Page 15 of Just in January

But I can’t. Not when he feels this good, when his cock is thisthick.

So, even though his breathing evens out, I squirm slightly on him until his palm spanks me lightly under the blankets. “Ah, ah. Behave.”

The veins in his dick throb inside me as he pants heavy breaths that make my hair wave across my cheek. Moving my hips back and forth, I get some relief in the ache that fills me deep inside. Whimpering, I undulate forward slightly as his palm plants on my lower abdomen.

“Does my little girl need to come?”

I almost don’t recognize my voice. It’s so desperate and needy. “Yes, daddy.”

One of his legs moves, which makes his length surge deeper inside as I gasp. “Hmm, I made this pussy so dirty, it needs a cock all the time, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, please.”

“Use it, snowflake. Get yourself off, and I’ll put more come in you.”

Freeing my restrained movements, I hula on him, trying to get my fill. As I near the explosion of ecstasy, his hand slides lower until the pad of his finger finds my clit. That’s all it takes for me to unleash, but he goes with me. A rough growl lunges from his chest, the vibrations reverberating from my back.

With his cum and swelled cock inside me, I feel more stretched than earlier today. Somehow, the sensation is exactly what I want.

“Now, settle down and go to sleep. I’m not leaving my pussy.”

Placing my palms together, I tuck them under my cheek as he snuggles closer to me until I dream of snowflakes and cocoa under mistletoe with the man I’m going to marry.

Eight

JUSTIN

This is definitely not my scene. January told me that I could hide upstairs and she’d take care of everything, but I felt the need to be there. It does have my name attached to it: Grant’s Ice Inn Grand Reopening.

My cheeks ache from how many fake smiles I have supplied today. It’s been a great relief to have Carson Cash here, only because he brought some helpers to serve and wait on people. Only downfall of his attendance is that he keeps following me around and asking annoying questions.

“So, how much, then?” Shoving a double of oak barrel whiskey in my hand, he smiles with a shine in his eye.

“Told you. Not for sale. It will remain with the Grants from now until forever.” Like a moth to a flame, my eyes are drawn to the beautiful creature across the room from me. I take in her red dress and lipstick, but mainly her belly… wondering if it’s already filled with my child. She gives me a wink and continuesto mingle with guests, showcasing the rooms and features of each.

“You can see, I’ll provide all the services you need. You can keep the name and all of that?—”

“Carson? You can’t control me. You aren’t quarterback anymore.”

His mouth snaps shut. But it crawls into a sly grin as he places his hand on my shoulder. “Fine, fine. But if you change your mind…”

“If I change my mind, you’ll be one of the last people I call.” Yeah, I was his center when we played together at Crystal Frond High School just down the road. Took state our sophomore year. He got a bad shoulder injury and never went on after that.

Fortunately, his wife pulls him away, and I turn to grab some shrimp cocktail from the buffet. Heat lights up my skin as someone throws daggers at my back. When I turn around, a guy about my age, looking irate, stands in front of me with a woman hovering near his side.

“So, you’re the man that’s kept my daughter away from home.”

“Uh… Are you January’s father?”

His arms cross, and his fists curl up like he wants to hit me, but he’s so small, he stands a good foot beneath me. “Yes. Yes, I am. We didn’t know she was staying here for amonth. The plan was for her to visit for a wedding and return home. She told us the roads were blocked. Is that even true?”

“Yes, Dad, they were! I told you.” Her tiny arm snakes around my back, and I freeze, not exactly sure what I should do. “Dad, this is Justin Grant, the owner of this place… and my boyfriend.”

My eyes widen at her forwardness, especially when her parents’ jaws drop as they take a second look at me. Her dad’s cheeks flame red, and her mother’s knuckles turn white as they grasp his bicep tighter. “January, Iknewthis would be anissue. Get in the car,now. This-thismanis too old to be your boyfriend. What are you, forty-five? My age?”

Swallowing, I use my free hand to stroke my beard. January’s big blue eyes glance up at me, waiting for me to respond. But I can’t speak.

“Justin?” she asks in a tiny voice, as if she wants me to talk with her father. Maybe ask his permission? But he’s right. This is awkward and weird. Now that Iseethem here, the reality of our age difference hits me in the face.

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