Page 20 of Mistletoe and Holly

That was all it took to make me fully hard again. “I’m all yours, sweetheart. Take what you need.”

Holly quickly climbed off of me and moved to straddle my hips, positioning me at her entrance and slowly sinking down, making me moan as she squeezed me in all the right places. I sat up and kissed her fiercely, groaning as I tasted my arousal on her. She started to rock over me, moaning into my mouth as she gripped my shoulders for leverage.

“This is my new favorite place in the whole world,” I murmured against her lips. “Deep inside you. The way your body feels against mine. The way you feel wrapped around me. The way you squeeze me in all the right places. Fucking heaven, baby.”

Her walls clenched tighter around me, making me groan and claim her lips again, and she picked up her pace, rolling her hips frantically as she chased her high.

“Oh. God. Shep.” Her words were shaky, almost a staccato, as her breath came in short gasps. “I’m. So. Close.”

Raising herself up, she slammed back down onto me, then repeated the motion, crying out as I bottomed out inside her. I moved my hands to her hips and guided her motions, lifting her up and down.

“Fuck yes,” she groaned, throwing her head back. “Shit, Shep, don’t stop. Just like that. I’m gonna come.”

“Open those gorgeous eyes, sweetheart,” I growled into her ear. “I want to look at you when you come for me.”

Holly’s eyes popped open, and her gaze fixed on mine as she started to grind herself against me and slipped her hand between us to rub her clit. And just like that, fireworks.

“Shep, fuck!” she cried as she clenched around me so hard I saw stars.

“Goddamn, Holly,” I growled as I unraveled with her.

She collapsed against me, panting like she’d just run a marathon, and I held her close as I kissed her shoulder.

“I love you so much,” I whispered against her skin. “And making love to you…fuck, baby, I don’t have words. It’s otherworldly. You’re so goddamn perfect.”

She let out a breathy chuckle. “So are you. I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to walk straight tomorrow, let alone take care of Mistletoe.”

“You know I’ll do whatever you need, sweetheart,” I said, kissing the side of her head. “But right now, let me take care ofyou. Let me up.”

Holly slowly moved off of my lap, letting out a small hiss as my cock slid out of her, and lay back against the pillows. I bent over and stole a kiss before getting up and walking into the ensuite bathroom to get a washcloth. And it was only then that I realized I’d been so wrapped up in her that I’d completely forgotten to use protection.

I used one washcloth to clean myself up, then wet a second one with warm water and headed back into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. Bending down to kiss her, I started to wash her thighs, then moved the cloth between her legs.

“Open for me, baby,” I said softly.

She obeyed, hissing as the cloth came into contact with her sensitive skin. I made quick work of wiping her clean, then tossed the washcloth into the laundry hamper in the corner of the room. Then I took a deep breath and put a hand on her face. Her eyes flitted to mine, and she must have seen the concern written on my face, because her brow furrowed.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I, um…I just realized I forgot protection. I’m so sorry, Holly,” I mumbled.

She blew out a long breath. “I trust you, Shep. And I have a birth control implant. They last four years, and I’ve only had it for…maybe two years and eight months? In any case, we’re covered for a while. I’m sorry, I should have said something. But I wasn’t exactly thinking about that, either. There were way more pressing matters to attend to.”

Now it was my turn to sigh in relief. “Thank fuck. Not that I don’t want kids with you, because there’s nothing I’d love more, but Harper’s going to have a big enough adjustment to make without adding a baby into the mix right now.”

Not that I thought she’d have that much trouble adjusting. Between her trying to talk to me about my feelings for Holly last week and then the conversation I’d heard the two of them having this afternoon, I wasn’t entirely convinced we didn’t have an eight-year-old matchmaker on our hands. Still, it was one thing to want her mom and I together in a hypothetical sense. It was another to have it actually happen, especially this fast.

She grinned and sat up to kiss me. “Now that we’ve cleared that up, come back to bed. You’re way too far away for my liking.”

Chuckling, I crawled into bed with her, tugging the comforter over us as I pulled her against me, her back to my front. “Better?”

“Much,” she sighed happily, grabbing one of my hands and bringing it up for a kiss. “I could get used to going to sleep like this.”

“Me too,” I murmured, kissing her collarbone.

In fact, I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to sleep alone ever again after tonight. But as fast as this was happening, that was a littletoofast, especially with Harper in the equation. So I decided to change the subject.

“So, I’m pretty sure you owe the swear jar at least fifty bucks with all the times you’ve said ‘fuck’ in the past hour,” I teased.

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