“Maybe we both are?” He shrugs. “But, yeah, Fireball, mostly you.”
I stare at him, pretending to be in disbelief for a beat before I snatch the case from his hand and crouch down toward my laptop.
“I’ll get this all started, and you can make the hot chocolate since you have a gas stove.” I can hardly believe what’s coming out of my mouth. Christmas is a holiday I barely acknowledge, and yet here I am, dragging it into the late-night hours. “And before you say you don’t have any, there’s a box in the bag I put on the counter. I had it at the rental house.”
“All right, all right,” he says with a grin, holding his hands up. “You got it. I think I may even have whipped cream to put on top.”
The flirty way he says the last part of the sentence makes my heart skip a beat. And even if he didn’t mean anything by it … suddenly, I’m imagining Ridge with a can of whipped cream.
Naked.
Stella only made it about twenty minutes into the movie before she fell asleep again. And things were fine, really.
Until she rolls onto her side, scooches her back into me, and presses her ass against my cock.
Even with the fucking movie playing and me telling myself over and over not to get hard, I can’t help myself. And now, seconds later, my dick is hardening, pressing into her.
I shift, slowly rolling onto my back, knowing that I need to get up. Right now, I need to walk around and essentially … walk off my boner, but just as I start to push myself to stand, her hand touches my wrist.
“Ridge?” she says sleepily, stopping me from actually getting up. “Where are you going?”
I look from her to my hard dick and back again. “Was just going to stretch, Fireball,” I lie. My dick is already stretching.
And the longer she stays this close to me, the more he fucking grows.
Get it together, buddy.
She sits up slightly, the fire still rolling and lighting her in the prettiest glow. She reaches for her laptop and closes it.
“Well, fuck you, Mr. Grinch,” I tease her. “Didn’t want to watch the part where his heart grows a bunch of sizes?”
With a shy shake of her head, she reaches for me and grips my shirt lightly. “Where were you really going, Outlaw?”
I swallow, knowing I can’t lie to her. She’ll see right through it.
“I was hoping a walk around the house would make my dick calm down.” I shrug. “Having you this close excites me a bit.” I look down. “Or … a lot.”
I don’t know what the fuck she’s going to say. She could tell me to get away from her, that she’s not interested and the one night we spent together was a mistake she’ll long regret. With this woman, I never know what she’s going to do.
But instead, she grips my shirt tighter.
“Show me,” she whispers. “Show me what happens when I’m close to you.”
“Stella …” I say nervously, not sure if she even knows what she wants. “It’s Christmas. You’re confused, and I don’t want to take advan—”
My cock swells even harder, and my chin tilts up as I fight myself on all the reasons why I should just leave her alone and not make things even more complicated.
“Feel for yourself, Fireball,” I murmur, moving onto to my side and letting my cock nudge into her leg. “One graze against your ass, and that’s how hard I am.”
She drops her hold on my shirt but slides her hand downward, pulling the fabric up so that her palm skims my stomach. The lower her hand moves, the harder my cock gets, and when she finally brushes her hand against my dick through my sweatpants, I groan.
“Is this my Christmas present?” she breathes out.
“If that’s what you want, Stella … it’s all yours.”
“It’s what I want,” she whispers, running her palm over the bulge again. “Is it ready to be unwrapped?”
“Yes.” I swallow, feeling my cock twitch. “Fuck. Yes. It is.”
