Page 46 of Merry with Me

She surprises me when she straddles my lap instead, resting her hands on my shoulders. “Now you can kiss me, Dr. Thompson.”

“Oliver. I don’t want to be Dr. Thompson with you. I just want to be me. Me and you.”

“Kiss me, Ollie.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I cup her cheeks in my palms and guide her lips to mine. Fucking finally, after countless nights thinking of this very thing, it’s happening. I can’t give her the future she deserves, but I can give her pleasure. I’ve been out of the game, but with this woman in my lap, grinding on my cock as I nip at her bottom lip before sliding my tongue against hers, I know it’s just like riding a bike. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on or this hard just from a simple kiss. Sure, her pussyis riding over my cock as she rocks her hips, but I should still be able to control myself.

My cock has other plans.

I kiss her like my life depends on it, as if letting her come up for air would be the end for both of us, and Blakely, she meets me stroke for stroke, riding a wave of pleasure on my lap.

“Oliver,” she pants.

“Yes, beautiful?”

“I need—” Her voice cuts out as I nip at her bottom lip.

“What you need is to come. Don’t fight it.” I move my hands to her hips and guide her to rock over my covered cock. I could explode any moment, and I’m telling myself it’s because it’s been four long, lonely years for my cock, but I know the truth.

It’s her.

It’s Blakely.

Her chest rises and falls quickly. Her eyes are closed, and her face is flushed. I can’t wait to find out if that blush covers the other parts of her skin.

“Ol!” she screams before biting down on her bottom lip to hold in the rest as her body shakes with her release.

I want to scold her for not allowing herself to scream my name, but we’ll get there. This is the first time I’ve truly gotten to touch her, and already I’m a greedy bastard where she’s concerned. I want… everything.

It’s a scary thought, one that I push to the back of my mind and lock away in a box. It’s the heat of the moment. Of course, I want to hear my name from her soft, plump lips. I want to grip her hair in my fist as her ass bounces off my thighs and I’m balls deep inside her. I want so many things. That’s what I meant by everything.

“Give me a few, and I’ll return the favor,” she says, leaning on my chest, her head resting on my shoulder.

I rub my hands up and down her back. “This isn’t tit for tat, Blake.”

“It’s not fair, though.”

“We do what feels right in the moment. That’s how this is going to work. I wanted to see you riding my cock, even through my sweats. Trust me, baby, I got what I wanted.” I hold her a few more minutes until she sits up and climbs off my lap.

“I need a shower.” She wrinkles her nose.

“You can use mine.”

“I don’t have any clothes.”

“You can wear mine.” I place my hand on her thigh. I need to stay connected to her.

“I can’t go home in your clothes. Besides, there’s a Tree Lighting in town tonight. Isla and I are going. My family will all be there too. You should come. You can see the small-town side of Willow River. It’s a good time. I promise.”

“You said your family will be there?”

She smiles. “Don’t worry. They’re great. Besides, you’ve already met my mom.”

“I don’t know if that’s such a great idea, bringing family into this.” I stop there, because I don’t need to explain further.

“No, you’re right. Well, I already made plans, so I need to get going.”

“When can I see you again?” The words sound desperate even to my own ears, but just like everything else, I ignore it.

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