Page 32 of Mistletoe and Mischief

We all look at him, confused.

Landon points to the floor. “Get on your knees and eat her pussy.”

Nervousness flashes over Trent’s expression as he takes a step back. I might be the only one to see it. I know him so well, even after all this time. “If he doesn’t want to, it’s fine.”

Landon reaches for my panties and rips one side, then the other, before sliding them out from under me.

“Enough with the panty ripping.” I fail at being serious.

Landon continues, “Trust me, he needs to taste your pussy. It’ll make him blow his load. He’ll be ready again in five seconds. Then he’ll stand a chance to last longer.” He shrugs. “How else are we going to find out if you can brew a cup of coffee while being fucked?”

“You’re really doubling down on this test.”

Landon motions for Trent to step forward, then wraps my ruined panties around his own cock.

My head falls back as Trent’s tongue flicks my clit and laps eagerly at my juices. His hands dig into my thighs. If he keeps this up, I’ll be screaming in no time. My core tightens. My fingers tangle in his hair but I have to untangle one hand and brace myself on it. My hips buck against his mouth.

“Fuuuuck!” Trent’s voice rips through me. One of his hands flies away from my thigh.

He’s climaxing. I’m shocked at how fast he came. His licking falters. Hot breaths burn into me as his body shakes. That’s all it takes—knowing that he’ll give us a chance. I’m right there with him.

I surrender to him, falling apart with the man who’d waited for me. And thank goodness he did. I’ve never come so fast or so hard.

“Now he can order a coffee.” Landon’s voice reminds me they’re here. “Although, I suppose we need cleanup on aisle one before someone slips and gets hurt.”

Trent rises, ignores everyone else, and embraces me. We just exist. It feels like we’re making up for lost time, and I sense that we’re going to be okay in the future.

He moves his lips to my ear. “I love you, Jasmine. Please trust me when I say that we can work through anything. That’s what love is.”

I can’t meet his endearment with my own. I’m not there yet. But I can at least hear his words. I tighten my grip around his waist. “I get that now.”

The other guys scramble to declare their love. I would have expected this to feel like too much, too soon, but my life has never felt so complete.

Trent asks, “Are you ready?”

“To make you a coffee?” I lean back and wink at him. “Sure.”

He helps me to the ground where I dutifully grind the coffee. I’ve done it countless times, but not with his tip pushing against my entrance. The whirring has stopped but I can’t move. I crave making love to Trent in a way that’s far deeper than what I experienced with the other three. They were a wild romp at an auction, that fate had a weird way of making work out.

But Trent and I share so much.

“I love you, Sunshine.”

Tears well in my eyes. My heart is full. He uses the nickname he gave me years ago. Our circle is complete. No grudges. No more pain. Just us. And a few onlookers pretending to be eager customers.

“I love you—”

My words are cut off by Trent sliding inside of me, stretching me, making me whole.

“The service sure is slow around here,” Landon jokes.

Trent groans as he pumps in and out of me. I rock back and forth maximizing the thrusts, making sure he doesn’t think he needs to take it easy for my sake.

I’m so full of his cock, all I can do is grip the counter.

“Maybe she needs help,” the faint hint of a voice says as Trent’s cock swells inside of me.

Warmth of hands and mouths on my nipples and… everywhere. I can’t think anymore. A whirlwind of bliss swirls up from my core, tossing everything out of its path—every worry, every concern, every fear—all I know is love.

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