“Brat,” he said.
Then he smiled, and his dimple appeared. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in and kissed it, that adorable crater in his cheek. He chuffed a shaky laugh.
“Thank you for the date, Gideon,” I whispered against the corner of his mouth.
He swallowed thickly. “You’re welcome, kapara.”
“I’m gonna kiss your face off now,” I warned him, pressing into his space until our bodies were nearly aligned.
“Think you can manage it without a stepstool?” he teased.
“Shut it,” I grumbled before closing the distance between us.
When I reconnected us and teased the seam of his mouth with my tongue, he didn’t recoil. Instead, he opened tentatively and met my tongue with his. He really was as sweet and classic as vanilla ice cream.
We kissed in the kitchen until my lips were bruised and swollen and my jeans were uncomfortably tight. For someone who didn’t spend a lot of time pursuing romance, he was a pretty darn good kisser. Gideon’s hair was a mess from my fingers, and his eyes were dazed by the time we parted, our chests heaving.
I rather liked the undone look he sported, and I vowed to put that expression on his face every chance he gave me. And if I had to buy a stepstool to manage it… well, then I’d find the sturdiest one in Utopia, humiliation be darned.
Chapter Seven
I woke Christmas morning to Noel curled around my back. His breath was hot against my shoulder, his fingers dragging along my happy trail. I’d been having a rather scandalous dream, and Noel’s not-so-innocent touches were only encouraging the arousal thrumming through my veins.
“Morning, ahuvi,” he whispered in my ear. “Care to share why you were moaning my name in your sleep?”
Shaking my head, I turned and buried my face in my pillow as he continued to tease me, brushing the lightest of touches along the bulge in my underwear. His erection dug into my lower back, and I pushed back against him. His breath caught.
This was the most we’d touched since I’d come home. If I wasn’t pathetically desperate for his touch, I might have been surprised at his boldness. As it was, I was only thankful.
“Can I?” he asked as he cupped me.
With a groan, I nodded, and he shoved my underwear down my thighs. His hand was soft and gentle as he circled my shaft, and I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting into his fist. He chuckled, grinding himself against my butt.
“Were you dreaming about me?” His voice was breathy and strained. “Were you dreaming of this?”
I reached back and cupped the back of his head, turning mine so I could kiss him. I ignored the sour morning breath between us as he stroked me. He hummed as he hooked his other arm under my head.
“Tell me,” he demanded into my mouth, and I shook my head again, embarrassed. “Tell me, or I’ll stop.”
At the threat, I growled. He just laughed.
“Riley?”
“You,” I gasped as he squeezed around my crown. “Dreaming of you. And Jai. And this.”
“Was I touching you? Or was Jai?” His eyes were dark purple, his cheeks flushed a beautiful pink. I traced the color, trying to think around the pleasure his hand evoked.
“Um, n-neither. I was…” I drifted off, too humiliated to confess the darkest corners of my imagination.
His hand released me, leaving me unsatisfied. I whined, and he smiled wickedly. “I told you I’d stop if you—”
“You and Jai!” I blurted as my face sweltered. “You and Jai were… and I was watching.”
Noel’s brows rose to his hairline, and I wanted to sink into the mattress and die. “Jai and I were touching?” he asked, and I nodded. “We were fucking?”
I squeezed my eyes shut in shame, but I still nodded.
He chuckled darkly. “Do you want to watch us, Riley? Do you want to watch Jai fuck me?”
“I want you to touch me!” I pleaded pathetically, and he finally took mercy on me. I nearly sobbed as he resumed his punishing rhythm on my erection.
“I love you,” he said against my cheek, and I grunted as I came. “You’re so beautiful when you come, Riley. I want to spend eternity making you come.”
“Ungh,” I offered as my brain swam in ecstasy.
Collecting my release, Noel spread it between my legs, coating the inside of my thighs. He lifted my leg enough to slip his erection between my legs. Then he pressed my legs together, trapping himself. He was hot and hard against my sack.
His voice was husky and deep as he said, “Squeeze your legs, baby.”
I obeyed, grabbing the end of my shirt to keep it from riding up as Noel started to move behind me. His hips slapped against my bare butt, his erection sliding between my clenched thighs. It rubbed against my balls, and my penis twitched in interest but didn’t harden. He panted against the nape of my neck as his thrusts quickened.
“Riley. Oh, shit.”
“It’s okay,” I slurred, reaching back to delve my fingers into his hair. I massaged his scalp as his rhythm stuttered. “Come, Noel. I’ve got you. Come.”
Stiffening behind me, he groaned several Utopian expletives as his release splashed over my thighs. He thrust a few more times, anointing my skin with his essence. Then he went lax behind me, wrapping himself around me as he sighed.
“Holy communion. That was good.” He trailed kisses over my neck, and I smiled blissfully.
“Merry Christmas to me,” I said, and Noel snorted.
We laughed as he slid out from between my legs. We’d made a mess of the sheets, but I didn’t care. When he snuggled close, I twined our fingers and placed his hand on my chest over my heart. I hated the barrier of my shirt between us, but I wasn’t brave enough to remove it just yet.
“Sorry, I got a bit carried away.” He nuzzled my curls. “But you were moaning my name in your sleep, and I couldn’t help myself.”
“I’m not complaining.” I squished his fingers. “I liked it, whatever you just did.”
“Fucking your thighs? Yeah, I liked it too. Obviously.” He kissed my blushing cheek. “We can’t stay in bed too long, though. It’s Christmas. They’ll be waiting for us.”
I hadn’t expected them to remember the human holiday. We hadn’t decorated a tree or hung lights around the house. I had gotten them presents because I didn’t want to let another Christmas pass without giving them something, but I didn’t expect them to reciprocate.
“We’re celebrating Christmas?”
Noel propped himself up on his elbow as I settled onto my back, kicking off my underwear. “Of course. We got you presents.”
“You didn’t have to,” I said.
He touched the wing pendants hanging from my neck. “We wanted to. You know, because we love you and stuff.”
Throwing my arms around his neck, I dragged him down and kissed him, and he laughed against my lips. I used my toes to push his pajama pants down his legs until we were both naked from the waist down. Neither of us were hard, but when he wriggled between my legs, I hitched my knees around his hips, ankles crossing over his butt.
“I’ve missed this,” I mumbled against his lips.