“Yes,” she got out before he kissed her. “Shenanigans.” Kiss. “No time.” Kiss. “For that.” Kiss. “Got to pack.”
“You can pack later.” Spike picked her up carefully and set her on her ass on the bed. “You’re stressed. You’re gonna give yourself a migraine.”
Spike knelt on the floor at her feet. He started kissing up her leg. Her breath came in fast pants as he spread her legs wide. She was wearing a tight, white onesie with a snap crotch. At the back of her onesie, right above her bottom, sat a red bow and some lace ruffles.
As soon as her shoulder was healed up enough for her to start making clothes again, she intended to make several more just like it.
Spike tongued her pussy through the material of the onesie.
Shoot! That felt so good. Maybe he was right. Taking some time out to de-stress wasn’t a bad idea. Last thing she needed was a migraine.
He reached behind her and drew the zip down then carefully tugged it off her arms so it pooled at her waist.
“Stay still,” he growled as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
He tongued her nipple until she was breathing hard. Arousal had her pressing her legs together and trying to ease the throbbing in her clit. Then he grazed his teeth over one tight nub and she cried out. Oh darn. So good.
The last two days had been a whirl. She felt like she’d been rushing around trying to pack while directing Spike on how to decorate the house since she wasn’t allowed to do any of it.
The man took overprotective to another level.
But now she had a perfectly decorated dinosaur Christmas tree. It looked fabulous.
He cupped her breasts, raising her nipple to his mouth so he could suck.
“Oh. Ohh. Please. More.”
“You want more, baby doll?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“What do you want?”
He was going to make her think? Really? He stopped sucking on her nipple.
“Please. I need more. I need your mouth on me.”
“Where?” he asked.
Urgh! She couldn’t think! Why was he making her think? Not fair.
“My nipple!”
Yes! Go her. She could speak. It was a miracle.
“This nipple?” he queried as he ran his tongue over it.
“Yes, please, more.”
“Or this one?” He moved to her other nipple, sucking on it lightly. Her body ached with need. Her breath came in harsh pants.
“Both. Please, both. More.”
He sucked on one nipple then the other.
“Lower. Lower.”
“Down here?” he asked, kissing the skin just below her breasts.
“Lower.” He was torturing her. The bastard.
He slid his tongue along her tummy, down towards her pussy. He undid the snaps on her crotch, exposing her pussy. “Tell me where you want me to touch you, baby doll.”
“On my pussy,” she yelled, shocking herself. “Thank God we don’t have neighbors.”
Spike chuckled then started lapping at her pussy, running his tongue along her slick lips before flicking at her clit with relentless thrusts of his tongue.
She moaned, wriggling around.
“Stay still, baby doll,” he warned.
“I can’t. I can’t.”
“Do I need to give you something to concentrate on?”
Ooh. She wasn’t sure about that. Suddenly, he stood and she let out a whimpering complaint until he started pulling off his clothes.
Okay, now we’re talking.
The man was seriously gorgeous. Ripped. Strong. Sexy.
Lucky. She was so lucky.
Reaching down, he grasped hold of his cock, running his hand up and down the length. She licked her lips.
“Want a taste?”
She nodded. Oh yes. She certainly did.
He helped her stand, then he sat on the edge of the bed and placed a pillow on the floor between his feet. He held onto her good arm to help her kneel. She took it from there, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock as she bobbed her mouth up and down the shaft.
So good. So very good.
She hummed as she sucked.
Spike began to chuckle and she slid off his dick, looking up at him curiously. “What?”
“Baby, you’re humming Jingle Bells as you suck my cock.”
What? “I am not!”
“You totally were.”
Jeez. That was mortifying. Except . . .
“Was it bad?”
“Fuck, no. It was damn good.”
She grinned.
“Come here.” He helped her carefully up, positioning her on his lap facing him. Then his lips met hers for a kiss that she swore had fireworks firing off inside her. By the time he was finished, she was rubbing her pussy along his cock and making little noises filled with need.
He lay back on the bed. “Ride me, baby doll.”
With pleasure.
He held his dick for her so she could position herself over the top then she took him deep.
Bliss.
And as she rode them both to a satisfying end, she may or may not have been humming Jingle bells in her head.
The next morning, she waved goodbye to Betsy, Royal, and Baron. They’d just come by to pick up Mr. Fluffy.
“Are you sure he’ll be all right?”
“Yes,” Spike replied, shutting the door and locking it. They’d leave through the internal garage. He’d already packed up the truck. She’d tried to pack lightly, knowing there would be a bit of stuff to bring back with them from her grandma’s house. Everything else would be sold or given away.
But she had packed her taser and pepper spray. She’d compromised and left the gun behind. A girl couldn’t be too careful, even if she did have a big hunk of biker glued to her side.
“Maybe we should bring him with us. What if he misses me? What if he gets lonely? Talking on Skype or FaceTime just isn’t the same. Mr. Fluffy finds it hard to recognize my face through the camera.”
“He’ll be fine.” He turned to her, grasping hold of her chin and tilting her face. “Sunny and the boys will take care of him.”
Of course they would. She knew that.
“Go potty before we leave. I’ll get some drinks and snacks.”
“I don’t need to go to the toilet.”
He gave her a firm look. “Go. Now.”
She sighed. “Fine. But I don’t need to go.” She turned with a flounce. She was wearing a long, pleated black and white striped skirt with stockings, boots and a bright red sweater with a rolled neck. He placed an arm around her waist to hold her steady before landing a stinging smack to her ass.
“Ouch! Daddy!” That was probably the hardest smack he’d given her since she’d been shot. She scowled at him. “What was that for?”
“Because you needed it.” He gently kissed her. “You need more than that. Soon as that shoulder is healed, you’re going over my knee every night for a month.”
“A month!”
“Yep. Amount of punishment you’re owed, it’s gonna take a whole month just to catch up.”
Oh, it would not. She wasn’t that naughty. Plus, she could see the way his eyes were dancing. See, he might not smile much, but she’d learned his tells. When he was close to a grin, the skin around his eyes would crinkle and his eyes would lighten with amusement.