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I set my teeth against his soft skin, just enough to send him tumbling into the abyss. His cock swelled in my mouth, salty liquid spilling across my tongue and down my throat. I held him to me as I swallowed it all, reveling in how he kept saying my name. Only after he stopped coming did I let his softening shaft slip from between my lips.
I sat back on my heels and looked up at him, knowing that, no matter what else happened this year, this would be the memory I’d take with me into the next.
Merry Christmas to me.
SEVEN
BLAZE
I insistedon driving the last stretch, claiming it was because I knew the area near my parent’s home, but in truth, it was because I couldn’t trust my hands to stay still if I wasn’t holding the steering wheel. Hell, I’d been half-ready to senselessly have sex with her when we got back in the car after dinner. Or maybe just make her orgasm on my tongue to repay what she’d done in that closet.
Women had gone down on me before, but none had ever compared to this woman, to what she’d done to me, for me. The chemistry between us was unlike anything I’d ever felt. Absolutely insane. Despite my eagerness to be done with the drive, another part of me wasn’t even near ready to say goodbye to Trisha.
But wishing wouldn’t change anything. We both had family waiting for us and lives to return to. Even though that blowjob would stay with me forever.
As we neared San Ramon, we talked less, cherishing these last moments alone. I steered into my parents’ driveway late at night, harboring a plan to offer something I believed we both desired—more time.
“Wow, this is where you grew up?” Trisha asked, eyes wide as I parked in front of the massive house Patrick had built for his blended family. “Or, sorry. I meant, in your teens–”
“Don’t worry,” I said soothingly. “As you know, my family background is very confusing. You should’ve been there when my step-sister, London, had to create a family tree for school.” I switched off the engine and turned to face her. Meeting Trisha’s inquisitive gaze, I nearly gave in to the temptation to kiss her. Though reason prevailed. Getting caught making out with a woman in the car, especially while about to make her a proposition, was unwise.
“It’s pretty late,” I began. “And I know San Francisco isn’t that far away, but we’ve been in the car for a long time.”
A smile played about her lips. “Are you worried about me driving by myself?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I know you’re a good driver, but look at how bad the traffic was the last fifty miles here.”
“It was pretty bad,” she agreed. “And I am tired.”
A wave of relief washed over me. I couldn't quite tell whether she really didn’t want to drive that night or was just following my lead and not ready to diverge just yet.
“How about you crash here for the night?” I ventured, praying my casual tone masked my racing heart. “It’s no biggie, and you’ll snag a solid night’s sleep. You’ll hit your dad’s place bright-eyed tomorrow morning for the holiday.”
Her smile warmed the chilly night as her fingers brushed mine. “I’d love to. And thanks... for giving a damn.”
A light came on inside. I let out a breath. “Time to go in.”
We picked up our belongings and made our way to the front door. Halfway there, the door swung open to reveal my cousin, Paris, a petite, curvy woman with jet-black hair tied back in a ponytail.
“Finally, you’re here, Blaze,” she said, hugging herself. “Hurry up. I’m at the best part of my book.”
She looked surprised when she noticed the woman with me, but Paris held back any sarcastic remarks, showing remarkable restraint.
“Trisha, meet my cousin, Paris Carideo,” I introduced as we approached. “Paris, this is Trisha Easton, my... well, travel buddy.”
Trisha chuckled. “I appreciate that title. It sounds sophisticated, not like someone he just met at a car rental in Chicago.”
A gleam appeared in Paris’s eyes. “I like her.”
“She’s headed to see her dad in San Francisco,” I said, ignoring Paris’s remark. “But we decided it wasn’t safe for her to drive alone tonight, so she’ll stay here and head out in the morning.”
Paris looked from me to Trisha, her smile widening. “Got it. You know where things are, so I’ll let you be.”
“Seriously?” I asked, locking the door after us. “You’re not going to quiz me about our trip?”
“Nope,” Paris replied. “I’m about to read a steamy scene where a werewolf cowboy sweeps his destined partner off her feet, and I can’t wait.”
“I’d rather not hear more,” I said quickly. “That was already too much TMI.”
