Page 47 of My Three Christmas Secrets

“I’m not ready,” I retorted.

“I won’t force you,” she sighed. “I just want my family together for Christmas.”

I paused, the weight of her words pressing down. “Not this year, Mom,” I finally said. “You guys have a nice Christmas. I will stop over sometime next week to give you your gifts.”

“Bodhi,” she started, and I was sure she was ready to lay the guilt on thick.

“Not this year,” I told her. “I’ll see you sometime next week. Have a nice Christmas.”

“All right,” she said, resigned. “Just remember we love you, no matter what.”

“I know. I love you, too,” I said before ending the call.

It stung a little bit knowing that my brother had hijacked my Christmas with my family, but I also knew that my mom loved spoiling her only grandchild on any occasion—especially the holidays.

I wouldn’t dream of taking away those experiences from her, so I wasn’t going to fight it. My brother could have Christmas with my family this year.

The room was silent once more, and my chest was tight with tension.

Zoey, who had remained silent throughout the call, gently squeezed my hand, drawing my attention. “You okay?”

Taking a deep breath, I tried to find the right words. “Tyler decided to spend Christmas with my parents this year. I decided not to go.”

Zoey shifted, pulling herself up to sit next to me. “You could stay here and spend Christmas with my family. Eric would be happy, and my parents have always loved you.”

I chuckled humorlessly. “We’re about to drop a bombshell on your family. That’s probably not the best idea.”

She nudged me gently. “Please.”

I looked at her piercing blue eyes, and the tightness in my chest dissipated. How could I deny her anything she asked for? “Okay. I’ll change my flight. But if Eric or your parents ask me to leave, I am going to respect that.”

“Deal,” she said, and she turned so we were looking at each other face to face before she moved one leg on either side of me to straddle me.

Moving her hips in a slow, circular motion, she rubbed her pussy against my length, as we were already naked from fucking the night before. Her motions increased my arousal, and I felt wetness trickle between us as she rubbed herself against me.

Leave it to Zoey to know how to change my mood.

She leaned down, pressing her lips against mine in a passionate kiss. My hands moved to her hips to guide her motions, and I used my strength to push her down harder against my erection to intensify the friction between us.

The soft whimpers she made against my lips deepened my desire for her, and I wanted to be inside her, to drive into her and fuck her senseless.

“Do you like that, baby? Do you want my cock inside your tight, wet pussy?” I pushed down on her hips while simultaneously arching my hips upward and dragged her center along my dick, letting her feel how hard I was for her.

“Yes,” she gasped, squirming against me. “I need you inside of me.”

“Good.” I moved one hand up her smooth back to her neck. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back. “I need you, Zoey,” I whispered against her neck, and I felt her melt against me.

She made a soft squeaking noise, and held me closer, her tits pressing against me.

“Please, Bodhi.”

I loved hearing her beg for my cock. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and I was already ready for her.

At the same time her hips began to gyrate, stroking me with her center, I rolled with her, pulling her underneath me until her legs were spread open for me, and I thrust into her.

She cried out as she arched her back until I was buried deep inside her and could go no further.

Her hands grasped my shoulders. Her legs clasped around my hips, guiding my movements. The way her muscles contracted around me, providing slick resistance, brought me to a euphoric state.

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