Page 23 of Holidate Pursuit

“You two looked pretty cozy over there,” Trevor says quietly as he steps out of the office where our parents are checking in.

“Shut up.”

He laughs before taking a serious tone. “He better not break your heart again, or I’ll break him.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not like that, trust me.”

“Just be careful,” he warns quietly while looking past me.

A few seconds later, Justin plops his arm on my shoulder. “Who’s ready to have some fun?”

Trevor’s pointed look says it all.

Justin

Yesterday was an experience like no other. Holidays with a rich as fuck family are truly something else. After decorating the tree, another formal dinner, and enough spiked eggnog to fill a trough, Lucy and I ambled to bed without any pretenses. I didn’t even have the energy to try and get her worked up for me, which is my number one goal after my promise not to touch her until she begs.

However, with the busy schedule, it will be some time before I can focus on that. Unfortunately, my attention will be on her dad and brother this morning since golf is first on the agenda today.

“What would’ve happened if I’d never swung a club before? Does he not care if I can play or not?” I ask while finishing up in the bathroom. The door is open, and Lucy is leaning against the frame.

She shrugs. “If you don’t golf, he won’t approve of our marriage, so this is just another one of his tests.”

“Great. So play well is what you’re telling me?” I turn toward the doorway, fighting the temptation to kiss her.

“It doesn’t really matter since we’re not actually together. You’re taking this way too seriously.” She rolls her eyes, and my willpower snaps.

My hand reaches for her hair, and I pull her head back to look up at me. “Would you rather I not give a fuck and cause your dad to disapprove of me? I’m sure he would be all too eager to bring Nathan in to take my place.” I lean down to her neck and brushmy nose along her jawline. “Is that what you want, Lucy?” My lips faintly skim her soft skin, causing her to moan.

“No… I want…” she starts to say with a whimper but trails off.

“Hm? What was that?” I whisper and nip her earlobe.

She’s panting now, right where I want her. “Justin…”

“You can do it, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Justin, I—” A knock on the bedroom door causes her to jump back and stumble, catching herself on the dresser. She stares at me for a second and looks down at my raging hard-on.

“Coming,” she yells while frantically combing through her hair with her fingers before opening the door to a smug-looking Trevor.

I don’t hide while readjusting my swollen cock. Bastard should know what shitty timing he has.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything, but it’s time to go, and we need Justin.” I haven’t wanted to punch the smirk off someone’s face this much in a long time.

“No. You’re not. Perfect timing, actually. Justin just finished.”

It’s my turn to smirk at her choice of words. “I certainly wish I had.”

Lucy groans and looks at Trevor. “That’s not what I meant. We weren’t doing anything, I swear.”

I walk over to her with a look of admonishment. “Don’t lie, baby. Your brother can see right through you.” Leaning down, I kiss her forehead before she shoves me away.

Lucy

“Sorry, sis. I know you wanted to take Justin around town today for some shopping, but we got a little carried away,” my brother says as he and Justin stagger into the library together.

“Yeah, these guys thought I couldn’t hold my own. I showed them,” Justin slurs, leaning against the doorframe for support.

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