Page 14 of Mistletoe Mischief

She gasped as he ran the lightest of touches over the spot again. “No,” she gasped, voice high. “I’m sorry, Roger. I won’t do it again. That was a bad move on my part.”

“Mm,” he murmured. Then he shifted and his lower hips flexed into her.

Cass gasped for a completely different reason. She had a startling flashback of that hard length moving inside her last night, and a frisson of need sliced through her. Her hips shifted on the mattress.

Roger stilled above her. “Damn woman. One little move and you’ve got me rock hard. It’s this perfect damn ass, pushing up into me. You know I’m going to have to fuck you like this, soon.”

“Why not now?” she asked, doing a little circular grind.

“Because I only had one condom with me, damn it. And we used it last night.”

“There’s a strip of condoms in the top drawer of the dresser behind you,” she whispered.

Roger froze for a moment, and she almost thought she could feel the pulse tighten his dick even further, before he pushed off of her. She heard him yank open the drawer and go rifling through her panties, then the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper being ripped open. She glanced over her shoulder and had to draw in a breath.

Roger Stottsberry had the nicest dick she’d ever seen. Last night he’d been kind of hidden, but this morning he stood proudly before her, ready. He glanced at her lying on the bed and something flared in his eyes before he moved behind her. Cass felt him grip the sides of her sleep pants and drag them down and off her feet. Then his strong hands spanned over her ass cheeks, measuring, feeling, spreading. A finger wedged between her thighs, then delved into her heat. Cass arched as he found her slickness and he began to tease her. Burying her face into the comforter, she clutched the fabric in her fists as her hips began to move. She spread her thighs so that he could reach her more easily.

It was incredible, the way he touched her. Not too light, not too fast. He’d been with enough women to know what brought them pleasure. And though she hadn’t been looking for sex five minutes ago, he brought it to her hard. She moaned as the first hard clutch of orgasm shuddered through her, stealing her breath, arching her up off the bed. And just as she was regaining her equilibrium, he propped her hips up a couple of inches and slid into her.

This position felt very different than missionary, and they both cried out as Roger settled into a deep, hard, gliding rhythm, driving toward release. There was no hesitation this time, just a demanding need for pleasure. He made sure that she was taken care of, though, too. Kissing her on the back of the neck, squeezing her hips and her breasts. But it was his words that did her in. Roger told her how perfect she was, and what a blessing it was that he had met her, and that he never wanted to let her go.

That was the one that pushed her over the edge, screaming out to the room in time with his thrusts. Her pleasure was a wild thing, trying to buck him off. And as he found his own release, the wildness consumed him as well. He gasped her name into the room, his weight collapsing on top of her.

Cass didn’t say anything, just turned her head to the side so that she could breathe. Aftershocks rippled through her, and she could feel how wet she was. That was new. Roger had gotten herreallyexcited, she thought with a chuckle.

“I just took a shower, damn it,” Cassandra groused as she lay beside him, trying to catch her breath.

Roger chuckled. “I’m sorry, baby. Well, no, I’m not.”

Laughing deep in his throat he rolled away from her light pinch, then turned back to look at her. Her hair was crazy and her skin make-up free, but he seemed to drink her up with his eyes. She still wore the silly wiener dog T-shirt, but no pants or undies. He’d kind of ripped those off of her.

“It’s your fault anyway.” He waved at her shirt. “Obviously, you were thinking of my dick when you got up.”

She looked down at her breasts, and the grinning dog, then howled with laughter. Roger laughed with her, and she loved that he teased her like this. As soon as they were done making love, some tension had crept between them, but they weren’t going to let it take hold.

He gave her a smack on her bare ass. “Get cleaned up and let’s get out of here. I’m hungry.”

Chapter 5

It was only later, driving through the snow-laden streets, that they remembered that it was Christmas Day. They drove, carefully, through the streets, looking for a restaurant or grocery store but nothing was open other than a few gas stations.

“Well,” Roger said finally. “Eventually the movie theaters will open, right? There are new releases today. We just have to wait until then.”

Cass snorted and shrugged. “Sure. I don’t have anywhere to be.”

So, they drove through the snowy morning and just talked. Cass told him about growing up on the streets in Denver, her mother perpetually addicted to something. When she’d finally overdosed for the last time, leaving them alone, it had been a blessing in disguise, because it had gotten them off the street for good. The orphanage they’d been sent to hadn’t been luxurious by any means, but to two young children who had never known a bed or clean clothing, it had been a wonder. The staff had tried to keep Andre and her together, and it had worked for the most part. They’d stayed there for several years until Cass had been old enough to get out on her own.

It had been a tough few years, but she’d done the best she could with what they’d had.

“You’re amazing,” Roger told her, glancing at her from the driver’s seat. “Not everyone would have stepped up like that. You did a remarkable thing, petitioning the state to take in your brother like that. I can only imagine how hard it was.”

Tears suddenly obscured her vision and she had to turn to look out the window. She had worked her ass off, going to school and working and taking care of Andre, making sure he was doing everything he was supposed to be doing. But had anyone recognized that? No. They’d only bitched when she’d screwed something up.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I learned a huge amount in those few years Andre and I lived together. We both did. And we both knew what wedidn’twant, that’s why he entered the military.”

She glanced at him. “Even when he was a little bugger, he wanted to be an Army man. So, that’s what I pushed him to do. He graduated high school and enlisted the same week. He left for basic within a few months. It was a couple of years but it seems like just a little while later he was deployed to Afghanistan and they were contacting me to let me know there’d been an ‘unfortunate accident’.”

Roger reached over and she was amazed at the amount of comfort she could feel radiating through his prosthetic hand.

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