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A Very Sticky Little Lies Christmas

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by Helena Hunting


  “Who is this even from?” Lavender asks.

  No one fesses up, even though I know it had to be BJ. I’m totally going to kick his ass for this. Like I need Mav knowing that kind of shit.

  It’s another half hour before Lavender finally manages to corner me. In the bathroom of all places. “That was not funny! At all!” She whisper-shrieks. “Like I want my brothers and all of our friends to know that I duct tape you to furniture and ride you!” She scrubs a hand over her face. “Oh my God. Saying it aloud makes it that much worse. What is wrong with us?”

  I grab her by the shoulders. “Babe, take a breath.”

  “That really wasn’t funny.”

  “I know.” Actually, it kind of is funny, but I don’t want to make her angrier, or worried that everyone is going to suddenly figure out what we do with the duct tape.

  She bites her lip. “Are we really fucked up? Like is it really weird that I like to do that and that you like it when I do that to you?”

  “I don’t know if it’s weird or fucked up, but there’s a whole subsect of people who like to dress in black leather and wear ball gags and be dominated, so I’m going to go ahead and say that duct tape and computer chairs is pretty tame in comparison.”

  She nods and her palms smooth over my chest, blowing out a breath. “Our friends can’t know, though. Everyone is too interconnected and eventually someone will spill all the beans.”

  “About that.” Now it’s my turn to be cagey.

  Her eyes go wide again. “Did you tell someone?”

  “No. I would never do that. But BJ kind of figured it out. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you today.”

  “When did he find out? How did he find out?” She’s no longer whispering.

  “This morning. When I was packing up to come home.” I lift my arm and show her where the patch of hair is missing off my forearm. “He kicked over my trash can and found the balled-up tape, and the armrests were sticky, and he saw my forearms and figured it out.”

  “Oh my God.” She grabs my wrist and inspects it. “I had no idea I was ripping out your freaking arm hair. What did he say? He won’t tell Mav, will he?”

  I shake my head. “No. He promised to keep his mouth shut, but obviously he’s going to have some fun with this based on the gift exchange.”

  She blows out another breath and continues to inspect my wrist. “Do you think maybe I should use something other than tape? Maybe I need to learn how to tie knots?”

  “Maybe.” My swallow is audible and my reaction below the waist to that idea becomes ridiculously obvious.

  Lavender pokes at the crotch of my pants. “That looks more like a yes than a maybe.”

  “I’m game for whatever you are.”

  “Quickie in the bathroom?” Her beautiful, wide eyed gaze meets mine. It’s full of challenge.

  “Hell to the fuck yeah.” Normally I’m not a sex in the bathroom kind of guy because bathrooms are usually disgusting, but this is the bathroom no one usually uses, so I feel okay about it. Also, we don’t have enough time to go upstairs and I don’t want to risk running into anyone and having to wait until everyone is ready to pass out before I can get inside my girlfriend.

  She basically jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist. Our mouths connect and I spin around, setting her on the vanity.

  She’s wearing tights and a super long shirt, so it’s just a matter of yanking one of her legs free, while she unbuckles my belt and frees me from my boxers.

  “Shit Lavender,” I groan when she wraps her hand around me and strokes down the length.

  “Touch me.” She spreads her legs wide and I brush my thumb over her clit, then ease a single finger inside.

  “So warm,” I murmur.

  “So soft,” she strokes me again. “And hard.” And squeezes.

  “I’m going to eat you later.” I can smell her, and it makes my mouth water. The taste of her is kind of an addiction. I think about going down on her pretty much every day, and most days I follow through on that thought. Once I went four days without, just to see if I could handle the deprivation, and when I finally went down on her again I nearly gave her vagina beard burn, and I was clean shaven, so usually it's an every other day thing.

  “And I’m going to blow you, after I figure out how to tie you to your computer chair.”

  “I can’t fucking wait,” I groan.

  She pushes my hand out of the way and pulls me forward by my cock. “Can you get in me now, please?”

  “Absolutely. Whatever you want, you can have.”

  “You inside me would be great.”

  I run the head over her clit and between her lips. When I reach her entrance I ease inside, watching the head disappear, and then the shaft, inch by inch. I want her to come, but it’s a lot to ask of a quickie in a bathroom.

  Still, I try.

  And I’m pleasantly surprised when I feel her clench around me just before I have to pull out. It would be rude to come inside her when we have to go hang out with friends after this. She wraps her hand around my length, and I cover her fist with mine, guiding her strokes as I unload in the sink.

  “I came,” she whispers.

  “I know. I felt it.”

  Lavender’s eyes dart around, taking in the black walls and grey accents. “We had sex in your parent’s powder room.”

  “We did.” I help her back into her tights.

  “We’re going to have sex in your bedroom later.” She tucks me back into my boxers and carefully zips my pants.

  I shake my head. “In my bedroom it won’t be sex.”

  She tips her head. “What will it be, then?”

  “Me loving you, and you loving me. The way soul mates do.”

  It’s how it always is with Lavender.

  Conventional. Unconventional. Bathrooms. Knots.

  Scented holiday duct tape.

  It doesn’t matter how.

  It’s that it’s her.

  Because it’s always been her.

  And it will always be her.

  ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

  You can read LITTLE LIES free with Kindle Unlimited.

  Meet Kodiak’s parents in A LIE FOR A LIE .

  Meet Lavender’s parents in PUCKED .

 

 

 


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