Page 29 of Connected By Christmas
One by one, everyone folds. I lay my cards down, beaming. I beat everyone at the table with my four-of-a-kind ace high. “Yes! I won!” I excitedly start to take the money gathered in the middle.
“Not so fast, wildcat,” I hear softly across the table. Travis lays down the cards he had been holding, and I see four fives staring at me with another ace. “I think that beats your fours,” his lips twitch at my annoyed face.
I hear my brother laugh, and I send a glare his way.
“No one is that lucky. You’ve won practically every hand tonight.” I watch his hand swipe away the winnings that were supposed to be mine.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think I’m very lucky.” His hand moves up and starts to caress my calf.
I watch him over the rim of my wine glass before finishing it off. “Damn right, you are. You have me.” I watch his eyes narrowas my foot rubs down the length of him. If I can’t beat him in a poker game, I might as well try and win another way.
“I’m not going to argue with you there,” he says quietly. “Who wants a refill?” He asks, looking around the table at the empty drinks.
Everyone nods their heads before going back to their conversation about tomorrow night’s plans. It’s New Year’s Eve tomorrow, and we are going out for dinner and dancing. We suggested just staying in and having our own party because of how far along Emma is, but she wouldn’t have it. She’s been wanting to take us to this place that she and Skye love. They are throwing a New Year’s Eve party there tomorrow night, and Cole knows the bouncer really well, so he got us a reserved table for the night.
I feel Travis’s hand release my foot as he pushes his chair back and stands up to begin collecting glasses.
“I’ll help.” I stand to gather all the wine glasses while he grabs the empty bourbon ones.
I follow him to the kitchen and set the empty glasses on the counter. “Can you hand me the wine corkscre…” My words are cut off as I’m hauled back against hard steel. His tattooed arms come around me as he presses into my backside. I immediately sink into his touch and rub my bottom against his hard length.
The wine flowing through me and my husband’s body pressed against me has me shamelessly letting him know what I want as I raise my arm around his neck and bring his lips to mine. I should be worried that we are barely out of sight of our friends and they could walk in at any minute, but the turned-on part of me doesn’t care.
“So, do you want to be my good girl right now or a very bad girl,” he breathes against my ear, sending shivers down my body.
I don’t have to think twice. “I’m your bad girl…a very bad girl,” I smile against his skin.
“I’m going to get our friends their drinks and meet you upstairs in five minutes,” he growls into my ear before letting me go and grabbing the corkscrew from the counter. The poor cork is twisted with brutal strength as he takes his sexual frustration out on it.
The bad girl comes out to play again before I can stop her. “Don’t make me wait too long…I don’t want to have to get started without you.” He stops what he’s doing, and his greys smolder with heat. I know it’s his thing to claim all my orgasms. He doesn’t want me getting off to anything unless it’s him.
“Youwillwait,” he says in a low voice. “Five minutes, wildcat. You better run,” he says when I don’t move. “The clock is ticking.”
My heart is beating fast as I walk quickly back over to our friends. I mumble something about being cold and wanting to grab a warmer sweater before I run up the stairs. They are still in conversation as I walk across the landing and into our bedroom.
I decide to keep the bad girl vibe going and shimmy out of my skinny jeans. Throwing my sweater over my head, I get down to my black lace bra and thong just as the door opens. His eyes rake over my body with a look that reaches my very soul, telling me he approves of my outfit choice. I hear the soft click of the lock and suddenly understand what it feels like to be locked in a cage with a lion.
“We don’t have much time before we’re missed,” he says, walking toward me with a gleam in his eyes. He trails the lace on my bra as I feel my nipples tighten against the fabric. With a flick of his two fingers, the front clasp comes undone, and I bare my breasts to him.
“You were very bad at the poker game tonight.” He pinches my nipple, causing me to gasp. “I sat there hard for you all night while you had your little fun under the table.”
“I was very bad,” I nod, agreeing with him. “I can’t help it. When I see something I want, nothing stops me from going after it.” I reach down and run my hand along the hard ridge straining against his pants.
“I think we can both agree that we see something we want.” He picks me up, and I circle his waist with my legs.
My hands dive into his silky black hair, releasing it from his ball cap as I dive in deep for his lips. I moan when I taste the intoxicating mixture of him and bourbon on my tongue.
I feel the wall hit my back, but I have no memory of getting there as I’m consumed by my husband’s presence. His teeth pull my bottom lip as he grips my ass tighter and rubs me against him. The friction of the jeans has me throbbing for him.
“Please, Trav,” I beg, wanting so badly to feel him deep inside.
“Hang on tight to me, wildcat, because my wife is about to get thoroughly fucked in the shortest amount of time possible.” His words go straight to my core as I hear the sound of his zipper seconds before my panties are pushed to the side.
“You are so fucking wet right now,” he moans into my ear. I feel him press against my opening as his tip teases me. “My bad girl came out to play tonight, but now you’re going to fully take this cock to the deepest part of you like a good girl.” He fills me in one hard thrust. I bite down on his neck to stifle my scream, and his deep growl vibrates against me. I suck harder on his skin, knowing he loves my marks on him.
Digging my heels into his back, I hang on tight as he fills me again and again.
“Look at me, wildcat,” he pants out. “I want to see those beautiful green eyes when you surrender to me.”
