“I’m finding this hard to believe.” Kelly wound her arms around his chest, liking the warmth of his sweatshirt and his hard body beneath. “I knew aunt Serena was into incense and charms, but I didn’t think it was real magic.”
“Think about it. Doesn’t your aunt always know things before everyone else? Don’t things always happen the way she wants?”
“I thought that was just her personality.”
“It is. She’s like my grandmother. My grandmother wants something to happen, and the universe arranges for it to happen.”
Come to think of it Aunt Serena did have an uncanny way of deciding what the future would bring. She was never wrong. And she did like to dish out advice. If you didn’t take her advice, you usually regretted it.
“You’re saying that the two of them want us to get together?” Kelly asked slowly.
Trey nodded. “That’s why we looked at each other and all the sudden wanted each other. That’s why the doors won’t open, but poof, here’s a convenient box of condoms. We’re supposed to stay in the house and have all kinds of sex and fall in love.”
Kelly met his beautiful blue gaze. “Of all the nerve.”
“Yep.”
“Like we aren’t grownups who can make our own decisions.”
“Like we can’t figure out what we want,” he agreed.
Kelly’s ire rose. “I’m calling them right now and telling them what I think.”
She crawled across the bed, Trey appreciatively watching her breasts sway. She picked up the phone and started to punch her aunt’s number, then she stopped. “The phone is dead.”
“Yep.” Trey leaned back, his hands around one knee. “Figured as much.”
Kelly slammed down the receiver. “I have a cell phone.”
“So do I. How much you want to bet we can’t get a signal?”
“They can’t do this to us,” Kelly fumed.
“They’re doing it.”
She turned around, kneeling on the bed, her arms folded. “We should just play cards the rest of the night, to show them who they can push around.”
“We could.” Trey laid down across the bed, resting his warm hands on Kelly’s thigh. “But I don’t really want to.”
Kelly didn’t really want to, either. Trey was to die for, and a card game would be a waste of time. Unless they could turn it into strip poker…
“I guess we’ll have to make the best of it,” she said softly.
“Guess so.” His voice was equally as soft.
He dipped his hand between her thighs and parted her legs. “We could play with Mr. X a little,” he said. “Or you could just have me.”
Kelly tangled her fingers in his black, thick hair. “I’ll choose you.”
“Thank you.”
She grinned suddenly. “We’ll save Mr. X for later.”
He looked up at her, his eyes dark. “Oh, you’re asking for it, sweetheart.”
He dragged her down the bed, flipped her over, and slapped her ass with his hand. Kelly squealed, loving it.
She never thought she’d want a man to spank her—she’d never, ever have asked her ex—but she liked it with Trey. It stung and it tickled and it turned her on.
“On your back, baby.”
She rolled over again, lying full length, parting her legs a little, so he would see how wet her pussy was for him. He looked and licked his lips. His tight jeans showed his cock rigid and hard again, a huge bulge, and he didn’t bother to hide it.
“Hands above your head.”
He slid his belt off. Shivering, Kelly raised her hands and rested them on the pillows above her.
Trey crawled over her, his sweatshirt brushing her breasts, grabbed her wrists, and wrapped the leather belt around them. He looped the end of the belt around a post in her decorative iron headboard and tied it in a makeshift knot.
“There,” he said. “You’re mine.”
Kelly laid still, her hands over her head, arms stretched. She could probably get away if she really wanted to, but she didn’t really want to.
His clothes rubbing her body made her shiver with excitement. He kissed her face, then her neck and throat, tickling his tongue over her skin. She lifted herself toward him, wanting more.
He licked his way down to her breasts, then spent time suckling and lapping her nipples. He closed hard fingers around the globe of one breast and lifted it into his mouth.
She dropped her head back, loving the feel of his tongue and teeth. She should be more worried, being trapped in the house, the phone dead, and him binding her to the bed, but she wasn’t.
She loved it. She was locked in a box with Trey Kincaid, the most gorgeous man in Makeview. At twenty-one he’d been plenty cute—at thirty, he was stunning.
She wished she could run her hands all through his hair as he suckled her, but her wrists were tied to the bedstead, gloriously bound. She wriggled, as though trying to get free, and he bit her playfully.
“You wind me up any harder, baby, and I’ll explode,” he said.
She smiled, feeling wild and wicked. She could wind him up, she could get him hard. Her, plain old Kelly St. Clair.
He moved his tongue down to her navel, giving it a few licks, then he went to work on her pussy. Like before, he really knew what he was doing. He licked her clit, moving it back and forth under its tiny sheath. He pressed his tongue onto her hood, stroking hard, while dark tingles raced through her body.
He nipped her and sucked her clit, then delved his tongue into her opening. “Trey,” she whispered, lifting her hips.
He backed off then, and she cried out in disappointment. But he replaced his tongue with his fingers, pushing deep inside her pussy. He planted his thumb on her clit and moved it back and forth, back and forth.
“Fuck,” she said hoarsely.
She was going to come. Way too soon. Please not yet, not yet, she begged her body.
Trey rubbed her, his thumb a point of fire, his fingers inside her widening and opening her. She was so wet, she could feel her juices pouring over his hand.
“Please, not yet,” she gasped.
“Well, all right.” Trey slowly withdrew his fingers. She whimpered in disappointment, then forgot about it when he began to strip.
Kneeling over her, he slid off his sweatshirt and tossed it away, his hard-muscled torso a feast for her eyes. He’d already kicked off his boots, and now he popped the button of his jeans and unzipped them.
His cock tumbled out, thick and engorged, the shaft red from base to head. She ran an eye over it, knowing it was bigger and harder and longer than any vibrator could be. She wanted it in her mouth, she wanted it in her hands, she wanted it in her pussy.
“Kelly,” he said. He shoved the jeans all the way off and dropped them on the floor. “I really want to fuck you.”
“Fine by me.” She spread her legs wider, wanting to pull him in.
He grinned at her, then went through the process of opening the box of condoms, selecting one, peeling back the wrapper, and pinching the end. He made each movement slow and deliberate, like he was putting on a show for her.
He rubbed his cock with his thumb and forefinger, then slid the end of the condom on it, unrolling it slowly. It fit him tight, making his cock shiny.
She wanted him in her bare, but this might be a one-night stand. A Christmas Eve stand. The thought made her wistful, but at the same time, she was determined to enjoy every second of it.
“Lift your hips a little,” he murmured.
He leaned down and kissed her mouth, his lips warm and seductive, then he positioned himself between her legs, resting the tip of his cock against her opening.
“Ready?” he asked.
Kelly strained at her bonds, wanting to grab him and pull him inside but not able to. “Ready,” she said, a little breathlessly.
Slowly, stretching her, making her ache and love it at the same time, he pushed his cock all the way in.
* * * * *
Why the hel
l did I ever leave Makeview?
Trey moaned. Career, college, financial success, it was nothing compared to the feel of Kelly closing snug around him. She was tight, she was oh-so tight, and she squeezed every inch of him.
Home, he thought, I’ve come home. Then he began to move.
Kelly squirmed and squealed under him, her body covered with a sheen of sweat, her pussy full of honey. She’d almost climaxed under the assault of his tongue, then his fingers, and now she was rocking and wriggling, straining against the belt that held her to the bed.
He slid all the way in, right to his balls, feeling her ass against his hard testicles. He held himself up with his rigid arms, fists sinking into the mattress on either side of her. She turned her head and licked his forearm, tongue strong and wet.
His cock pulsed, the seed building, wanting to escape. He lowered himself onto her, still braced to not hurt her with his weight, and she lifted eager lips to his.
They kissed and kissed, tongues sliding over each other as they tried to taste as much of each other as possible.
Trey’s balls lifted hard and tight, pressing him forward. He shoved into her with strong thrusts, feeling her curls of hair around his base, feeling his balls banging her ass.
Kelly lifted to meet him, her pelvis hard against his, pushing herself onto him as far as she could. The walls of her cunt pulsed around him, the sweetest, hottest feeling he’d ever had.
When she’d asked him downstairs to bend her over and spank her, he thought he’d die. Who knew that sweet, shy Kelly liked it a little hot? She liked being tied with his belt, too, if the expression of rapture on her face was any indication.
Love it, love it, love it, he thought with each thrust. Love you.
Did he love her?
You’d better believe it.
“Kelly,” he panted. “I’m gonna come.”
She ran her bare feet up his calves, lifting her hips, swallowing him inside her. Spasms fluttered behind his balls, sending his seed up, and then he was coming and coming, squirting deep in mindless thrusts.
He shoved his fingers between them, his thumb pressing her clit, and she let out a moan. “Trey. Yes, ohhhh.”
“Baby, thank you.”
He kept coming, kept pumping into her, his cock not ready to give up yet. She squeezed him hard, drawing every last bit out of him, squealing with her own pleasure.
Trey stroked and felt her as long as he could, riding it out hard and fast. Black dots swam across his vision, and he thought he’d pass out. Manfully, he kept his eyes open and his breathing going while he fucked her until the very last minute.
Finally, he collapsed beside her, then, with his fingers and his tongue, brought her to climax twice more. She strained and screamed, nearly breaking the belt and the headboard itself.
By the time her cries died down to breathy sighs, he was hard as a rock again, and he rolled over her and fucked her again. And then again.
At last, when they were both drooping with tiredness, Trey loosened the belt and let her hands go.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispered as he kissed her lips. He dragged the now messed up quilt over the top of them and snuggled down with her into a warm nest. “I love you.”
She stared at him, brown eyes wide, lashes thick against her cheeks. “Trey…”
“Shh.” He put his fingers against her lips to stop her saying something like, That’s sweet, but I just want to be friends.
Kelly watched him a moment longer, then her mouth relaxed into a smile. “Merry Christmas, Trey,” she said, then closed her lovely eyes and drifted off to sleep. Trey followed her not long after that, utterly exhausted and loving what had made him that way.
* * * * *
“So, honey, you think it worked?” Across town, Serena swept the salt circle from the table and plopped tiredly into a chair.
“I sure hope so,” Mary answered. She’d put on a flamboyant Christmas sweater with a hunky elf who looked like Orlando Bloom on it. “Trey is too damn stubborn to see what’s under his nose.”
Serena nodded. “I thought for sure those two would get together years ago. I couldn’t believe Kelly didn’t even call Trey, or try to see him again.”
Mary shook her head. “She was young. At that age, you figure you have your whole life to sort out that stuff. But it goes by so fast.”
“Trey will figure out what we did, you know. He’s a smart boy.”
Mary shrugged and sat down at the table. “Doesn’t matter. He loves Kelly, and maybe this will make him get up the gumption to tell her.”
“And Kelly loves him.”
Mary scowled. “Damn kids. That little bit of lock magic wore me out. Not to mention popping that box of condoms from the convenience store to her bedroom. Remind me to drop some money by for that.”
Serena grinned and got to her feet. “I know what we need.” She dug out a bottle of champagne she’d been saving for Christmas dinner. She knew were Mary kept the glasses and brought some to the table. She popped the cork, let the foam gush, and laughed.
“Here’s to us,” she said, pouring the champagne into glasses. “The smartest women in Makeview.”
“They’re gonna yell at us,” Mary said, grinning. Serena sat down, and they clinked glasses.
“You bet,” Serena said, and they drank.
Chapter Five
Kelly woke Christmas morning feeling both sore and relaxed. For a few minutes, she couldn’t decide why she felt so warm and happy, then she remembered Trey coming to the door, Trey coming inside, Trey spanking her.
The night’s activities swept through her mind in a rush, and she blushed. She remembered him tying her up with the belt, and her loving it, which made her blush more.
The only problem now was, both Trey and the belt were gone.
Kelly sat up straight, her hair crackling as it came off the quilt. Trey’s clothes were gone, and he was nowhere in sight.
A cold feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. He wouldn’t leave without a word, would he? Without a goodbye, without a kiss, without even a Merry Christmas?
Then again, maybe he would. Kelly scrambled up from the bed, grabbed her discarded orange sweats and put them on. There was no sign of Trey in the upstairs hall, in the guestroom, or in the bathroom, although the wet shower curtain and a towel on the counter told her he’d been there.
When she was halfway down the stairs, she realized that the smell of brewing coffee permeated the house. She relaxed, holding onto the banisters. When John had lived here with her, he’d always gotten up early and made the coffee. She’d gotten so used to the smell she hadn’t noticed it.
Then again, Trey could have started the coffeemaker for her and departed. But why would he?
“Trey?” she called softly.
“Down here.”
She nearly collapsed in relief. Last night, when he’d looked down at her and said, I love you, her whole world had spun around. She hadn’t been able to say anything back around the lump in her throat.
She stepped off the stairs and glided into the living room, then stopped, her heart thumping.
Trey was under the tree. He’d stripped off again—or maybe he’d never gotten dressed. He had wrapping paper around his middle, his cowboy boots on, and his hat on his head, pushed back so he could see her.
“Mornin’,” he said.
Kelly touched her fingers to her lips. He looked delectable with his tanned and muscular chest, his legs tight and bare and laced with wiry black hair. The paper pulled away a little at his right hip, revealing the curve of a pale buttock pressed into the carpet.
And here she was, once more in her bright orange sweats with her hair a complete mess.
“Oh,” she said, her heart beating faster. “I didn’t get you anything.”
“Yes you did.” He nodded, his hat slipping. “You sure did, sweetheart. I loved every minute of it.”
She flushed, remembering how she’d eagerly taken off her clothes for him and let hi
m squirt whipped cream all over her in the kitchen.
He gave her a slow smile, telling her he remembered that and possibly wanted to do it some more. “So,” he said, his Texas drawl slow. “Are ya’ll gonna unwrap me?”
Kelly bit her lip, then dashed to him, slammed to her knees under the tree, and tore the paper off the best Christmas present she ever had.
He was naked underneath, his cock standing up, all satiny and warm, the tip moist. Kelly thrust off her ugly sweats, vowing never to wear them again. She took his cock in her hand, loving the smooth feel of it, loving how the bead of moisture on the tip moved slick under her thumb.
She leaned down and licked him, inhaling his smell, sucking the cock into her mouth. He moved, hips rising, and she saw his hands ball to fists on the carpet.
“Kelly, fuck me,” he said softly. “Ride me.”
Kelly ignored him a few minutes, driving him crazy licking him and running her fingers lightly up and down his shaft. Then she slanted him a smile, straddled him on the floor, and lowered herself down on top of him.
He closed his eyes, his head dropping back. His cock went all the way up inside her, straight and tall, like a flagpole. She moved her hips, gripping the base of the cock with the folds of her pussy.
Then, slowly at first, she began to rock back and forth on him.
Someone had once told her that to sit the canter on a horse, a woman should think of how she moved when she was on top of a man. The same thing worked in reverse. The little scoop movement she made when letting her horse lope across the dry valleys worked wonders on Trey.
He clenched his teeth and his fists, and moved his hips in time with hers. “Hot damn,” he groaned.
He went up and in, grinding over and over, Kelly’s pussy widening and so slick that he almost slid out. She sat down harder. He gripped her hands and they rode together, scooping and pumping.
And then he came, squirting high up into her.
Kelly moaned her own release, climaxing hard and fast.
A moment later, the doorbell rang.
Kelly jumped about a foot. Trey grabbed her, and slowly eased her off his cock.
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