Page 16 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
I push hard on his chest. “Conceited, lofty, overbearing, know-it-all dick!”
He grabs my hand and yanks me down until I find myself splayed over him. Then his hand smacks my arse three times and squeezes my tattooed cheek, hard.
I feel like purring at him, but outwardly, I have to keep an indignant front.
“You’ll pay for that,” I hiss.
“Not if you want my tongue inside your ass, Little Wasp.” Bez’s fingers start brushing against my slick entrance. Fuck! I love when he does that.
I drag my nails down his sides and follow the perfect waistline around his stomach, teasing the sexy V there. I feel his abs contract under my fingers as he lets out a rumble before crushing my mouth to his.
Wednesday’s screeching pulls our lips apart. I look toward the door where my black Polish hen is standing. Her red eyes zero in on us as she makes slow and deliberate short steps inside the bedroom.
“She’s hungry.”
“She should get a cockblocker of the year award,” Bez grumbles, squeezing my butt cheeks again, one in each hand. The possessive hold sends a shiver down my back. He loves Wednesday, but fucking me is a sacred occurrence for him. Whoever stops it commits a sacrilege in his eyes.
“She’s not a cockblocker. She likes to watch,” I retort.
“That’s actually hot.” Bez’s reply is soon followed by Gabe’s, “That’s even more disturbing.” Gabe, on the other hand, likes to pretend he dislikes her. Maybe he does. Who knows?
My phone beeps, and I sit, straddling his abs as I take a peek at my phone screen. “Fucking Reacher, I want to bust him open like a piñata,” I grumble. He keeps joking about my donors’ deaths on the bros’ chat.
“I regrettably happen to know that Hunter fills Rami’spiñataevery day, so the contents will be?—”
“Same as mine?” I taunt him, earning a buck of his hips. His cock slides between my cheeks brushing against my entrance in a slow, spine-shivering glide. My enjoyment fades as I glance at the beginning of Rami’s text. “He has another donor for me. Perhaps it’s better if I just push pause for now.”
“Maybe you should.”
My head snaps his way. “I should?” I frown at him. He’s a relentless, unstoppable machine, never letting go until he gets what he wants. That’s how he conquered me. He can’t tell me to let go!
“Listen,” Gabe starts, “I’m a veteran of many battles. Sometimes it’s easier to let the enemythinkthey've won a small battle while you find a way to win the war. Find. A. Way.”
He tugs my head down and gives me a long, owning kiss before sliding out from under me to go to the bathroom. I pout for a minute. Then I put on the gray suit jacket Gabe left on the chair yesterday, and after feeding my lady, I return to the bedroom. He is in the shower, so I focus on my morning princess beauty routine.
When I’m done, I move toward the walk-in closet and choose his suit for today, like I always do. Burgundy jacket, black vest and pants, black shirt. Sexy and all mine to climb when he comes home tonight from the office.
As I start picking my outfit, Gabe’s words continue echoing in my head. They add to my infinite frustration. How do I win the sodding war?
Then I remember the she-elf’s groveling idea and a plan starts forming in my wicked head.
Gabe comes out of the bathroom naked and ready to be licked. One look at his jacket on me, and I’mforcedon my knees and thoroughly face fucked.
Thirty minutes later, I’m sliding the black vest over his shoulders. I like to help him dress. It feels intimate and it makes me happy to take care of him, even in such a small way.
“Come here!” He pulls me in front of him for a kiss. My arse is sore but keeps clenching, looking for his men’s dick. It’s such a greedy whore.
“Starting class at Stafford today with Spencer?” he asks.
“Yeah. It’ll be fun to explore another college.”
“While you check on him don’t let your explorations become a reason for the dean to call me.”
I sniff. I’ll never jeopardize my future as a lawyer—much. Gabe created a scholarship for me and Spencer—more specifically he blackmailed me into accepting it.
He met Spencer when heurgedme to move to his apartment a few months ago. The boy is fearless, brave, and tough; it’s impossible not to have a soft spot for him. So Gabe used it against me, forcing me to take the scholarship in exchange of giving one to Spencer as well.
It’s bonkers that I find sexy as hell how crafty he can be.
