Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 48518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“So…” she announces loudly, “does this mean Miss Lucy stays forever now?”
Lucy’s breath catches. Her hands loosen around my shoulders, but she doesn’t step away. I look at Lucy. She looks at me. And something settles in her gaze—peace, certainty, something fierce and bright and so damn right it knocks the wind out of me. She nods. Small. Soft. But solid as bedrock.
“Yes,” she says gently. “If that’s okay with you two.”
Holly shrieks with delight and launches herself at Lucy, hugging her with full, unfiltered kid joy. Lucy hugs her back, laughing breathlessly, cheeks flushed from kissing, eyes glowing with something I can’t look away from.
When Holly releases her, Lucy turns to me.
Her voice lowers. “I meant it.”
My heart feels too full for my chest. I pull her in again—not for a kiss this time, just to hold her. Snow falls behind her. The truck lights gleam. The firehouse hums with warmth and life around us. And Lucy… Lucy feels like home in my arms.
Holly wraps her little arms around both of our legs. “Best Christmas ever,” she declares.
She’s right. But what she doesn’t know—what I know as I bury my face in Lucy’s hair and breathe her in—is that this isn’t just Christmas.
It’s the beginning of everything.
“Let’s go home,” I utter against her ear. “I need to show you how much you mean to me.”
“But Holly–”
“Holly is getting picked up for a sleepover in ten minutes.”
“Oh–” her eyes grow dark and hooded with the promise of more.
Ten minutes later we’re stumbling into my cabin.
“Come here, beautiful.” I slide the chair in my living room back, patting my lap.
A small smile spreads across her lips before she stands and walks toward me. I force her onto my lap, her hot center rubbing against my straining dick through the denim. I push my fingers into her hair, tugging as I pull her lips to mine. I start soft and slow, and her arms curl up to my shoulders, kneading my back, whispering around the nape of my neck.
She moans into my mouth and rocks her pussy into me. I press against her lips with need as my kiss grows hungrier. I devour her, taste her, lick at her mouth, and take her in. I want to own her, be inside her, on top of her, all around her. “You’re so beautiful. So sweet and sexy.”
Her eyes flash with desire as she peers back at me.
“Let’s see how dirty you can be.”
Lucy blushes but stays still.
“I mean it.” I slip my fingers under her leggings and through her damp folds as my teeth edge at her nipples through her shirt. “Don’t make me repeat it.”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. I yank the shirt over her head. My eyes flick down to her chest, taking in the black lace of her bra, her soft breasts flushed and begging for my lips behind the lace.
I move behind her body and unhook the clasp. Her eyes go wide and round as the fabric drops to the floor at my feet. My gaze trails down her curvy body, delicious curves that make me want to feast for days. My cock throbs harshly, the bite of the zipper a cold reminder of the warmth I wish I were buried in.
Unable to hold back, I palm my rock-hard cock through my jeans as my other hand molds around her breast, tweaking the nipple, twisting and massaging until she squeals and drips on my denim-covered thigh.
“So sensitive,” I breathe as I cup them, using one palm to hold them together, growling as my lips try to take in both nipples at once. I suck and swirl, kneading her creamy flesh and using my teeth to nip and tantalize the hardened peaks.
“Could stare at you all fucking day, my sweet girl.” I pull away, thumbs flicking over the nubs.
Wetness floods between her thighs with my words. Her beautiful eyes look up at me, so raw and vulnerable, everything I didn’t know I was so damn desperate for.
I can hardly form words around her. My body is too turned on, my brain flooded with lust.
“I want to taste you.” She says the words so damn sweetly. My cock pounds on the back of my zipper, ready to tear the teeth if that’s what it takes to get to her.
I’m hardly in control. She’s too sweet, too beautiful, too right for me.
Her tiny fingers work the button of my jeans. My pants hang open and her eyes feast on my thick cock for the first time.
“It’s so big,” she whispers.
I crack a grin, fisting the base of my length and stroking. “You don’t have to do this. There hasn’t been anyone but you in my head or my life, so I promise I’m clean, Lucy, but if you’re not ready—”