Page 33 of A Little Merry

“Is that a promise?” I asked, falling deep into his gorgeous eyes.

“Oh, yeah.” He spun me around and guided me to bend over, resting on his table, while he painted my back with his big, strong hands and took me from behind, drilling me so deep and so hard, I couldn’t help but scream out my release right along with his.

“I love you, Merry,” he yelled out. “Did you fucking hear me? I’m fucking in love with you!”

“I love… you… too,” I told him as I tried to catch my illusive breath afterwards. “Truly… love you!”

Day one of the eight-day countdown.

On day two, Noelle took Billy Ray on a sleighride, courtesy of one of Connor’s friends, and introduced him to the stable owner who just happened to work with veterans suffering from PTSD through horse therapy. It did wonders for these wrecked ex-soldiers, so Billy Ray signed up.

Yes, it meant he would remain in Cricket for a while, but it also meant that I just might have played Cupid on this one. Billy Ray might truly find a pathway out of his mental anguish without having to depend on drugs.

On day three, Connor and the guys moved Billy Ray into a studio apartment, and he landed a job at the stables to get more familiar with the horses.

On day four, Connor and I shared another bottle of wine in my living room, and I sent a group text to Ethan, Lucas, Noelle, and even Billy Ray to invite them all to my apartment on Christmas Eve. Everyone said yes, except for Lucas, who gave me a definite maybe.

“You’ll be coming over for dinner and presents on Christmas Eve, right?” I asked Connor once I hit send.

“Yes, but I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, as he poured us round number two. “You’ve already taken over my coffee shop with that tree and all your decorations. Then there’s all the Christmas cookies you ordered for my display case.”

“I thought we were having fun,” I shot back as I cuddled next to him, enjoying the lights on the tree and the warmth of his hard body.

“Way too much fun,” he said. “You’re still married.”

“Not for long. I filed the annulment paperwork, remember?”

“But you didn’t tell us about the marriage.”

I looked up at Connor. “I know, and I’m truly sorry. There’s really no excuse. I was wrong, and I hope you can find some way to forgive me.”

“Hmm, I may have to spank you for it,” he said, with a lilt to his voice. “On your bare, sweet ass.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Only if you resist.”

“And will that be enough for you to love me again?”

He grinned. “It might be. Depends on how well you take your punishment.”

I stood and stripped out of everything below my waist, then lay across his lap, getting ready for my punishment, but all he did was kneed my ass and give me a few minor slaps.

“You can slap me harder,” I told him, and when he did, I moaned with delight.

“Turn over,” he whispered. “This is too much fun for you. I need a little fun as well.”

I did as I was told, and he proceeded to run his fingers between my legs, slipping his long index finger deep inside me, then he grabbed one of my legs and rested it on his chest, so I was completely exposed to him. He pumped me with two fingers, then three, and rubbed my clit, bringing me to the edge, then stopping, to get my full attention.

“Not yet, babe. Wait. Not yet.” Then he blew on my pussy, sending heat through my body, and he started all over again. Slapping me right on my clit a few times… not hard… just enough to make me crazy. Then he’d stop, wait, and do it allover again, until when I finally came, I yelled so loud, I almost couldn’t hear him.

“I love you, Merry. Did you hear me? I absolutely adore you!”

He spent the night, and sleep came in fits and spurts between bouts of heavy, sinful sex. Declaring our love for each other got easier and easier as we both came again and again. I lost track after our fourth bout that happened in my kitchen when he took me while I sat on the edge of a counter.

On day five, Noelle and Billy Ray went on their first real date toFood Therapyand afterwards, they kissed—a real honest-to-goodness kiss.

“It’s the first kiss I’ve ever experienced,” she said as we shared a pot of hot cocoa at my table. “I’ve been doing this for decades but never kissed anyone before. It’s amazing. No wonder why you humans love it so much.”

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