Page 18 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

Throwing her head back in laughter once more, his hand is already there to catch her before she falls. Leaning into him, she peers up at him through her thick black lashes, giving himfuck mefaces, which I’m sure she doesn’t even realize she’s doing. It’s obvious she doesn’t know the power she holds over us.

“Well, hey there, big guy. What’re you doing all the way over here?”

“Saving your cute butt is what I’m doing.” Lifting her into his lap, she squeaks but goes willingly this time. Although she’s swaying and slurring, she’s not all that drunk. Just pleasantly buzzing. Clearly, the alcohol has relaxed her enough to be somewhat calmer in our presence.

Although she’s never shown outright fear around us, you could tell that she’s reserved and somewhat guarded in our presence. Deep down, her heart loves the flirtation and interactions she has with us. Yet, on a primal level, she also knows that there are predators in the room. And up until now, that instinct has overwhelmed her, forcing her to act in self-preservation.

Not anymore.

With the assistance of lady luck and a healthy dose of the red nectar of life, she’s slowly opening up. The fact thatshe leans into Atlas’ touch, not once flinching away as he uncharacteristically flicks her nose, is proof enough.

“Oh, Rudolph’s butt!” She gasps, throwing herself off Atlas and towards the warming drawer in the oven. “The guys haven’t eaten yet! We need to feed them.” Bundling the warm plates out of the oven–nearly dropping them more than once in her tipsy haste–she beelines for the stairs, only to be cut off by Atlas.

“I’ll take them,” he grunts, gritting his teeth as he removes them from her grip and tries not to show her his anger.

“No, you won’t,” I state plainly. He fixes me with a murderous glare. “Key will see to them.”

Our staredown is broken when Grace makes a sound, immediately capturing our attention. But her attention is fixed on the biscuit and hot chocolate tray she’d prepared before we even arrived, and from the sheer devastation on her face alone, I can say without a doubt that she’s reminded of everything that she’s been through today.

“I can’t believe he did that to me.” Her sweet, angelic features are broken, a deep sadness reflected in her glassy gaze, and my chest aches in reflection of her pain.

Glancing at Key, I nod, giving him permission to lay into the fucker who hurt her. Sure, he can do a decent amount of harm, but I know Key won’t get lost in the rage like Atlas would.

Completely forgetting about everything else, Atlas doesn’t even acknowledge Key when he takes the plates of food from him. His sole focus is on the tiny bundle of joy that he wraps up in his ginormous frame. Barely an inch of her can be seen as she buries her face in his chest as his arms wrap protectively around her.

Key disappears, and I take that as my cue to grab a couple of bottles of Irish cream and silently command Atlas to follow me. Picking her up bridal style, he keeps her secured to his chest to offer comfort as we navigate to the back of the cabin.

Stepping into the hot tub room, the bellowing air of the heated water hits us smack in the face. Lifting her face from Atlas’ chest, Grace looks around, confused.

Placing the alcohol on the stone floor at the lip of the tub, I step in front of them and take her cheeks in my palms, smiling gently at her.

“You don’t have to get undressed if you don’t want to. We just wanted to bring you here to relax and forget about today.”

Her lower lip trembles, and she bites at it as if trying to stop herself from crying. Pulling it free, my gaze snags on the poor, abused section of her lip. Licking my own in response, my dick throbs when I see her chest rising and falling heavily. Her heated eyes fixated on my lips. I grin.

“What will it be, Little One? On or off?”

Her eyes widen at the ultimatum and I can tell she’s fighting herself for a decision. Giving her some time, I head back over to the Irish cream and realize I didn’t bring any glasses with me.

“I’ve got you,” Key’s voice says over my shoulder. Strolling into the room bare-chested, I take the glasses off him with a muttered thank you, before pouring us all a generous amount.

When I turn back to address Grace again, I get the vision of a lifetime. While Key and I were distracted, she must have given Atlas permission to remove part of her sleep set. Currently standing in only a skimpy cookie-covered top and a red thong with mistletoe as a bow on the front, her long, lean legs are on full display. Her pert ass is pushed up against Atlas as he caresses her body with sweet strokes and starts to nibble on her neck.

Key leans against the wall next to me, palming his erection. “I could get used to this sight.”

I completely agree.

Downing my drink to try and distract myself, I watch as Atlas whispers in Grace’s ear and by the looks of it, garners permissionto remove the rest of her clothes. Slowly lifting her top up, her breath hitches, and her eyes lock onto mine. Full of fire and heat, she stares me down, only a slight twinge of conflict and unease seeping into her gaze.

With her sweet heart and caring personality, it’s not hard to guess at what she’s thinking right now. Despite her bastard of an ex and everything he’s done to her, she’s still struggling with everything he put her through.

She thinks she needs to be loyal. That it’s too soon for her to move on. She likes what she sees, but she’s more cautious now. She hasn’t even known us for more than twelve hours yet. How could she let us into her home and give herself over to us? Mind, body, and soul. Surely that’s too soon?

Taking another swig of the Irish cream, I place the glasses down. Striding over, with each measured step I take, her chest stutters. Her now exposed breasts heave with each breath. Her nipples puckering and her thighs clenching as Atlas continues his gentle perusal of her creamy skin.

Grasping her chin in my grip, I run the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip and tilt her head up towards me. Slowly leaning in, I give her plenty of time to pull away. Remaining steadfast under my gaze, she allows me to slide my thumb into her mouth, her jaw automatically falling open in submission.

Keeping eye contact with her, I remove my thumb and replace it with my mouth. Her eyes shoot open in surprise when the Irish cream flows from my mouth to hers. My cock throbs at having her at my mercy. Licking the inside of her mouth with slow laves, a sweet moan leaves her lips and her eyes roll in her head as Atlas’ hands begin to roam further.

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