Page 53 of The Jinglebell War
His eyes pop wide, then heat as his gaze trails over me. I swear I can feel it like his fingers are running over my breastbone anddown over my breasts. My bra is lacy and ecru. And pretty much see through.
I make the mistake of glancing below his waist to see he’s responding in a way that demonstrates just how much he likes what he sees. He is very large and my pussy throbs in response.
This was a terrible, terrible idea.
Seeing where my attention has gone, Garrick glances down. When he lifts his head, his cheeks are not pink and his smirk is all sexy confidence. “Still sure you don’t want the floor?”
“I can keep my hands to myself.” I pop the button on my jeans. What is it about this man that makes it impossible for me to turn down a dare or a challenge? “Can you?”
I slide my jeans over my hips, turning at the last moment so he gets a full view of my bare ass in a thong.
He lets out a muffled groan, and I smile to myself. Inside, I’m doing a happy dance, but I turn back to face him with a flat expression as I step out of my jeans. “Sure you don’t want the floor?”
“Nope.” His voice is strained and his dick is fighting to get free of those boxer briefs he’s wearing.
I reach behind my back for the clasp of my bra. “Positive?”
He moves so fast I barely see him flip the switch before the room is dark. And not dimly lit from outdoor lights or the moon, but pitch freaking black.
There’s a rustle of sheets and then Garrick’s rough voice. “Get the fuck in bed, Demon.”
I flick the clasp on my bra and let it fall to the floor. I usually don’t wear pajamas to sleep, but I did bring some just for an awkward situation like this. There’s no point in trying to find them now, though. I step forward and bonk my shin on the foot of the bed.
Pain shoots through me, spearing my brain with a white light that does nothing to illuminate the room.
“Ow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I read somewhere once that swearing actually relieves pain. It’s not working.
“You okay?” Garrick’s voice sounds really close. Is he sitting up in bed?
“Uh-huh.”
Reaching out, I feel the mattress. I hop up onto the bed and scramble forward, hurrying toward safety.
Somehow, I end up on top of Garrick.
“Crap. Sorry.” I try to scramble off him.
Except I scramble the wrong way and pitch forward into the dark abyss that the bedroom has become.
Garrick’s arm wraps tight around my waist. “I got you.”
I let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you.”
Pushing against the side of the bed, I twist back up.
Garrick helps by grabbing my left boob.
“Shit. Sorry, Demon.”
He doesn’t let go, but keeps his grip and uses it to lift me back into the bed. Not like he’s pulling me up by my boob. His big, firm palm is cupping my breast and pushing me up and over him.
My pussy goes wild, throbbing and clenching like the dude has just licked my clit.
Garrick lets me go and I land with a little bounce on my side of the bed.
“You have great tits,” Garrick whispers into the darkness.
Every one of my worst impulses leaps to action and begs me to climb back on top of that man and ride him until dawn. Although, with these blackout curtains, we’ll never know when the sun rises.
