Page 44 of Dumped for a Christmas Tree Farmer

“I need the bathroom,” she murmurs before attempting to lift off.

“Nope . . . eat your dinner first.”

James’s eyes snap to mine. “Don’t tell her what to do. If she wants to go to the bathroom, she can go to the bathroom.”

“I’m good . . . I’m good,” she breathes, leaning her elbows on the table.

I lower my voice. “Eat your food, Indigo.”

Her pussy clenches, and I nearly come right there and then. With my ex and Indy’s ex looking frankly concerned as Indy proceeds to take a bite of her burger, chewing quickly, humming in acknowledgment.

My lips brush the crest of her ear. “Now swallow.”

“Okay, I’m done here.” James pushes his plate away, his mouth turning down as his eyes drops to the hand I have splayed against Indy’s stomach.

“What’s wrong, James?” I ask, brushing my thumb along her lower rib.

“I get that we hurt you both, but this obvious attempt to make us jealous isn’t going to work.”

I adjust myself in the seat, and Indy sucks in a sharp breath. Damn, it feels so good to have that effect on her. Just a slight adjustment and she’s gasping around me.

Holly’s eyes widen, her lips pursing as if calculating the probability of us actually doing what she thinks we’re doing. She must decide it’s not possible because she strikes. “You know, Indy, you always did love my sloppy sec—”

“No,” I interrupt.

“Clearly you’re sleeping together,” she pouts.

“You’re not in a position to point fingers, Holly. You tried to get me back the second you found out I own the bakery building so you could get a free lease.”

James snaps his head toward Holly. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“He bought me a building, James. You didn’t even get me a Christmas present.”

“We’ve been dating for two weeks!”

“And you were sleeping with me until a week ago,” Indy chimes in, rubbing herself back and forth with small, subtle movements. She’s trying to get off. Watching them argue is flooding her, and I feel it wrapping around my cock. I lower my hand, gripping her hip as I move her body against mine, rocking painfully slowly so there’s no way James and Holly could see. Not that they’re looking at us now. Holly is screaming, her fists pummeling James’s chest. James is explaining himself: they weren’t official, she still had a boyfriend as well, they hadn’t made a commitment to each other.

Indy grinds harder. God, this girl is something else. Bad to the bone, despite doing everything that’s expected of her. Despite being a dutiful daughter, honoring her mom’s legacy, looking after the town. She’s getting off on watching these two idiots fall apart.

Holly screeches, and Indy detonates. Her fingers painfully grip my thigh as her pussy flutters around my length. She’s biting down on her knuckle, rocking to the rhythm of James and Holly’s barbed back and forth. Her climax shakes through her, her tight walls pulsing against my cock, the tingling at the base of my spine building.

I’m gonna come. Right here, right now.

I was supposed to be in control of this situation. She was supposed to warm my cock for an hour or two. She was supposed to wrestle with her wetness as I sat coolly eating a cheeseburger I didn’t particularly want. But Indy Winters has me blowing my load after a few squeezes of her perfect pussy. My cum spills into her as she rides out her climax. Hot warmth drips from her, and I know we’ve made a mess. Holly and James might be absorbed enough in their own argument to not notice, but they might very well spot the wet patch on my lap as soon as I get up to leave.

“You’re perfect,” I groan into the crook of her neck, just below her ear. Her scent envelops me; my vision blurs from the whiskey, the hint of smoke and leather filling my lungs. “You’re so perfect, sweetheart.”

Her rocks slow, my fingertips loosen their grip, and she twists her head to look; big, beautiful eyes with splashes of indigo meet mine. She bites her lip as I push a tendril of hair away from her face. She’s panting, pink highlighting her cheeks and neck, like she’d been holding back just then. Holding in her screams until it brought blood to the surface of her skin.

I grip the back of her neck, pulling her lips down to mine. My cock, which had started to soften, hardens again at the feel of her teeth biting down on my lower lip.

Her eyes flame with heat and lust, and she whispers the one sentence that could bring me to my knees. “I want you in a bed—now.”

Chapter Eighteen

December 29

Indy