She bumps me with her shoulder. “You’re so attractive. I sometimes can’t even take it. I look at you, and I know for certain that no one else even compares. You are the definition of beautiful.”
A lump forms in my throat as I open the backseat door. “You spoil me with your words.”
She bats her eyelashes at me and hops up into the car, giving me a full view of her round ass, which I selfishly stare at. I follow her into the farthest row and settle into the seat next to her, pulling the seat we folded down back up.
Ben and Abby take up the middle row, and my mom and dad are in the front. My mom pulls out of the driveway, and I decide to distract my mind by occupying my hands with Kat.
Sliding my palm across her leg, I squeeze the inside of her thigh through her tight jeans. She gasps and glares at me through slitted eyelids.
Smirking at her, I bring my hand higher on her leg until my pinkie is flush with the zipper of her jeans. The rest of the car is lost in conversation about colored lights versus white lights on a tree. I couldn’t give two shits right now. I know we are probably less than a few minutes away.
Kat glares at me again, and I widen my eyes innocently.
I mouth to her,What?
Her lips part to say something, but I silence her when I move my hand completely to the center of her jeans, cupping her. Apparently, that isn’t enough because her lips part again. Hooking my fingers, I rub slightly, and I watch her eyes slowly roll into her head.
Leaving my hand between her legs, I scoot closer to her. Crossing my right arm across my body, my right hand finds the band of her jeans. My fingers glide up against her silky skin as I slip my fingers inside of her shirt. Tucking my head into the crook of her neck, I pretend to be sleepy, no one is the wiser.
Kat is breathing heavier, and I wonder when the last time was that Nic put her pleasure first. My fingers find the cup of her bra, and the effect she has on my willpower is pathetic. Her bra is just lace, no padding. Which makes it incredibly easy to find the point of her nipple with my fingertips.
I roll the peak between my thumb and finger, and Kat accidentally moans slightly. Thankfully, it’s drowned out by my brother’s loud laugh.
Tucking my head into hers, I press my lips against her ear and whisper, “You have to be silent, Kit Kat, or no more fun for either of us.”
She nods fast, and I tug her nipple, then roll it between my fingers. I want to rip her top off of her and just stare at the perfection of her body. I want to suck on her breasts and listen to the music of moans that only I create.
My mom shouts through the car, “All right, guys, pit stop!”
Kat whimpers, and I flick her nipple with my finger before putting my hands back in my lap. I whisper to her, “Don’t pout, love. We have time.”
I want us to have time, is what I should have said. Time is actually our biggest enemy.
“Oh my God! Look!” Abby shouts and points out the window. “Horses!”
Kat’s head whips in that direction, and she squeals. “Oh my gosh! I’ve always wanted to ride in one of those!”
Perfect.
“Let’s check it out,” my mom says, and she kills the ignition.
The plan is going swimmingly. We unload, and I quickly swipe the blanket and basket from the space behind our seat before joining the group. I watch Kat look at the horses in awe as we approach the horse-drawn carriage, all decked out in shades of red and green. Bells jingle as they move, and it sounds so beautiful.
My mom can’t stop glancing my way, all proud of my surprise for Kat.
The man driving the carriage greets us, “Merry Christmas! Do any of you happen to be Kat Claus?”
Kat gasps, and her eyes fly open in surprise and shock. “Um, I-I am.” She steps forward tentatively.
He claps his hands together. “Well then, these must be for you.” He turns around, grabbing something, and when he turns back to face us, he is holding a dozen red roses with a small note attached.
Kat can’t tear her eyes off of the man, the carriage, and the horses. She reaches out and accepts the roses, aggressively grabbing the note to read it.
She doesn’t need to read it out loud. I already know what it says.
You should never accept anything less than what you deserve. Merry Christmas, love.
Her wet eyes flutter my way, and she throws her arms around my waist, completely disregarding the roses and basket being crushed against my side.
