Page 25 of A Little Merry

I thought he was overly optimistic about this little Christmas spitfire.

What did I know?

Obviously, I still couldn’t read women and never would.

Ethan had assured both of us that it was fine with him. Whatever Merry wanted, he’d go along with. She wanted me because I was willing to take this as far as she’d let me. Her lips were the absolute bomb. Kissing her stirred up way too many dirty thoughts that I couldn’t seem to control. The woman was pure fire. There wasn’t the slightest bit of hesitation on her part, and hesitation certainly wouldn’t be coming from me. I was all in… so to speak.

Once we moved over to the comfort of the sofa, I had to tell myself about a hundred times to take this slow. I hadn’t had sex in a long time, and to be sharing this moment with a Christmas-obsessed woman didn’t even seem possible.

The music, the low lights, and being surrounded by all the decorations only enhanced my feelings for her. How that was even possible had to be some kind of Christmas trick.

“You’re like a human gift that I get to unwrap. Are you sure you want to do this? What I mean is, well, Ethan told me that you two shared something truly magical. You’re the reason why he’s out there right now, showing his more colorful work instead of his dark, bleak paintings.”

“I think… wait… Iknowhe’d be happy for us. He loves you, just like you love him. No jealousy, only a strong bond.”

I needed to hear it from her as well as Ethan. Cheating on any level wasn’t something I wanted to get involved in.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” I said while I cupped her chin, and I meant it. I didn’t deserve her… none of us did. Miss Merry Christmas was some kind of angel, and we were all wicked devils when it came right down to it. Okay, maybe not in the evil sense, but in the greedy for sex way. I wanted her all to myself, but yeah, I could share… just not right now.

“You haven’t met anyone like me because I’m one of a kind… just like you are… and Ethan… and Lucas, who I need to bring into this circle. I can tell he’s hurting.”

I didn’t know exactly what she meant with “bring into this circle,” but if it was any kind of group sex thing, I was all for it. Way too fucking hot to even imagine.

“Lucas is a kitten under all that swagger.”

“Good to know, but let’s concentrate on us and what we need.”

She sat next to me now, her lips swollen from my kiss. I brushed them with my thumb, and she sucked my thumb into her mouth for a moment, sending heat right down to my already hard-as-a-rock dick.

“So, tell me, Merry Everleigh,what do you need?”

“I’d like it if you really kissed me, like you mean it this time.”

“I meant it last time,” I told her, lying a bit to protect myself. How she knew I was holding back was beyond me.

“You’re guarding your emotions. Making sure you don’t fall too fast or too hard. You’re still guarding your heart.”

“Can you blame me? We hardly know each other.”

How this woman could read my soul was a mystery.

“Okay. I get that, but you asked me what do I need, and I need you to relax into this moment and go where it takes you. No limits… just an open book that we’ll write as we go along.”

I couldn’t lie when she was so open. So authentic. “I’m not sure I can do that.”

“First, just admit that you like me, despite my Christmas cheer. That you were attracted to me from the moment we first met, and you’re enjoying all this Christmas shit, as you like to call it.” She swept her hand around, reminding me of the decorated room.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Fine, I was attracted to you from the start, and all this Christmas sh… stuff… is growing on me.”

We kissed again, only this time, I couldn’t help but slide my hand over her cheek and feel her skin on that lovely long neck of hers.

When we pulled apart, she said, “See, that wasn’t so hard.”

I could only grin knowing I was so fucking hard, that if I didn’t get out of these jeans soon, I’d cream ‘em.

“You have no idea,” I told her, then we slid down on the sofa, as I ran kisses down her neck and my hand over her firm, round breasts, I knew it was hopeless for me to try to fight my emotions.

She helped me get out of my shirt and jeans and loved on my dick as soon as it sprang free. Her mouth felt so fucking good on my dick, that by the time I looked down at her pumping me, I was already down her throat.

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