Page 87 of If You Give a Grump a Christmas Tree Farm
“If your dick is hard, then do something with it,” she taunts, and I hear the edge in her voice. She’s really getting urgent now.
“I love it when you’re needy and desperate for it.” I attack her with my mouth again, getting her close again.
“Please, baby.”
“You ever gonna doubt me again, Becca?” I ask, breathing hard, wanting her as badly as she wants me.
Her head rolls on the pillow. “No. Never. I swear.”
I smile, then dip my head and give her that sweet orgasm she’s balancing on the sharp edge of having. When she flies over into ecstasy, her head goes back, and she screams.
Her wet, hot release floods forth, and I lap every drop, giving tender care to that hot bundle of nerves that’s swollen from all my attention.
She writhes, and her sweat-glistened chest rises and falls as she gasps for air.
“Oh, my God, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she pants.
“Because I made you wait so long,” I murmur, sliding up her body to clamp my mouth over one nipple.
Taking my erection in my hand, I circle the head around her opening, getting it wet with her lubrication, then plunge inside her hot pussy.
She moans, and I kiss her hard, feeling the vibration through my throat.
I know she can taste herself on my lips and tongue, and she moans again. I barely let her breathe, kissing her the entire time I fuck her.
But something inside me screams that this time is different. This time is not just fucking. This is something more. This is making love.
I’d always heard the term, but it meant nothing to me. Now, it means everything.
I lift my head. “Look at me, Becca.”
Her heavy-lidded eyes flutter open, and I stare into them. They’re filled with desire, but there’s love there too. She can’t hide it. It’s plain as day.
I stroke her hair from her face with a gentle, tender touch, and my hips thrust slowly, taking my time. In and out, keeping my gaze locked with hers, I watch every emotion cross her face.
I see the realization dawn in her eyes, and I know the moment she understands this is different than any other time, thatI’mdifferent.
She gets it in one single second.
Everything has changed between us, and even if I haven’t said the words yet, we both feel it. Our love is a living, breathing thing between us now.
Nothing can ever return to the way it was before we met.
I only hope she understands in the morning when I have to leave her.
When the club calls, I have to go.
If we’re going to make this work, if she’s going to be my ol’ lady, then she has to understand the life. But it doesn’t mean I don’t love her. It doesn’t mean I won’t always come back to her, and it doesn’t mean anything is more important than her.
But this time, leaving her isn’t for just a few hours. Shades said he needs me for three days.
If I’m lucky, I’ll make it home for Christmas Eve.
The thought of not being here with Becca for it is unthinkable.
I can’t let her down.
We’ve built our relationship through daily physical presence. Now we’re about to face our first prolonged separation.
