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“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he praises, eyes roaming over my body from tip to toe. He steps back to take me in fully and addresses his own clothes situation.
He’s a golden god of copper and brass with red hair and carved muscles that once more leave me thirsting to drink out of the dips created by nights in the gym and days on the job site. I love a hardworking, hard man. This time I get more than a peek, and there are no sweats to make my imagination work overtime. Between his thighs is the real gift of the gods, hard and veiny, the tip swollen and dripping. I’m not the only one evidently excited.
Briar strokes his cock as he tells me, “Open your legs…”
I do and I show him just how wet he’s made me. My closed eyes are the only hint of shyness I have left.
I gasp as his mouth finds me again, but this time, tasting another part of me. His large hands grip my thighs and spread me further as he devours me. His tongue flattens against my swollen clit and he drinks me like I’m special cocoa at a beloved ice rink.
My fingers dig into his hair, pulling him up, closer, away before my release makes me snap.
I need something more. I need him.
“Together,” I plead, squirming beneath him.
“Together,” he agrees and before I catch a breath, he pushes inside of me.
CHAPTER7
Briar
I grunt out her name as I enter her, her walls clamping down on me in a spasm of pleasure and they were already tight. She’s so warm and wet, it’s an easy fit but it’s snug.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and I brace myself on the bed, spreading her wide with every hard thrust of my hips. The pace is eager, too eager. I was starved and I didn’t even know it. Starved for the taste of this woman and I never want that hungry again. She satiates me in ways that I can’t start to understand. It’s just the way we are.
I want her every day, every morning and night. I want to cook her dinner and then eat her for dessert. I’ll buy a ring tonight if I have to. It’s just been too long, and we’ve flirted too much, the pressure, the tension, the heart is all here.
Her eyes shut tightly as she moans, nails digging into my back. Her fingers run through my hair as she mewls at every thrust. Her body moves with every impact, a pleasing ripple to her breasts, and an erotic slapping sound whenever my hips drive into her. It’s all slick and salacious.
I can do this all night. I want to do this all night. But anatomy decides differently.
Together, we peak. Hers hits just ahead of mine, a sign that I can finally release the pressure I’ve been holding back only to ensure she’s wholly satisfied. But I have intentions of finishing the meal, so she greedily interrupted.
It’s years of tension released in a single night. Tasting, sharing, enjoying one another until sleep consumes us both, curled up in my bed.
I’m rarely home alone for the holidays, either visiting my mother or spending it with the Greenhorn family. My house is poorly decorated. But if Jordan keeps coming over, I’ll need to get a tree, decorate, and put it by the fireplace.
I fall asleep dreaming of my plans to make this a home for her as much as it is for me.
* * *
I’m up first,the light from the cracked blinds hitting me square in the eye. I kiss the top of her head and slip from the bed without disturbing her. We went to bed without dinner, and she has to be as hungry as I am. I sling on sweats and head to the kitchen to cook us up a bite to eat. I’m not a chef, but I’ve been on my own for a while now, I can fend for myself.
Bacon is barely sizzling when Jordan, half-dressed, comes out of the bedroom, scrambling for her things. She’s cute in a hurry, fussing over missing clothes scattered from bedroom to front door.
“What’s the rush?” I ask, chuckling as she finds her turtleneck last.
I relish the sight of her torso, plump and slightly pink in patches from my love bites. Her breasts threaten to spill over from her bra, and I want to lick them again. I almost forget about food with that idea bouncing around in my head.
“Brunch,” she explains with a groan. “I spaced Christmas Eve brunch with the family. I’m so fucking late– and in yesterday’s clothes.”
I turn off the oven. “Let me drive you,” I offer.
“No!” she shouts. My heart stops a beat at her adamancy. Her eyes go wide and she shakes her head. “I mean, Kaidan will be there. Hell, even my parents would find this…” She hesitates, combing her hair with her fingers.
“I thought you weren’t embarrassed by or scared of what this is?” I say, my stomach hardening with fear. “About us…” my voice strains.
“Briar, I… I’m not. But you have to understand…” She sighs. “I thought you’d get it. I mean Kaidan is your best friend and I’m older and you’re so—”
