“Oh really?” he asks, pushing back from the table, as well. “And what words do you associate with me?”
“Sexy. Sex. Cock….hmmmm...Tongue. Fuck…” And just like that, he’s lifting me in his arms and we’re halfway up the stairs.
“I had a whole thing planned. I’ve got all theSpidermanmovies ready to go so you can watch Tom Holland and get all hot and bothered. I have your favorite dessert. And it’s not easy to get actual Key Lime Pie in Maryland in December. I was going to be all sweet and swoony, but now, I don’t think I can wait.”
“Then don’t,” I say, as he lays me down on our bed. “Tom Holland’s in second place these days and Key Lime Pie sounds really good for breakfast.”
* * *
The coffee makerhums in the quiet kitchen as it fills my cup. I add a little cream and perch on the window seat, content to enjoy the moment while it lasts. The view is breathtaking. We had a few inches of snow last night. Not enough to make a mess, but the perfect amount to call today a White Christmas.
Last year, at this time, I worked a double shift at the diner because no one else wanted to work it, and the tips were good. I never minded the work. I like people and I’ve always worked in food service of some form, so that never bothered me. But I remember coming back to my little apartment and being so damn lonely.
Loneliness is not an issue these days. The house is always crowded in the very best way. But it’s just the three of us for the next few days. Booker and his family went on vacation in the Virgin Islands, Ty and Phoebe are spending time with her mom and her new husband, Sam, and Whit went home for the holidays too.
Rose is still asleep, too young to even know what’s going on today. I made Knox promise it would be a low-key day, but we’ll see how that goes. Whit is definitely the crazy kid of the group, but Knox isn’t far behind.
I hear footsteps and turn to see Knox shuffling into the kitchen. His hair is rumpled from sleep, and his sweats are slung low on his hips.
Scratching his bare chest, he smiles at me. “Having a good morning?”
“Just enjoying the quiet while the princess is still fast asleep.”
He walks toward me and takes the coffee cup from my hand before indulging in a sip and setting it on the table. “Scootch,” he commands, nudging me forward and slipping onto the window seat behind me, so his back is against the wall, his right leg is propped against the window, and my ass is situated between his thighs.
“Uh, you do realize there are like, six chairs in this room, right? You didn’t need to steal my spot. Or my coffee.”
“Accurate,” he concedes, holding me close. “But then I couldn’t do this.” He snakes his arm around my hip to the front of my body and rubs it gently on my thigh. His touch feels so good that I part my legs instinctively.
“That’s it, relax,” he whispers in my ear and I’m powerless to resist. Knox makes quick work of the hoodie I was wearing, and it ends up on the floor. I’m left in only my panties, and he runs his fingers between my thighs, tracing the thin strip of cotton there and making me wet.
“You don’t need these,” he says, tugging at the tiny strings that hold the scraps of fabric together.
“I—” Words escape me as he snaps the string, and the fabric falls forward, granting him uninhibited access to my swollen center.
“That better?”
“Ugh,” I moan. “I’m naked.”
“Yes, you fucking are,” his gravelly voice does things to me…wet, hot, sexy things.
“We’re in the window. Should we…” My voice trails off as I lose myself in the pleasure I get from the way his fingers stroke my folds.
“We’re pretty far back from the road. There’s a tree line ten yards ahead, and I want to hear you come so bad that I don’t care. But if you want to move, I can take my fingers out of your pussy, I can—”
“Don’t. Oh God, don’t. Don’t stop,” I pant as he fucks me with the fingers of his left hand, while toying with my clit with his right. I arch back against him, pressing my ass against his dick. Pleasure rolls over me in waves as I wonder what it would feel like to have him inside me there. I must make a sound because I can feel him smile against my cheek.
“What are you thinking, you sweet, dirty girl? You want my dick?”
“Yes,” I moan, only slightly mindful of the fact that there’s a sleeping baby upstairs.
“You want my dick here?” he thrusts three fingers inside of me and I cry out.
“Or here?” And with that question, he presses his hard cock against my ass, bracing to hold me still for a minute so I can feel his throbbing erection. The sensation is so erotic, despite the fact he’s still wearing his sweats. The idea is so hot, so forbidden, and yet so tempting that it takes me over the edge. I come apart in his arms with abandon, letting my body revel in the moment, letting each wave of pleasure flow through me.
He licks his fingers and I shiver. God, the things he does to me.
“Good morning, baby,” he whispers the words against my temple before leaning me forward and slipping off the window seat. I figure he’s going to make a cup of coffee or steal the rest of mine, but those thoughts vanish as he pushes my back against the wall and settles between my thighs. His gorgeous face looks up at me, smiling and hungry. “You get two before I get one, but I’m hard as fuck, so hang on tight, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
