Page 68 of Slaying for Santa
“Were you really snowed in?” Bell asks my sister, and Tillie sighs, easing Libi down off her hip.
“Yes. That was totally unplanned. But it seems like the universe wanted the two of you to realise you were made for each other just as much as me.”
“It was Santa!” Libi screeches. “He must have gotten my letter. He gave me what I asked for.”
Libi bounces excitedly on the spot, those big doe eyes bright as they jump between me and Bell.
“And what was that?” I ask my little girl, watching her smile grow.
“To bring me a new mummy that would make my daddy smile.” She giggles and claps while jumping up and down. “He gave us Bell!”
Fuck… my cold black heart melts completely at Libi’s words, and my gaze darts to Bell for her reaction, but nothing about the warm smile she offers my daughter tells me she’s uncomfortable with the idea.
“I guess I’ll have to thank Santa for that.” Bell smirks, and Libi nods enthusiastically.
“Yes!” Libi cheers, clapping. “Santa loves hugs!”
I can’t fucking help myself. I give Bell another gentle squeeze, making sure she can feel the growing bulge in my shorts as I press my lips to her ear.
“You can thank Santa by wearing the open mouth gag and letting him fuck that tight throat of yours again.”
I’m expecting her to pull away and slap me, but she fucking leans in and nods against my ear.
“Did someone say lunch is ready?” Tillie suddenly bursts out, hurrying for the hallway dragging my daughter behind her, already knowing I’m about to kiss her best friend.
By the time I hear Libi giggling in the next room and theheavy steps of my men following, I have my tongue in Bell’s mouth as she sucks on it, and my hands fisted in her hair as we both fight for control.
We kiss for so long, the hard rod of my cock feels like the skin will split at any moment, but then Bell stops abruptly, her breathy voice drawing my attention.
“You planning on watching the whole event?”
Dragging my heavy lids open, I find Bell staring to the side at my best mate Wes sitting in the armchair, casually watching us dry hump up against the back of the couch.
“I’d rather join in.”
Bell’s brows shoot up, and I chuckle at their exchange.
“He’s the one I said I’d share you with,” I remind her, and those dark orbs flick back to me.
“I thought…”
When she frowns and stiffens in my arms, I realise I’ve fucked up. The only problem is I don’t know how exactly.
“You thought what?”
“Never mind.” She tries to pull away, but once again I keep her trapped in my arms.
“I do mind.” I growl. “Very fucking much. Tell me.”
For a long few beats, Bell just stares at me, and I swear I see a thousand different emotions flicker in her eyes. I should tell Wes to leave, but clearly this has something to do with him.
“Bell. Talk to me. Yell at me. Tell me what I’ve done wrong.”
Her lips part as she shoots a look in Wes’s direction before coming back to me.
“I thought you wanted to keep me,” she whispers, and fuck, my heart cracks as it sinks.
“I fucking do.”
