Page 28 of Holiday Do Us Part

Can they?

I twist and face the couch. Theyarepretty strong. It’s possible they can smash it. Hmm. . .Andnope. I’m up and scurrying down the hall. Without knocking, I open the door and tip-toe into Easton’s room. Without invitation, I climb into the bed and wiggle under the covers. I ignore his low chuckle and lay on my side, giving him my back. “Shut up.”

“Still afraid of the dark, Baker?”

“I was never afraid of the dark.” I was just always afraid to be alone. “Now shut up and stay on your side of the bed if you want to make it through the night.” With that, I tuck my hands under his comfy pillow and fall asleep instantly.

Chapter eleven

Callie

“Seriously,watchthemovie.”

“I am.”

“You’re not.” I giggle and slap his hand away.

“Sorry, my hands have a mind of their own. They wanted in the second they saw you in these tiny shorts.”

“Yeah, and if you keep doing that, we won’t watch any of the movie.”

“Babe, we’ve attempted to watch the same movie three times this week. You could care less about this movie. Sit on my lap.”

“No, we can’t. Russ is home. He can walk out and catch us.”

“Fuck, Russ. Babe, sit on my lap. My cock needs to be inside you.”

“Easton—”

“If he walks out, it’ll look like we’re cuddling. Which we will be. I’ll just have my cock up your wet cunt while I bounce you up and down on my lap.”

My lips part at the visual. He knows I won’t stand a chance after that offer. I slowly slide onto his lap. Under the blanket, he pulls down his sweats, pushes my skimpy pajama shorts to the side, and slides through my slick heat. “That’s it, babe. Oh yeah.” He lifts and then drops me down on his dick. “God, you sure do love this movie.”

I moan, gripping his thighs. “Fuck,” I bite my lower lip. “It’s getting to the good part.”

Easton chuckles through a moan, increasing the pace. “God, you’re so perfect. Take my cock, babe.”

“Easton. . .”

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A moan travels up my throat, and I stir in bed. My body is on fire, and I tug the blanket off my legs to relieve the crazy pressure between my thighs. I slide my fingers down my belly but am stopped by a giant hand around my waist. My hips are pulled backward, and I feel something massive between my butt cheeks. I moan again, rubbing my ass against it.

“Unless we’re calling quits on this truce bullshit, you better stop grinding into my dick, babe.” My eyes shoot open, and the room comes into focus. Yep, this isn’t my room. And I’m definitely not having a sex dream. Holy shit. “Stop squirming. You know he likes to sneak in.”

“Shut up,” I hiss, trying to catch my bearings. My sex is throbbing, and I’m fighting not to press into his erection. Because that’s all it would take since I’m not wearing underwear. “You go any further, and I will mutilate you.”Please don’t listen to me. Please don’t listen to me.

“I wouldn’t think of it. Spending all this time with you has made me realize you’re more like a sister to me anyway. No attraction.”

“Shut up. You don’t have a sister.”

“But I imagine it’d be like this. Innocent cuddles. No spark.”

“Your dick is like a steel rod poking me in the ass, so no attraction, my ass. You want me.”

“Morning wood, babe. Comes with the territory.” He releases me and rolls off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. Asshole!

Wait. . . is he really not attracted to me? I can’t remember the last time, if ever, he’s been able to resist me. He has to be messing with me. He kissed me yesterday. There was passion. But he didn’t go any further. He didn’t even attempt to have sex with me. What if he’snotinto me anymore?

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