Page 8 of Mistletoe Magic

“I don’t know about you, but all of my traveling and this fun in the hospital has made me hungry. Can I take you for lunch or dinner? I don’t even know what time it is.” I pull out my phone, and it’s almost five o’clock. I should probably let my brothers know I’m okay. Dad knows where I am.

King brothers Group Chat: ME:Hey I won’t make it to the hotel for a while. Go to dinner without me. I’ll explain later.

“I can’t drive right now, so I’m going where you drive. What are you hungry for?”

“Steak.”

“I know the best steak house. Their t-bones are so melt-in-your-mouth-you’d-give-up-sex-to-have-one good.” Ava licks her lips, and without hesitation, I lean into her and kiss her wet lips. I don’t know what came over me, but I’m glad I did it because she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling her closer to her. Her tongue parts my lips, slipping in as we both deepen the kiss. I don’t know who moans first, but I pull her out of the wheelchair she’s sitting in and place her on my lap, grabbing fistfuls of her red hair in my hands.

The tightening of my jeans solidifies the need I have for this woman. She’s the firecracker I’ve been missing in my life, and especially in my bed. She’s matching me with arousal as she grinds against my hardening cock. Ava breaks apart first, breathing heavily. She looks at me with those emerald eyes now a darker shade, almost like a forest.

“My house or your hotel?” she asks as her plump chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing.

“Which is closer?” I smile.

“My house.” I kiss her quickly before putting her back in the wheelchair. I stand, adjusting myself in my jeans. “I thought you were hungry for steak?” She smirks again.

“We’ll order in. I’m hungry for a red-headed goddess instead of steak. I don’t feel like sharing you with anyone.”

“So possessive,” she teases.

“Oh, you have no idea.” I lean down close to her ear and whisper, “That body of yours is mine, and I plan on worshipping it like Santa worships a cookie on Christmas Eve.” Ava shivers at my words. Doc walks by, and we hurry by him. We don’t have time to stand here to chat— we have plans.

After getting her settled into the car, we spend a few more minutes kissing. “I don’t want you to take me in this car, but I don’t know if I can wait until we get to my place.” Ava runs her hand down my chest and rests it on my cock. I groan. It’s straining to come out of my jeans.

“Ava, baby, please be kind. I don’t know the streets to let you distract me enough to let you do what I hope you have on your mind.”

“You mean you don’t want me to free your cock and play with it? I want to get acquainted with him before he’s pounding my insides.” I cough as she pinches the base of my cock through my jeans. “But I can behave.” She removes her hand, and I turn my head to look at her, shaking it. She’s staring at me with those beautiful eyes.

“Where am I going?” She enters her address into the GPS. I need to add this to my phone, as I’m sure I’ll be here a lot over the next two weeks. Her phone rings, and Bitchzilla comes up on the screen.

“Answer it.” She rolls her eyes. “What the fuck do you want now?”

“I saw you leaving the hospital with a man. Who was it?”

“I’m fine, thank you for asking, and none of your fucking business.” She winks at me as I drive through Orlando.

“Are you bringing him to my wedding?” She sounds offended. I don’t understand this chick. Now I know why she’s called Bitchzilla.

“I’m not coming to your wedding. Why can’t you understand that? I’ve said no numerous times. So back the fuck off.”

“Are you on your period? Is that why you’re such a bitch?” Oh, I’m pissed now. I’m going to have some fun.

“Babe, get off the phone, so I can fucking worship your body again. Get your ass back in bed.”

“Coming, dear,” Ava yells. “As you can tell, I need to go. This man’s sexual appetite for me is never-ending. So, if you don’t mind, I’m going to have to go.” I click the end call. We wait for the call to get off the screen, and we burst out laughing. “To see her face would be amazing. Pull into the garage. My parking spot is on the second level. My apartment number is number six.”

I do as I’m told. We walk hand-in-hand into the elevator after we leave the car. Once the doors close, I push Ava against the wall, my hands around her body and under her t-shirt. She removes my shirt from my jeans, and her nails scrape against my spine, which almost makes me come in my pants— I’m so on edge.

CanI stop this elevator and take her now?

Ava

My nerves areon high alert, and if anyone was to blow on my pussy, I’d probably come. This man is driving me crazy. The way he’s taken care of me since finding me bleeding on the ice and just now with my sister. He has got to be Prince Charming because no one has ever been so gentle with me.

To think back on my relationship with Matthew, he did none of that. I’m not comparing the two as Hunter has his tongue running up and down my neck as we ride the elevator up and down twice before finally getting off it to go into my apartment.

I have trouble unlocking the door as Hunter undoes my bra right out in the hallway for all my neighbors to see. I’m not even embarrassed by it. Once I open the door, I turn to face him and smile before grabbing him by the button of his jeans, pulling him into the apartment.

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