“I like you naked.”
“I’m not naked,” I smirk.
“Like fuck,” he growls low in his throat as I stretch out my body.
Dropping to his knees in front of me on the bed, his fingers slide into my panties and pull them down, discarding them with the rest of our clothes.
“Now you’re naked.” He smirks, trailing his hands up my legs. Massaging my calves, my knees, my thighs. His thumbs moving in slow circles, getting closer and closer to where I need him, want him most. His thumbs brush over my center, making my body arch into his touch.
I bite my lip to stifle a moan, my fingers digging into his hair.
“Colt,” I whisper, desperate for more. I tug on his hair, attempting to bring his mouth up to mine. “Kiss me.”
He smirks lowers his lips to my stomach, peppering kisses up my body until his mouth, hot and needy covered my nipple. His tongue dips and swirls, torturing me slowly. It’s excruciating. I need to feel more. I need his hands, his body, his tongue...him. Everywhere. But I know he’s going to drag it out, make me beg. It’s what he does best. Torture is favorite form of foreplay.
But not today. Not tonight. Steeling my resolve, I shove him hard in his chest, pushing him off me so he falls on his back beside me. Sitting up and rolling over, I straddle his waist before he can say anything or do anything to stop me.
Biting my lips, I scratch my nails down his chest and grind my hips against his. Colt curses as his eyes roll back in his head. He licks his bottom lip and lifts his hands, sliding them up my body, cupping my breasts. I moan, leaning into him, reveling in his touch and the feel of him beneath me.
“Em,” he groans, squeezing a little harder, thrusting his hips, rubbing himself between my legs. I lick my lips, lifting slightly, reaching for him and positioning him right where I need him.
Sinking onto him, I groan as he fills and stretches me, my head tipping back in pure unadulterated pleasure.
“Fuck. So good,” Colt curses, his fingers digging painfully into my hips, and he thrusts into me, pounding over and over.
I fall forward, bracing my arms on the headboard for support while grounding my hips against every movement of his. He tilts his face up and captures my mouth, sliding his tongue in and out of my mouth in rhythm with the stroke of his hips.
Over and over. Harder. Faster. Longer. Slower.
The pressure builds, and tingles travel down my spine while I grind my hips, swiveling against him. My body trembles, heat pulses through me, until I can’t contain it anymore. I come apart in an explosion of ecstasy, stars and strong powerful strokes.
Chapter Six
Colt
I wake up to Em’s body wrapped around me. Smiling, I run my hands up and down her back. Stroking her skin as I press my nose into her hair. She smells so sweets. Strawberries and coconut. And now a hint of cinnamon.
Stirring in my arms, she sighs and stretches her body out along mine.
“Morning.” I cup her cheek when she raises her head to look at me through sleep hazed eyes.
“Morning.” She smiles lazily and moans. “Time is it?”
“Time to get up. Dad’ll be banging the door dow-”
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Any minute now,” I finish.
Em laughs and rolls onto her, wiping her hands over her face. I sit up and lean down to kiss her.
“Happy Christmas,” I whisper against her lips.
She smiles into the kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Stay in bed.”
“Can’t.” I peck her once more and then grab my shorts and pull them on.
Dad and Jody are already in the kitchen with coffee and papers when I walk in. They seem to have this routine down.
“Happy Christmas,” I say, clapping dad on the shoulder and pressing a chaste kiss to Jody’s cheek. It’s awkward and weird but I know dad will appreciate the effort. The slight smile he gives me, tells me so. Being with Em has helped me decipher emotions and facial expressions more than ever. I’m not sure I like it, but it’s definitely beneficial when I need to realize she’s pissed at me.
I pour myself a coffee and slump into the chair beside dad, reaching for his toast. “Hands off.”
“I’m hungry.”
“Shoulda woke up earlier.”
“It is early.”
“It’s ten.”
My eyes widen. “Bullshit.”
“Colt.”
“No way fucking way is it ten.”
I don’t sleep in. Most days I’m awake before the sun comes up. Yesterday I woke at eight. I’ve never slept until ten.
Jody laughs and nods her.
“Whoa.” My mind is blown. How? Why?
Dad, sensing my thoughts, shrugs and explains, “Maybe you’re finally relaxed and content.”
“Maybe.” Or it was just mind-blowing sex. I love it when she takes control. “So, what’re the plans for today?”
Dad and I always had a quiet Christmas. A small dinner, exchanging presents and at night, after dark, I’d climb up the tree between mine and Em’s house with a gift for her and a plate of food. If I didn’t feed, no one would. She couldn’t live on school lunches when we weren’t at school.
Dad shrugs. “We feast, drink and be merry.”
“Don’t forget the gifts,” Jody adds with an excited smile.
“And the gifts,” dad agrees with a smirk in Jody’s direction.
After a while, Em wakes up and greets us all with a kiss. Mine has tongue, so who’s the real winner here? We sit and watch a game. I give dad a nod of appreciation at the fact he pre-planned and bought an old recorded game of basketball with him for today. The same one we watch every year.
Jody and Em disappear to the kitchen to prepare the food and when I offer to help, I get literally get kicked out of the kitchen. Em’s foot is so far up my ass, I think I see stars.
Clyde and Jordan are dressed in chicken-sized Santa suits, clucking happily and pecking at the presents under the tree, while dad and I keep the fire roaring. I check on the turkeys, ensuring they’re warm and fed. I still don’t know what to do with them when we return home. They definitely can’t live in our apartment.
We sit down and eat lunch. Roast beef, roast potatoes, mustard greens, salad and stuffing. So much stuffing. By the time we’ve finished eating, I absolutely stuffed. I’m so full, I’m afraid I’ll explode if I move.
Dad wants to exchange presents, so I drag my lazy ass to the living room, pulling Em down into my lap.
Dad gives Jody a gold bracelet with a heart locket. She tears up at the sight of it before handing dad his gift. A new set of golf clubs. Dad whistles low, pulling her into his arms and kissing her so deeply, I need to close my eyes and bleach my brain.
“Get a room!” I call out and Em slaps me on the shoulder.
Jody reaches under the tree again and hands dad two packages with a huge, bright smile on her face. Dad glances down at them before passing one to me and one to Em.
Em's mouth drops open. She’s always shocked, in utter disbelief when she’s given something without expectations. Growing up, if she received a gift, it came with a price. Usually one higher than she could afford. Damn, her parents were assholes.