Page 28 of The Christmas List

“I’m never stopping, honey. Let go. Come for me.”

I feel the familiar tug in my spine, my balls drawing tight and desperate for release.The moment I feel Josie’s pussy tighten around me, pulling me impossibly deeper into heras her orgasm surges through her, I come on a ragged grunt, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. I fill her pussy with every drop of my cum as she spasms so tightly around me that my vision dances while she cries out my name over and over and over.

My thrusts slow into a languid rock of my hips, unable to break the physical connection between us as I stare down at the beautiful woman beneath me who looks as thoroughly fucked as I feel.

“Wow,” she says after a moment. “That was…”

“Everything,” I supply for her, stilling inside of her. Dipping my head down, I press a sweet, lingering kiss to her mouth, to the corner of her lip, the tip of her nose, and lastly, her forehead.Gently, I pull out of her, already mourning the loss of feeling her wrapped around me. “That waseverything, Josie.”

We stay just like this for a moment, just breathing together, soaking in the quiet stillness of what just happened.

Until I lower myself onto my side and ghost my fingers along the center of her chest, over her tit to her peaked nipple, circling it.

Her dark eyes hold mine as she grins, sitting up and pushing me onto my back on the rug and straddling my cock, which is still glistening with our shared release.

“Now… it’s my turn.”

chapter ten

wyatt

“Your snowman looks like it has adick, you idiot.”

One thing that seems to have stayed exactly the same while I was gone is that the Pearce household is and probably always would be pure chaos.

Sitting here surrounded by Josie’s older brothers, her parents, and now Jackson’s new fiancée, Emma, it feels just like the time I spent here when we were teenagers. Except instead of letting her brothers give her shit, Josie Pearce is giving it right back, and I’ve never been so proud of my girl.

Lucy giggles. “Daddy, he said di?—”

Josie puts her hand over her mouth, cutting Lucy off from repeating what her brother Jude said while shooting him a look that says she might actually kill him.

I chuckle, and then she pins the same look on me, so I promptly snap my mouth shut.

“Jude, I swear to Saint Nicholas himself, if you don’t watch your mouth, I’m making you leave!” Josie warns as she drops her hand from Lucy’s mouth. “Ma, tell him, please.”

Josie’s mom narrows her gaze at Jude, lifting a brow. “She’s right. We’ve got a little one here tonight, so I expect all of you to watch your mouths. NotjustJude.”

Her pointed gaze even drags to mine.

Damn, Mama Pearce is still as fierce as she was back then. Soft on the outside and sweet as anyone I’d ever met, but when you push her… well, I wouldn’t actually know because I knew better back then, and I sure as hell know better now.

“Jos, Wyatt, want another glass of eggnog?” Emma calls from the doorway, lifting a glass.

I shake my head. “Nah, I’ve got to drive, but thank you.” Josie looks hesitant, like she’s worried about saying yes, so I lean forward and dip my head toward her ear. “Have another glass, honey. I’ll drive you home.”

When my lips brush against the shell of her ear, she trembles. “I-I’ll have one. Thank you, Emma.” Her words are slightly breathless, making me grin.

I pull back, entirely too fucking pleased that I have her cheeks flushed.

“Hey, Lucy, do you think you could help me carry the cookies we made in here?” Mama Pearce asks her, and she nods enthusiastically, bounding out of her chair to follow her into the kitchen.

The second she’s gone, Josie turns to me, peering through her thick lashes as she leans forward. “Behave, Wyatt Owens.”

And then I feel her hand slowly sliding along the top of my jean-clad thigh toward my cock, and my knee shoots up, banging noisily against the underside of the kitchen table. All of the gingerbread supplies on top jostle with the motion, and every single one of her brothers turns to stare at us.

Fuuuuuck.

Josie shifts beside me, giggling quietly, and I shoot her a pointed glare. This damn girl.

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