Home for the Holidays

by Darling, Lucy

  “I have my moments.”

  She sits down on the edge of her bed. Fucking hell. She really does look like an angel. Then I must be the devil. Here I am in her childhood bedroom, and all I can think about is pushing her back onto her bed and finding out if she really is a virgin like she said.

  I knew the words were true the moment they passed her plump lips, and her cheeks tinted pink. I should leave. Tell her I’ll be back to pick her up when we have to go to my parents’. I know it’s what I should do, but for some reason the words don’t leave my mouth.

  Why would I want to go home when I can sleep in this bed tonight with her? I’ve never shared a bed with anyone before. Before now it sounded miserable. I rather enjoy my space and privacy. But the thought that being in bed with her will give me an excuse to touch her has me singing a whole new fucking tune. My gut keeps telling me to stay close to her. I always trust my gut. It’s gotten me far in life.

  “This is weird.” She starts to fidget.

  “Why?” I clear the space between us. She tilts her head back to look up at me.

  “I've never had a boy in my room before.” Her tongue peeks out, swiping her bottom lip.

  “That is not helping me right now.”

  She gives me a confused look. I reach down and adjust my cock. I didn't know a person could be hard for so long. Angel’s eyes go round for a moment, putting together what I meant.

  “Sorry?” Now she goes and bites her bottom lip. How is everything she does so damn sexy? I’ve never been this way over a woman.

  Something had drawn me to her from the start. At first I thought she was only a solution to the situation I’d gotten myself into, but with each passing hour I am beginning to believe it was way more than that. She stands out in a way that has me losing my damn mind. She makes me feel things that I never thought were in the cards for me.

  I put my hands in my pocket. “I want you, Angel.”

  “Want me for what?” She gets an adorably confused look on her face.

  “I think you know.” Her eyes drop to my cock. “You want me too.” I felt the heat of her body. She is attracted to me too. I don’t see why we can’t explore that. “That kiss was…” I can’t think of a word for it. Not one that does it justice anyway.

  “Was it good?” she asks, taking a shot at my ego. “It felt different. When I kissed—” I cut her off with my mouth, not wanting to hear the rest of that shit. She gasps as I pin her to the bed. Fuck, I’m even surprised by how fast I moved to get to her.

  “Don’t want to hear about you kissing anyone else.” Anger runs through my body.

  “Okay,” she agrees when I release her mouth for a moment. I claim it again immediately, wanting to erase any kiss she’s had before me. She goes soft in my arms, letting me kiss her all I want. I groan when she takes a nip at my bottom lip. The small shot of pain unexpectedly goes straight to my cock, making my balls draw up.

  Holy fuck, what has this girl done to me? I’m about to come all over myself. I shouldn't be surprised at this point. Everything about this Angel is unexpected.

  9

  Angel

  He wants me. He lets out a low groan as he deepens the kiss. I feel his cock press into my sex. I shift my hips, and this time it’s me that’s letting out a moan. I slip my tongue into his mouth, tasting him.

  I’m not sure what’s come over me, but at this point I don’t really care. I’m guessing with the attraction I have for him that it’s not going to be very hard to pretend Logan and I at least have some level of passion between us.

  “Fuck.” He grunts and is suddenly gone. My eyes fly open to watch him head for my bedroom door. For a second I think he’s leaving until I hear the lock click into place. He looks a bit disheveled but still too damn handsome for his own good.

  I watch as he walks back toward me. I swear I have to clench my thighs together at the sight. My heart starts to race from the look in his eyes. It’s almost one that you see when an animal is stalking their prey. That look that tells you that they’re starved for them and won’t make it another second without a taste.

  “What have you done to me?” I hear him say under his breath. I don’t get a chance to respond before he’s on me again.

  This time his kiss is more frantic. My hands are all over him. I’m not sure what I’m trying to do, but I want to touch him everywhere. He rocks his cock against me, giving me the friction I need. My fingers grip his shoulders as he rocks back and forth, hitting my clit with each stroke.

  “Logan.” I whimper out his name.

  “I know what you need, sweetness. I’ve got you.” His voice is so tender and sweet that I trust him to take care of me as he said. “You want me to make you come?” he asks. His mouth leaves mine to kiss along my jaw. “All you have to do is ask.”

  “Please. Logan.”

  “Fuck me. I want to make you beg for me, but you ask so sweetly.” He pulls away from me. I try to grab at him, but the man is too quick.

  “Don’t go.” I sit up to make another grab for him. My body needs release now.

  “Not going anywhere.” He pulls at my shoes, letting them drop to the floor. Then he’s pulling my leggings down with my underwear. I sit there in shock for a moment. I’m half naked in bed with a man I only met this morning. I have no idea how this is happening, but I don't want it to stop.

  He reaches up, pulling off his sweater. I knew the man was going to be built. You can see it without him having to take his shirt off. He’s not all fine lines like you would see on some GQ magazine, but dear God, the man is sexy as hell. He is a solid brute force which reminds me of one of those football men my dad and brother are always shouting at on the TV.

  “Spread your legs.” I watch as he undoes his pants. Are we going to have sex? I swallow. “If you want me to make you come you have to spread your legs, Angel.” I tentatively spread my legs wider.

  Logan’s nose flares as his eyes focus between my thighs. It takes everything I have not to close my legs. My shy nature threatens to take over, but I push it down based on the way he’s looking at me.

  “You really are innocent, aren't you?” He places one knee on the bed. His fingers trail up my calf and keep moving. “You don’t have to answer me. I’m going to taste it on you. You’re going to need to be quiet. Can you do that?” I nod my head yes, although I have no idea if I’ll be able to keep that promise. I’ve never done this before.

  Before I can try to figure out what he meant when he said he’d taste it on me, I feel his warm breath on my sex. I let out a loud gasp when the next thing I know his face is buried between my thighs. My hand flies to my mouth to muffle the sounds that are coming from me. Logan’s fingers dig into my hip as his mouth devours me.

  At first his tongue is everywhere. He is tasting me before he puts all of his focus on my clit. I close my eyes tight, not sure if I can take whatever it is that is building inside of me. I know it’s an orgasm, but I have no doubt it’s not going to be like any I’ve ever had before.

  “Logan.” I moan his name behind my hand. I can’t believe we are doing this. His tongue slips down the lips of my sex before he’s thrusting it in and out of me.

  “Fuck you’re tight,” he growls against me. He keeps pumping his tongue in and out. His hand holding my hip lets go. He replaces his tongue with one of his thick, long fingers, that mouth of his going back to my clit.

  He sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking back and forth. I’m so close. A little more and I’ll be done for. As if hearing my silent plea, Logan hooks his finger inside of me. I go off. I cry out behind my hand as the sweetest pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life runs through my body.

  Logan kisses each of my thighs before placing one more kiss on my sex. When the bed shifts, I open my eyes to watch him pull his hand out from inside of his pants. He licks his lips, and I feel myself start to get turned on all over again.

  “How am I still hard?” he grits out. His jaw is tight, and I think he might be mad
.

  “Sorry?” I offer, not sure if that’s my fault really. I kind of hope it is. I’ve never thought of myself as sexy, but Logan is making me feel that way with all of his heated looks and the fact that he can’t seem to keep his hands off me.

  “Sorry?” Some of the tension leaves his body. His lips twitch. He takes a step back toward me but stops when his phone rings. He pulls it out. I think he’s going to answer it, but he clears the call tossing it away without a thought.

  He makes his way back over to the bed, coming down on top of me. I wrap myself around him as he kisses me again. I have no idea what is happening. We might be playing with fire. Or at least I am. This man could burn me. He’s from a whole other world than I am. At this moment I can’t find the will to care as I kiss him back as deeply as he kisses me.

  “Dinner!” I hear my mom shout, bringing me back to reality. Logan pulls back, resting his forehead against mine as we both try and catch our breath.

  I think I might have bitten off more than I could chew when I agreed to this deal. I might not only lose my virginity to this man but my heart too.

  10

  Logan

  Angel lies with her head on my chest. Her hair is spread out all over the place. I don’t know how I got like this with her, but I don’t want it to stop. I am still somewhat shocked that her parents let us share a room.

  I could tell that her brother Beau was pissed about it. I’d gotten a few looks from her dad too, but I think he’s waiting to catch me alone. I have no doubt the man wants a few words with me. He was being friendly yesterday in front of his wife and daughter, but I have no doubt it will be a different story later.

  I play with her hair. I’ve been doing it most of the night. I had no idea something could be as soft as she is. After dinner, everyone sat around and talked in the kitchen. Angel and her mom made cookies. This family is hard to wrap my head around.

  I had no idea these types of families existed outside of the movies. They are a modern day version of Leave it to Beavers or some shit. It’s no surprise how sweet Angel is considering she grew up like this.

  My phone goes off again. I snag it off the end table, seeing it's my mom for the fifth time this morning. I’d gotten a few from her last night but I ignored them, wanting to stay lost in the normalcy of Angel’s family.

  I know my mom must have seen something about Angel, and that’s why she’s calling. I’m sure she’s pissed. Normally I don’t care, but after watching Angel with her family, how in the hell am I going to drop her in the shark tank that is my family? They are going to eat her alive. The thought pisses me off and has me powering off my phone altogether. Maybe I should skip seeing them this year. But then Angel would have a reason to send me packing.

  She shifts her legs, tangling them with mine. This is the sweetest torture of my life. The second my mouth landed on her pussy yesterday I knew I was done for. The girl is sweet everywhere. We’d barely gotten back into her bedroom last night and I was on her again.

  She melted under me and let me have my way with her. I ate her until she passed out, not trusting myself. If she was asleep I couldn’t try and fuck her. But when she’s coming in my mouth and her little pussy is clenching around my finger, my self-control hangs by a very fine thread.

  A small moan leaves her lips. Is she dreaming? “Logan.” She moans my name, her chest pushing into my side. I can feel her hard nipples against me. I haven't gotten to taste them yet. I reach down and slip my hand into my sweatpants, giving my cock a squeeze so the fucker will calm the hell down.

  When she lets out another moan, I’m done for. I move her onto her back and slip down her body. If she wants to get off then I’ll get her off. I latch on to her clit. Her eyes fly open, her hand going to my short hair.

  “Logan.” She tries to lift her hips to rub her pussy against my face, but I keep her pinned in place, devouring her with my mouth as I stroke myself to release. I am taking something I shouldn't be. She’s too good and pure, and I’ve pulled her right under to use for my own needs. I truly am a bastard.

  It still doesn’t stop me. I don’t stop until she’s coming for me. The sweet sounds of her soft moans, and the taste of her on my tongue sends me right over with her. I crawl back up her body, kissing her. Even her mouth is addictive. I’ve never understood kissing before her, but now I get it.

  “Morning.” She gives me a sleepy smile that hits me right in the fucking chest, causing an ache to form.

  “Morning,” I say back. Unable to help myself, I kiss her again.

  “What time is it?” she asks, stretching. Her nipples are poking through her shirt. I really need to get her alone. More than that, I need to get her out of this house and into my bed. There I know that no one will bother us.

  “Almost nine.”

  “Oh!” She tries to push at my chest so I can let her up, but I don’t move. “Logan.”

  “Another kiss and I’ll free you.” She rises up, giving me her mouth without question. As always, I take whatever she gives me like a stray, wanting any kind of attention I can get from her. I roll off her back onto the bed as she rushes out of the bed and into her bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

  I glare at the door, wishing it weren’t there. When I bought my new penthouse a few years ago I never understood the appeal of an open bathroom to the bedroom. But now I one hundred percent get it.

  The thought of lying back in bed and watching her get ready for her day has my cock getting hard. Why does that sound so appealing to me? What is it about this girl that has stolen all my attention and has me doing and thinking of shit I never pondered before? It’s as though she’s put me under some sort of spell. One that I want her to continue to cast if it means I get to spend more time with her.

  The bathroom door flings open, and out she pops with a giant smile on her face. I suck in a deep breath taking her in. She’s a vision, one that makes my throat grow tight, has my heart beating a little faster and my cock begging to be deep inside her sweet cunt.

  She’s got on a pair of tight black pants that leave nothing to the imagination and a sweater that lights up. I take every inch of her in, wishing I could strip her of those clothes and make her scream my name over and over again.

  My thoughts are interrupted by a loud noise that sounds from outside of the house. Unsure of what the hell is happening, I immediately go to Angel and pull her behind me. I swear I can feel her silently shaking with laughter against my back.

  “A. You’re late. You coming or not?” a female voice yells from outside. I walk over to the window and look down to see a blond woman set to haul what looks to be another rock at the house. “Is that a guy in your bedroom? What the hell, A?” I turn to look at Angel, who can no longer hold herself together. She is now laughing out loud, and hearing those sounds makes a warm feeling hit my chest. Heartburn? No, heartburn doesn't feel good.

  “Logan, meet my best friend Carey,” she says seconds before she steps around me to get to the window and throws it open. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

  “You have a lot of explaining to do!” Carey shouts as Angel closes the window. She turns to look at me.

  “I’ll see you in an hour. There will be food and coffee in the kitchen, so help yourself. I have to bring Carey up to date before she blows up all of our plans because she will if I don’t get down there. Think you can survive my family for a little?” Those plump kissable lips of hers form into a smirk. Little does she know that my family is a bunch of life-sucking vampires so I can survive anything hers throws at me. She doesn't let me answer. “See you later.” I watch as she picks up her bag and heads out of the bedroom door, leaving me alone. Something I usually enjoy.

  It only makes me want to get her back to my place sooner. Where I can lock her up in my house with me and throw away the key.

  11

  Angel

  “What the hell is going on?” Carey says the second I step out the front door. I guess she is one of the few that hasn't seen the
article online. It’s not super surprising. “I can’t…” She stops talking, her eyes looking past me. I glance over my shoulder to see my brother standing there.

  “We’re going for coffee,” I tell him.

  “Carey,” he says by way of greeting. She gives him a smile back. “Didn’t know you were back home.” Carey has lived next door to us since middle school.

  “Take the car,” Logan says, appearing behind my brother before Carey can answer him.

  “I can drive,” Carey says, holding up the keys to her truck.

  “You might as well let my driver take you or he’ll have to follow. Security.”

  “Security?” Carey asks before I can.

  “Yes, Angel must have forgotten. It can be one of the downsides to marrying a Duncan.”

  “Those are adding up quickly,” my brother mutters. I open my mouth but close it.

  “Take the car, sweetness. Nick can take you.”

  “Okay.” I nod in agreement. I want to ask five million questions, but I can’t because these are things I should know if Logan is my fiancé. I expect Carey to start asking questions, but she too has shut her mouth and only follows me to Logan’s car. The driver opens the door for us, and we slip inside. When the door closes behind us, Carey seems to snap out of whatever trance she was in. She always seems to get that way when Beau is around.

  “What the hell is going on?” I open my mouth and suddenly remember the stupid paper Kelly had made me sign on the plane. The non-disclosure agreement. To be honest I’m not sure what that fully entails, but I’m sure it means that I need to keep our deal to myself. I should have asked more questions, but Logan was asking me about my life.