Page 19 of Under the Mistletoe

“It is, but I don’t want you to do it if you aren’t ready.”

I pulled away and raised myself up onto my elbow, looking down at him, studying him to see if I could tell how he felt or what was on his mind. He rolled over and placed one hand behind his head and looked up at me.

“I don’t want you to go if you are still wanting me to be with someone younger. I’ll talk to them whenever you want, but I need to know that it’s because you want to be with me.”

“Noelle, I want to,” he said, brushing some loose strands of hair behind my ear. “I just want you to understand your father is my best friend and has been for years. I want to make sure he knows how I feel about you, that I love you, and not that I’m after a much younger piece of ass.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I’m glad to know I’m not just a piece of ass.” I winked, sinking back down under the sheets and curling up beside Bentley.

He wrapped his arms around me, rolled me over onto my back, and pressed his lips to mine.

“Not a fucking chance,” he said, grabbing my ass and squeezing as he kissed me hard.

I could feel him growing against my leg and spread mine to make room for him between them. I never wanted to leave the bubble we’d created, and right now I wanted to stay in it for as long as possible, wrapped in one another.

“How about we go next week?” I murmured, not wanting to ruin Christmas for anyone.

“Whatever you want,” he mumbled, this time kissing his way down the side of my neck.

I closed my eyes as Bentley sucked my right nipple into his mouth. My cell phone range, the shrill sound echoingthroughout his small place, causing me to jump. I glanced over at the table beside the bed where it lay and let out a sigh. I just wanted a little longer.

“One second,” I whispered as Bentley looked up and smiled.

I grabbed my cell off the table and saw it was my parents.

“Who is it?” he questioned, kissing my stomach.

“My parents,” I said, swallowing hard, worry filling me.

“Go ahead,” he said, watching as I answered.

“Hello?” I closed my eyes as Bently continued lightly kissing my stomach.

I listened as my father’s voice came over the phone and swallowed hard when he spoke of some sort of emergency and that I needed to get home immediately. Before I could respond, he was gone. The line had gone dead.

I met Bentley’s eyes, certain the colour had drained from my face as I looked at him.

“What is it?” he questioned.

“There is some sort of emergency. Dad didn’t elaborate, just said I needed to get home immediately,” I answered, climbing out of bed, while I began looking for the clothes I’d worn here.

“I’m coming,” he said, joining me, only grabbing clean things from one of his drawers.

“There isn’t any need for you to come with me,” I argued, slipping my panties on, followed by my skirt, while grabbing my bra from the lampshade beside the couch.

Bentley turned from where he looked out the window. “I don’t want you to drive in the weather. Plus, you look like you could be sick. We’ll go together. Go get washed up.”

Twelve

Bentley

Christmas Eve

I made us each coffee before making my way down to start the car. After letting it warm, we both hopped in and made our way through the city. Noelle was on edge. I did my best to comfort her, letting her know I was there for whatever we were about to face emergency wise and to remain calm. She gripped my hand as we rounded the corner and began driving down her street.

Once her house came into view, she seemed to relax, as did I. There was no sign of police, fire trucks, or ambulances, so I knew it couldn’t be anything major. I frowned as I slowly pulled up to the house, wondering what the emergency could be.

“This is odd,” Noelle muttered.

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