Page 35 of Two Purple Gloves

“Thanks.” I put my arm around her shoulders and sniff back tears feeling like a weight has been removed from my chest.

“Oh, shit.” We all turn round at the sound of the distinctly male voice. Jake stands with his back to us, looking up at the ceiling and his hands on his hips.

“Alright there, Santa?” Nel asks with amusement.

“Yeah, I didn’t see anything,” he answers, pained.

“Then why are you looking away like that?” I prod, enjoying his discomfort.

“Because if I didn’t see what I think I didn’t see, then Harry would definitely punch me if he knew I didn’t see it.”

“Okay, I’m lost,” this from Rhiannon, making Nel and I titter.

Nel takes the frame and places it face-down on the table. “It’s okay, babe, you can turn around now.”

Jake turns but still looks around the room, avoiding the three of us and the potential of catching another glimpse of things he shouldn’t. “Uh, yeah, just uh…just checking everything was okay in here. But obviously everything is okay and I’m uh, I’m gonna go.” He throws his thumb over his shoulder.

I snort. “Jake Partridge! Are you flustered?”

“No,” he scoffs.

“I never thought I’d see the day,” I say, shaking my head.

“You should have seen him when I first put on that damn elf costume last year,” Nel laughs.

Jake points to her with a warning look. “That falls under couple’s confidentiality.”

“Oh, we’ve heardallabout your festive sexcapades, Jakey,” Rhiannon mocks with a teasing smile. “Nel gets very chatty after a few cocktails and at Lis and Harry’s summerBBQ, she may or may not have given us a play by play of your coming together last year.”

Jake looks accusingly at his fiancé who blushes profusely, refusing to meet his eye. “Is that so?”

“Oh, yeah,” Rhiannon coos, giving Jake a slow perusal. “You came off very well. Fun fact; this little one—” She points at her belly with both hands. “—was conceived that night.”

Nel throws her head back and laughs. “So, you’re saying Jake got you pregnant?”

“Would you shhh?” Jake hisses. “I’m already at risk of being in trouble with Harry for the second year in a row, I don’t want to add Luke to that list.”

I can’t help but laugh and once I start, I can’t stop. Nel and Rhiannon are giggling too, Nel bent over with her hands on her knees while Rhiannon stands upright holding her belly. Jake watches us all without humour, shaking his head at our delirium. I feel so good. Between talking to Harry last night and seeing with my own eyes that my photoshoot with Nel has been a success, everything seems so much better today. Now, I just need to get my husband alone.

“God, you’re sexy,” Harry says against the wet skin of my neck. “So fucking sexy.”

His naked body covers mine, chest to back, his solid cock pushed firmly against my arse, arms wrapped around my torso, and hands stroking everywhere. I stand under the warm spray of the shower, washing away the chill and the chlorine as the steam lifts and swirls around us, bringing with it the smell of his spicy body wash.

“Not too bad yourself,” I breathe, pushing my butt out and stroking his length between my cheeks.

Teeth scrape at the juncture between my neck and shoulder, his hand stroking lower over my belly and down until strong, slightly calloused fingers dip between my legs. Avoiding the sensitive nub, he strokes over my lower lips andaround my entrance without giving me contact where I most want it. My head falls back against his shoulder, and he nibbles along the shell of my ear.

“Remind me,” he rumbles. “How many times did I make you come last time?”

My lips tip up at the edges, cheeks straining with the warming smile he incites. “Three.”

“Hmm,” he hums, the sound thoughtful. His other hand squeezes at my breast, my nipple caught between the knuckles of his pointer and middle finger, a pinch just painful enough to be pleasurable. “I’ll accept the challenge,” he mumbles before biting my neck and plunging two fingers into me with enough force to bring me up onto my toes.

“I didn’t issue you a challenge,” I whimper.

“You come four times tonight,” he tells me.

“I’m not sure I can do that,” I say over a groan as he starts pumping his hand between my legs, his palm rubbing on my clit.