by Lara Norman
“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous when you’re taking my cock.”
“Oh, God, Grant.”
“I’m going to come, Alex. Are you ready for me to come in your pussy?”
“So ready,” she moaned. Alex wasn’t expecting to come again, but she trembled against him as his cock hit her deep and his words pushed her over the edge.
She might as well have been milking his cock as her inner muscles pulsed around him. “Fuck, baby, oh, God, I’m going to fill you up.”
He braced his hands on her ass as he came, pressing his thighs tight against hers and closing his eyes as he grunted his release.
“Good God.” Alex couldn’t breathe, but who needed oxygen?
“Every time, I tell you. It gets better and better.”
“Just think, we have three more days of alone time.”
He grinned at her in the mirror and lightly swatted her ass before pulling out. “Don’t forget that some of that time is owed to other people.”
“Yes, well, we have all the hours in the night to do that again and again.”
“Count on it.” He turned the shower on. “Want to join me if I keep my hands to myself?”
“That’s probably a good idea.”
He soaped her up, kissing her lightly as he scrubbed her back. She leaned into his chest and tilted her head up for better access. “I like this.”
“You know, it may not have been tub sex, but it was fan-fucking-tastic. I like it when we don’t make it to bed.”
She grinned up at him. “It was fan-fucking-tastic, wasn’t it?”
“Now we can cuddle in the bed and watch TV until we fall asleep.”
She didn’t tell him, but it sounded very domestic to her. She couldn’t have been happier with how things were progressing with him. “I love that idea.”
Chapter 21
Christmas Eve was indeed a little strange. Davis and Luna arrived together again, but after Grant and Alex had already arrived. Alex wondered why they always traveled together if they didn’t live together, but she didn’t ask. She really liked Luna, but Davis had a great sense of humor. She could tell by the way Hudson would tense his shoulders every time Davis told a joke that he wasn’t fond of him. To her, if he had never made a move toward Reagan or hit on her or anything, she couldn’t see what Hudson didn’t like about him. He was friendly, and he liked hugs, so maybe that was all it was. He hugged Reagan when they arrived and after dinner to thank her, but he also hugged Alex. Grant had no problem with him, and nobody else seemed to, either. Maybe Hudson was the enigma in this situation, and not Grant as she originally thought.
“I think running around after a girl that’s clearly not into you is disgusting,” she overheard in low tones the one time she caught Hudson and Davis alone in the same room.
“Just because Reagan caved and agreed to date you after you followed her around like a dog doesn’t give you the right to judge me,” Davis hissed in return.
“Luna is Reagan’s best friend. You cause strife by insisting on chasing her.”
“You’re so full of shit your eyes are brown.” Davis walked out of the kitchen and came to an abrupt stop as he saw Alex in the living room.
“I won’t tell anyone,” she whispered.
He nodded and moved past her to find the others. They’d gone outside to see the neighbor’s Christmas lights. They’d strung them over their balcony and added a blow up Santa that looked like he had his pants around his ankles. Alex wasn’t interested in looking at it.
She took a deep breath and marched into the kitchen, taking the nearest dirty plate and tucking it into the dishwasher. Hudson paused in running water over a plate and stared at her.
“I know I’m the new guy, but I don’t see why you think you have the right to ostracize Davis the way you do.”
“You don’t have to listen to Reagan complain that Luna is devastated every time Davis comes on to her. You don’t see the worry in Luna’s eyes when she asks Reagan if she’s doing the right thing by remaining his friend. It would be easier overall if he left her alone.”
“But none of that is up to you. Even if Luna asks for your advice directly, it’s not your job to tell Davis what he should and shouldn’t be doing. You’re driving a wedge between him and Luna and Reagan, and it’s not helpful. The wedge between you and Davis is making it harder for Reagan to invite her friend over for fear she’s hurting you.”
Hudson looked at her for a long time. Finally, he sighed and put the plate he was still holding in the dishwasher. “Maybe you’re right.”
“Look, I’m assuming that you’re a good guy because I think Reagan is a smart, mature woman. I want Grant to have a good relationship with you, because Reagan is the most important person in the world to him, and this isn’t helping you win any points. It just gives him fodder for antagonizing you.”
He nodded, and Alex decided she’d done enough damage. She headed into the living room and watched the tree lights blink steadily. They’d chosen all white lights, and Alex admitted it looked nice. There were presents underneath it, and she wondered yet again if she should give Grant his gift at the hotel or at the house. She wasn’t sure how he felt being the center of attention, but it wasn’t incredibly personal or emotional. She couldn’t decide.
The door opened, and the others came in. Grant spotted her and came over, sitting next to her on the couch and kissing her cheek.
“Your lips are cold!”
He chuckled. “Sorry.”
“So are your hands,” she added when he picked hers up.
He chafed their hands together and smiled when she muttered about ice cubes.
“Do we want to open any gifts tonight?” Reagan asked. She darted her gaze to Hudson, who had stayed in the kitchen. She plopped down in the floor in the middle of the room.
“Maybe tomorrow morning before we eat,” Luna suggested. “Would that be okay with everyone else?”
“Yeah, then Reagan won’t have to entertain us,” Davis tacked on.
“It’s fine with me. I’ve already given Alex her gift before we came,” Grant added.
“Oh, what was it?” Reagan asked. She looked at Alex but didn’t see anything obvious.
Alex lifted the necklace she’d worn every day since he gave it to her. Reagan scooted closer and looked at it.
“Good job, Grant.”
He smiled at his baby sister. “Thanks.”
“It’s pretty,” Luna commented.
Grant was grinning ear to ear, and Alex nudged him in the side. “See, you did good.”
His answer was to kiss her cheek, then her ear. “I love you.”
She turned her head to respond, but he kissed her mouth before she could speak. He kept it short, which was as disappointing as it was sensible.
“Movie?” Reagan asked them all.
“Yeah, okay. Whatcha got?” Davis asked.
Reagan went through her Christmas movies, listing each title as everyone vetoed. When they were finally able to settle on something, she dimmed the lights after putting the movie in. Alex noticed that Hudson slipped in after everyone was watching the TV, sitting in one of the oversized chairs and beckoning to Reagan. It made Alex think he felt uncomfortable in his own home because of their guests.
Not long into the movie, maybe five minutes, Alex became aware of Grant’s wandering hands. He pulled the blanket off the back of the couch first, then settled his hand on her leg. She didn’t think he was brazen enough to go any further, but she was wrong. Inch by inch, he moved closer to her core. She shifted to discourage him—it was his sister’s house, after all, and they were in a room full of people—but it didn’t deter hm. He shifted with her until she was pressed against the arm of the couch.
When he found her center, she shot him a look, but he was staring straight ahead. He ran one finger up and down the seam of her jeans until she was breathing through her nose and trying not to make a sound. He’d been insatiable since she’d known him, but she thought he could wai
t until they made it back to their hotel room. It didn’t seem he had those same plans. He continued his movements, and she bit her lip. It wasn’t going to get her off, but it was making her hot. She squirmed and finally decided that turnabout was fair play. She put her hand on his lap and stroked the hard length hiding behind the seam of his jeans. He lifted his hips, and she took that as encouragement. She continued, and he upped the game, unfastening her pants and slipping a hand inside. Her angle and the tightness of her pants made it impossible for him to get too far, but he tried. He could almost reach her clit; if only she slumped back more.
She couldn’t decide if that was what she wanted. To be touched by him was marvelous, and she knew she was going to have sex later in the evening, but to do things here? She didn’t think she wanted to be that exhibitionist. She sat straight up, restricting his access down her pants. He went back to rubbing the outside, and she did the same. He panted a bit, and she almost laughed before she caught herself. It wouldn’t do to have anyone turn and stare at them and guess at what they were doing. She didn’t want them making assumptions when she’d already put a stop to it.
The movie was halfway over when Grant leaned over to take her earlobe in between his teeth. She whimpered low in her throat and closed her eyes. He was playing dirty.
“You don’t want me to make you come?” he whispered in her ear.
She shook her head and took her hand from his lap.
“Why not, baby? I want to watch you come.”
She faced him, but he was still looking at her. She pushed on his cheek until he was facing forward again and spoke into his ear. “Because there’s a room full of people and I won’t defile your sister’s couch.”
He shook, and she assumed he was holding back laughter.
“Besides, how many times do you suppose Hudson has done the same and more to Reagan on this very couch?”
He turned back to her with a scowl. She scowled in return until he faced the movie once more.
When the lights were turned back on, Luna was asleep on Davis’s shoulder. They were on the other end of the couch, curled up in the opposite corner. Alex thought that they really were perfect for each other and hoped that Luna got over her misgivings about his family or whatever her true reasons were. She had a feeling Davis could make Luna happy.
“It looks like everyone is tired,” Reagan said from Hudson’s lap. Alex almost snorted at the expression on Hudson’s face. She knew what those two would be doing when everyone left.
Davis didn’t move, but looked at Reagan. “I’ll wake her and we’ll go.”
Reagan and Hudson walked everyone to the door to say their goodbyes. Grant kissed his sister’s cheek and shook hands with Hudson. Alex figured it was better than nothing at all. She hugged both of them, pleased when Hudson hugged her back. She thought that he was like the third wheel, or in this case the fifth. He didn’t quite fit in with anyone but Reagan.
None of the four people walking to their cars said anything. They would see each other one more time the next day, and then they would go their separate ways for a long time. Alex might never actually see Luna or Davis again after that.
Once they were seated in her car, Alex spoke up. “You know I don’t mind you playing with me, but I would probably die of embarrassment if your sister or anyone else caught us.”
“They were doing the same thing,” he chuckled.
“They were not!” she protested.
“You don’t know that. Come on, Reagan was in Hudson’s lap for two hours. You think they weren’t doing stuff in the dark?”
Alex hadn’t planned on telling him what she suspected of those two, but apparently he already knew. “At least you’re willing to admit that Reagan has sex.”
“Not willing enough that I want to discuss it.”
He had a point. “But Luna and Davis are supposedly just friends. They weren’t doing anything.”
“As far as we know, they’re just friends. But they could be friends with benefits and we wouldn’t know.”
“Huh, I guess you’re right. I talked to Hudson, by the way.”
“You did?” They pulled into the hotel parking lot, and he found a spot not too far from the door.
“Yeah, while you guys were looking at the blow up drunk Santa. I told him it wasn’t his business if Davis was chasing after Luna. He said he’s just trying to protect everyone’s feelings.”
Grant got out and went around to open her door. “Maybe Hudson isn’t the worst guy on the planet, but not liking Davis because he likes Luna is just odd.”
“He agreed with me, so maybe he’ll think about what I said.” She leaned into his side as they made their way up the sidewalk. They could see their breath every time they exhaled.
“You fit right in, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“I would love to think so.”
They walked hand in hand into the hotel, rode up the elevator, and went to their room. As soon as the door closed behind them, Grant pushed her against it.
“I believe you owe me something,” he growled, and leaned in to bite her neck.
Chapter 22
Grant woke up on Christmas morning in the best mood. He had plans for the day, and they made him happy. More than that, they made him realize how lucky he’d been. The biggest reason for his happiness lay sprawled on her stomach next to him, her dark hair tangled around her face. He hadn’t quite figured out how she could breathe with that much hair over her mouth. Her back was smooth, her skin appearing lightly tanned, and he knew how soft all that hair felt under his fingertips. Grant smiled as he brushed her hair over her shoulder so he could see her features. Alex faced him, her lips parted just a bit. She was soft and feminine when she wanted to be, and hard and tomboy-ish when the mood suited her. He liked that she wasn’t pretentious or standoffish as he’d originally thought. It was hard to believe that he’d met her in June. It felt more like it had been weeks instead of months. He only wished he’d smartened up and told her he loved her sooner; there wasn’t a part of her he didn’t love.
He thought back to the night before when they’d returned to the hotel. He found it cute when she denied him a bit of fun at his sister’s house, and he could see her point. Being denied left him horny, and picturing her coming undone only left him needing her more once they’d returned. She didn’t complain when he pushed her against the door and fucked her right there with their clothes still on; she encouraged him.
“Alex,” he whispered. She didn’t stir, so he trailed his fingers over her backside. “Alex,” he said a little louder.
“Hm?”
“Do you want to wake up? It’s Christmas morning.”
“Maybe. Is there coffee?”
He chuckled. “No, but I can make that happen.”
“‘K. Wake me when it’s ready.”
Instead, he moved his fingers from the swell of her ass to between her cheeks. She squirmed. “Wake up, baby.”
She lifted her ass in the air. “Mm-hm.”
He found her wet already, but he knew he could make her gush. Reaching, he pressed into her pussy and found the spot that made her scream his name. He massaged it with his fingertip, shifting on the bed until he could reach under her and find her clit with the fingers on the opposite hand.
“Baby, do you want me to make you come?”
Her long moan of pleasure was his answer.
He swirled his forefinger over her clit, indeed finding her wetter than when he first began. She blinked at him, and he wished he could pull one of her nipples into his mouth. Alas, neither of them were that . . . bendy.
“Oh God.” Her lids slipped closed and she shuddered, clenching the pillow in her fist. Suddenly, her arm shot toward him and he was surprised to find her gripping his shoulder.
“Oh, Grant, yes. Don’t stop, oh, don’t stop.”
Pre-cum leaked from the head of his cock at her moaned pleas. “Come for me, Alex.”
She cried out, her muscles trembling and her body quakin
g. She lay on his arm so heavily he had to stop moving that hand, but he continued with the other until all of her rocking had stopped. He pulled his arm away and rose above her, kissing all over her cheeks and lower back before settling his hands on either side of her head. He kissed her shoulders, and she flipped her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck. His cock was insistent against her ass, and she rose to all fours, welcoming him inside her. Now he could take handfuls of tits, could roll her nipples until she cried out loudly. Now he could fuck her hard and take his own pleasure.