incident. Everyone was excited for us both to be there, and my new closest friends texted Grim they had a wonderful surprise for me.
We walked to the bar hand in hand. The snow gently fell around us, and the lights of the bar illuminated the entire street. Christmas music could be heard from the outside blocks away, and my face brightened all the more.
Just two weeks until Christmas, and for the first time in my life, I could feel the Christmas spirit.
My smile widened seeing the two giant Christmas trees that stood on either side of the entrance to the bar. They were hung with bright, colorful lights and silver bells.
When the wind blew, they let out a beautiful song, inviting us into the once rough biker bar.
“Ready?” Grim’s lips touched my ear as his hand guided me in.
Once we entered, the bar was filled with warmth and color instead of the sparsely decorated cold facade it usually had. Music played by the band members that have stayed despite their traveling tendencies. Maybe they were looking for mates too?
Instead of using the DJ equipment, they opted for live music, getting into the spirit of Christmas.
Tajah’s cackle rang across the bar, and her beautiful profile showed the liveliest of smiles.
“Tajah!” I waved, bolting towards her.
She stood from the table, her arms spread wide, like she was waiting for me all along.
There was no cane to be seen, her face full of color instead of the gray sickness that hovered over her weeks ago. She stood tall, her dress a low cut and deep crimson red. Her curled hair bounced effortlessly as she wrapped me in her arms.
“You look amazing,” I muttered into her chest.
She snickered, pulling me away and brushing my hair from my face. “All thanks to you, little human.”
“I don’t know about that. If we need to thank anyone, it’s Grim.” I looked up to see Grim looking down at me. “He’s the one that found me. Without him saving me, I don’t think any of this would be possible.”
A loud bang hit the table where our group stood. Locke groaned dramatically and watched his beer spill on the table.
“Enough with the sappy shit. We’re all happy you and Grim found each other, glad you came into our lives, bla, bla, bla.” He waved his hands around dramatically.
