Page 8 of A Christmas Song


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Fuck. I wanted him.

He straightened, reading what I felt, and his eyes flashed, the same hunger showing right back.

My mouth watered, but I forced myself to go into the bathroom.

There was no one else inside.

My limbs turned leaden, and I went on autopilot, knowing what I really wanted to do, not letting myself think about it. He thought Jude was my boyfriend. I knew so many did, but that wasn’t the situation. And as I waited for the water to heat, I was barely feeling it.

Everything in me tightened up in need. I was aching for Cris, literally aching.

Jesus.

Why was this happening now? It’s like when I woke up in his bed, it woke the other part of me that I’d been trying to keep dead. I couldn’t handle it, but then I was moving without making a conscious decision.

I left my stall door open.

I went to the bathroom door, pushed it open.

Cris was there.

My gaze went right to his, and he’d been waiting.

We shared a look, just one before he pushed off from the wall, and caught the door as I began heading back to my shower stall.

He was right on my tail, a hand on my back, almost pushing me forward.

Then the door was shut, locked, and he pushed me against the far wall. As I turned around, neither of us said a word. His mouth was on mine, and I answered him, sagging into him, and everything in my body was yelling out, “Yessssss.”

My clothes were pulled off, tossed onto the bench in the corner.

His were tugged off right after. His shoes. Everything was put on the same bench. He grabbed a condom from his wallet, then picked me up and walked me into the shower part. My back hit the wall. My legs wound around his back, and it wasn’t long before he had the condom on, his dick sheathed inside of me.

God.

It’d been so long.

Too long.

A part of me had missed this.

When this was over, I’d have to do some work to put that part of me asleep all over again. But until then, I began moving my hips over Cris as he was pounding into me, doing what we’d done in the past when we needed to fuck but we needed to be quiet. Our mouths were either on top of each other or we had our hands over each other’s mouth because sometimes, being quiet was hard. It was damn hard.

Today was the hardest it’d ever been.

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MACKENZIE

A girl was waiting for me when I left my first class. She jumped up from a bench, hurrying to me. “Mackenzie! Hey.”

I paused, skimming her over. I didn’t know her. Auburn hair with blonde highlights. Big wire glasses set over hazel eyes. Caucasian. A little shorter than me with a stocky body type. She was wearing cover-alls that were made from some soft fabric and a t-shirt underneath. A necklace hung down from her neck with a single pearl at the end. She looked comfortable and trendy.

“Hi…?”

She held her hand out, a bright smile on her face. “My name is Kellie Rispins. I’m a blogger at Hoops & Secret Scoops. I cover a lot of different topics for the university. Do you have a minute? Could I ask you some questions?” She handed me her business card.

A blogger.

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