Page 140 of A Very Merry Enemy
“Fuck, Holiday.”
I work him slowly, finding a rhythm that makes his breathing ragged. My hand wraps around what I can’t take, stroking in time with my mouth. The sounds he makes…they’re desperate, guttural groans. They go straight between my legs.
“Look at me,” he says.
I do, meeting his eyes while I take him deeper. His eyes are full of want, need, adoration, protection, and…love, maybe?
“You’re so beautiful,” he says. “On your knees for me. Taking me like a good girl.”
I moan around him, and his hips jerk slightly. One hand braces against the shower wall while the other stays in my hair, guiding me but never forcing.
“Fuck, Peaches,” he says. “You’re working me so fucking good.”
I pull back just enough to tease him.
I take him as far back as I can, nearly gagging on him. His breathing increases, and I work him faster, wanting to watch him fall apart.
“Holiday, I’m—fuck?—”
He pulses in my mouth, and I drink him down, watching him lose himself. I love the way he looks when he comes completely undone.
I stand and wrap my arms around him, kissing him, allowing the taste of both of us to mix into our mouths.
“I think I want to conserve water every day,” I whisper across his lips, smiling.
“Fuck, me too.” Then he cups my face and kisses me deeply under the hot stream.
We finish rinsing our bodies, and he turns off the water. Lucas wraps me in a towel and then wraps one around himself.
We’re both still trying to recover from our shower, smiling at each other in the candlelight, when our phones buzz from the bedroom at the same time.
We look at each other, and then we rush into the bedroom where our phones are lighting up with notifications. I grab mine and see I’ve been added to the family group chat. I look at it, and then I look at Lucas. He shrugs.
Hudson
Emma’s in labor. Going to Merryville General now.
Claire
Emma’s having the twins! Everyone’s heading to the hospital!
Mom
Holiday, Emma’s in labor. We’re all going to the hospital. Are you?
Lucas is already pulling on jeans and a T-shirt. “We need to go right now.”
I drop my towel and scramble to get dressed, throwing on the clothes I brought. My hair is still wet, but there’s no time to dry it. Lucas is fully dressed in less than a minute and grabbing his keys.
“You ready?” he asks.
“Yeah. Let’s go,” I tell him, trying to slide on my flats as I walk down the stairs. We both walk as fast as we can to his truck. He drives faster than usual, but his hand finds mine.
I text the family group chat back quickly.
Holiday
On the way to the hospital now. Be there in ten minutes.
