Page 16 of Yule Love Me

He wants her. Now. And I’m trying to be a gentleman. Trying to prove that this is meant to be. I’m all in and I want this woman for the rest of my life. I just need to get her on board with it and the only thing I can think will work is just slow and steady. No sudden moves and no seducing the woman.

But my dick has not gotten the message. He’s been hard for weeks. It’s Christmas Eve and I’m dying here. My jeans are stretched so tight over my dick that it’s practically obscene which is why I’m wearing a tan sweater that I’ve never worn because it’s too long on me. But at least it covers my dick.

I knock again and nothing. I reach out and grasp the doorknob, tugging it open.

“Why the hell doesn’t she have the door locked?” I step over the threshold and groan when I hear water running. “The shower? She’s in the fucking shower. Oh my hell! I cannot take this shit!”

I hear a thud in the shower and a soft groan. I stand still and listen but I don’t hear anything else.

“Pet? Are you okay?”

Nothing. Not a damn thing. I slowly, cautiously cross the room and out into the hall heading for the shower. The water is still running and I keep walking. “Pet? Are you okay? Answer me!”

Nothing. What the hell is going on?

I find her bedroom and grimace. She still hasn’t had the door replaced since I crashed through it and I know that I need to make those arrangements too. After all, it was me who trashed it. Of course, I thought I was saving her.

But I still did it. Luckily, it looks like the frame is still solid so I should be able to just slip another door in there. Hopefully.

But there’s no sound still from the bathroom and I can’t stand it anymore. I walk over and turn the knob, stepping into the room filled with steam.

“Pet?”

“Jeremy?” A scrambling in the shower stall and then a scream and thud.

“Pet, what the hell?”

I run over and open the door only to find Pet lying on the shower floor groaning and rubbing at her ass. Her glorious fucking ass that is wet and glistening and so damn round and tempting that I can’t look away.

“Don’t look at me like this!”She screams and I whip the door shut, turning around. But that image is burned in my brain and my dick is so fucking hard that I shift and use my hand to try and move it, give myself some relief.

“Dammit, Pet! Let me help you! Are you hurt?” She gurgles behind me and I swear I hear a strangled sob that fucking kills me. “Baby, don’t cry.”

But then peals of laugher ring out behind me and I turn to find her leaning against the side of the glass just rolling with laughter, water dribbling down her cheeks like tears.

“What the hell, Pet? What is going on with you?”

“Don’t you get it? No, of course you don’t. I wanted to seduce you. I’ve been working on it all afternoon with Promise, who was only slightly helpful. And then I do this and I bruised my ass and there’s just no way to make this look sexy!”

She laughs again and then sighs. “I am completely useless at this. I cannot believe that I can’t even do this right. I mean, according to Promise, you love me, but I don’t know how or why. I mean, I’m a mess. I can’t even manage to seduce a guy who supposedly loves me and wants me.”

“Is that what you think?” I growl and then I open the damn door and lift her straight up into my arms, not giving one god-damned fuck that she’s soaking wet and I’m getting soaked. Her long legs wrap around my hips and she struggles in my arms.

“Jeremy, what are you doing?” She mutters.

“Showing you what you do to me just being in the same room. Hell, all you have to do is breathe and I’m harder than a fucking steel pipe. My dick probably has zipper teeth tattooed on it by now thanks to how many times I’ve been hard around you.”

“Then why haven’t you done anything about it?” She sighs in my ear and wriggles against me, all wet and warm and full of soft curves that my hands dig into and memorize.

“Because I am in love with you and I want forever. This isn’t a one-night thing for me. I am all in. So I wanted to be respectful of your feelings and your boundaries.”

“I don’t have boundaries where you’re concerned for some reason,” she mutters. “I can’t stop picturing you the way I did the night you broke that door in. I was dreaming about you and…well…you know.”

My mouth drops open. “You were fucking your hand while you thought about me?” My mind reels and I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder. But I am. I am so fucking hard I could pound nails with the fucker in my pants.

“I wanna see what you were doing? I want you to describe it all and I intend to do every damn thing to you that I did in that dream.”

I stalk out of the room and drop her onto the bed. “Show me,” I demand.

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