Page 24 of Say Yule Stay
“Walker, I?—”
“Sit,” I tell her, already licking my lips. “Don’t be shy.”
Blushing furiously, she lowers herself down in a way that tells me she hasn’t done this a lot—or it hasn’t been done well. Both options are a shame, but I’ll make sure to fix that.
I suck her clit into my mouth, and she moans then gives a hesitant roll of her hips that she stops far too soon.
I need her to ride my face—hard, fast, and dirty.
Pulling back as much as I can, I meet her gaze. “Use me, Lace. You’ve got me tied to the bed. Show me what it takes to get you off.”
If my hands were free, I’d spank her until she complied. Next time.Instead, I lean up and lick her pussy, paying special attention to her clit until the last of her inhibitions are gone and she’s settled her weight on me, her thighs pressed against my ears as she rocks and writhes against me, fucking my face and crying out when I thrust my tongue inside her.
It’s so good.
And not nearly enough.
“Oh my God, I think—” Her tone is full of uncertainty and desperation, and I hold onto the latter, sucking her clit hard until she shatters. Throwing her head back, she screams, thevisual like a work of art from the column of her throat to the slope of her breasts to the apex of her thighs.
I’m in heaven.
And apparently so is she.
Riding her orgasm out, I wish I could hold her here, see if I could pull another one from her sweet pussy.
Someday.
Because there will be a someday.
If tonight has shown me anything, it’s that Lacey Brock and I are meant to be more than temporary. This thing between us is real and addicting and everything I ever dreamed it could be—not just with her but with anyone.
But I know now that it isn’t just anyone—it’s her.
My best friend’s sister has just turned my world upside down, and as she untangles my wrists and collapses on the bed next to me, I can’t help thinking she’s right where she’s meant to be.
I never believed in the magic of Christmas before, but I’m starting to now. All I have to do is figure out how to get her to stay.
21
LACEY
“Idon’t think I can move,” I murmur into the pillow as Walker presses his erection into my ass and rocks his hips.
“Pity,” he jokes, his palm cupping my breast and massaging my nipple in the exact way I like it, the way he figured out last night after getting thoroughly acquainted with my breasts.
And every other part of my body.
“I need a shower,” I whine, “and coffee. In that order.”
“I’m fine with a shower orgasm,” he croons, kissing my bare shoulder, and the mattress moves as he gets up. “I’ll start the water, but get your fine ass up. I have plans for you.”
I yelp as his palm comes down on my backside and hiss when the bastard chuckles, his footsteps barely audible on the hardwood floor.
I could get used to this.
Sighing, I stretch against the soft flannel sheets, smiling at the red snowflakes on the cream-colored fabric. Being here with Walker has been like a breath of fresh air. But it’s not just him; it’s everything. Dinner last night with Sawyer and Hallie was amazing, and I’m embarrassed to admit I can’t remember thelast time I had dinner and drinks with people, my brother aside, who didn’t want anything from me.
Have I really been so consumed by my career?
