Page 22 of Love at First Bite
“My boss is coming to Friendsgiving,” I reminded Brew, but he simply smiled.
“The more the merrier.” I blinked but didn’t say anything because he wasn’t wrong. It was literally the point of the holiday. I knew how it felt not to have family around. How it was to fear the upcoming holidays because without really knowing anyone, you didn’t get invited anywhere.
“You’re not upset I invited him?” Brew shook his head, stepping in and standing right behind me, wrapping his strong, protective arms around me.
“Should I be?” he asked without judgment. I shook my head
“No. Not at all. He just mentioned he didn’t have plans and…”
“And my beautiful girl with a heart bigger than the moon decided to change things up.”
“Who would have thought, right?” I murmured. He chuckled before brushing my hair off my shoulder and kissing my neck. “It’s your fault,” I mumbled. “You made me a little nicer.”
“And you make me feel like a damn teenager,” he mumbled before scraping his teeth over my sensitive skin. “All I can think about is how there will be men over tonight, and I have an irrational need to make sure you have my mark somehow. Something that says you’re mine.”
“Brewster Graham,” I warned, bunching my brows playfully at him. “Do not give me a hickey!” I honestly wouldn’t have cared if he did, though. It turned out I liked my sexy vampire biting me more than I would have expected.
“Why not? You’re out of class.”
“For a week.” I laughed. “And it might be cooler, but it’s not cool enough to wear a turtleneck.
“Hmm,” he muttered. The sound vibrated against my pulse point. “You do have a point.” His hands moved down and skimmed the skirt of my dress.
“Daddy,” I whispered, and Brew growled.
“You want me to take you here and now? That way, you have daddy’s cum dripping out of you while you pass your girls mashed potatoes?”
“You’re dirty.”
“I’m yours.”
“And I’m lucky for it,” I whispered. His green gaze met mine in the mirror. “I love you,” I said. I’d said it a lot in the last almost month of us being together.
But every time felt like a first. Like a gift.
The girls were my family and always would be. But Brewster? He was my home.
“I’m the lucky, blessed one, baby girl.” I shivered, knowing exactly where this was going.
The last couple of weeks had been an extensive course on sex. We’d done it in positions I had only ever read about. I quickly found out that not only was Brewster a daddy through and through in and out of the bedroom, always taking care of me and making sure I was well fed and taken care of as well, but he loved to make me come.
I had my very own pleasure dom. But right then and there, I had a feeling something a little more primal was at play.
“I didn’t think you were the jealous type, Daddy,” I teased, softening my tone just the way that got him hard and ready.
“I’m not. I’m territorial,” he mumbled, still kissing and sucking my neck as his hands moved up and cupped my breasts. “This is going to be hard and fast, but I promise tonight, I’m going to worship you from head to toe with attention. Jesus, you taste good.”
“Daddy,” I whined. Brew kicked my feet apart, then lifted the skirt of my sweater dress up and over my ass. He hissed the moment he saw I was bare for him.
“You naughty, little witch,” he muttered, and I giggled.
The sound muffled and turned into a heavy moan when his fingers slid between my folds “So wet for me. Were you going to be bare all night, baby girl? Tease daddy all night?” I shook my head. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Daddy to fuck you before your friends came over, to take the edge off?”
“Yes,” I admitted. His teeth sank into my shoulder. I loved it when he bit me. His free hand moved and pulled my dress down till my breast came into view.
“Fucking hell, look at you. I don’t know if I like you in silk or lace more.“ He licked his mouth, talking about the orange lace bra I’d put on.
“Brew, please.”
