Page 30 of Christmas Games
‘Faster, Rory. Harder.’
Gripping the headboard, she met his thrusts with her own, but he was still holding back.
‘Wait,’ he growled.
He held her hip steady with one hand, the other teasing her clit. ‘One more orgasm won’t be enough.’
She whimpered.
‘Touch your breasts. I’ve got you.’
Releasing her hands from the end of the bed, Zoe tugged her nipples.
Rory rolled her clit between his fingers and thumb.
‘Oh my god, oh my god,’ she moaned.
His cock continued to move. In, out. In, out. The pressure was rising. Pleasure bubbled and boiled inside her. Her breaths came faster as he rocked her higher.
‘Yes, yes, yes!’
He pinched her clit, and she detonated with a scream. Thrusting faster, he chased her orgasm over the cliff as she cried out, again and again.
The sensations rolled on as he thrust harder, and she gasped. ‘Rory! I’m going to come again!’
He pulled her body closer, angling her head so he could kiss her, his hips snapping faster. Another climax barrelled through, stealing her breath and filling her head with stars.
Rory wrenched his head from hers as he lost control, crying her name, his hips jerking as he came inside her.
She slumped forward and he eased her down to the bed, cradling her as she lay on her side.
‘I love you so much,’ she mumbled.
‘I love you too,’ he murmured, nuzzling into her hair.
He held her close as she drifted off to sleep.
Rory sandedthe piece of wood until it was as smooth as silk. He’d left Zoe to rest and returned to his workshop to finish the crib he was making for their baby. It had various iterations and was able to fit flush with the edge of the bed, as well as expand to stand on its own.
He’d declined the offer of a suite of nursery furniture from his mother and Brad. Rory didn’t want anything he hadn’t made, and he was sure the baby didn’t need more furniture than the entire east wing of the castle.
Both he and Zoe wanted to live in the cabin for as long as possible after the baby was born. However, Rory knew someday they would have to leave it behind and make the castle their permanent home.
The imposing building still held echoes of his father. The thump of his boots, the bark of his voice, the crack of his whip against the stonework. The only way Rory could think to avoid being like him was to make sure everything he did was the polar opposite of his father’s brutish behaviour. But no matter how Rory tried to reassure himself with logic, fear still crept in.
Pulling out his phone, he rang Charlie.
His best mate picked up almost immediately. ‘Charlie’s Confidential Crisis line, the proprietor speaking.’
Rory shook his head. ‘You’re such a twat.’
‘I know,’ Charlie replied happily. ‘What’s up and how’s Zoe doing?’
‘Up and down. Stressed about everything we’ve got to do for Christmas, whilst growing a human. Thank fuck we don’t have to do the whole pregnancy thing.’
‘Valentina wants about a million kids, so I hope she enjoys the pregnancy part.’
‘And you?’
