“Maybe you should check?” I respond over my shoulder, meeting his smouldering gaze. My own voice sounds a little forced, as he’s got my ass on full display in front of his face now, his mouth inches from my skin.
“I say we should find out, baby.” He rubs the globes of my ass before running his tongue along my skin, then teasingly begins gliding a few fingers underneath me. They run along my slit, his fingers eliciting a slick sound as they slide, giving him proof of what he has no doubt already guessed. I’m drenched.
“Beyond fucking ready. Yeah, I love these p.j.’s. Go lay on the bed, Trin. I need a little taste. I wanna watch you fall apart. I fucking love the way you melt on my tongue, the way your body arches off the bed and how you tug at my hair while I eat that sweet pussy of yours. It drives me insane in the best possible way.”
I climb onto the middle of the bed, desire humming through my entire body. Knowing how good Hendrix makes me feel—is going to make me feel—my body is shaking, ready for his touch.
“That’s it. Now, lie down, gorgeous.”
Falling onto my back, I squeeze my legs tightly in anticipation. His smooth tongue slides across my neck, igniting a fire I feel all over my body, awareness pooling between my legs as he rubs my clit through the fabric. “Such a good girl. You want me to make you feel good, Trinny?”
“Yes.”
“Good, that’s what I want, too.” He kisses me while hovering over top of me. Taking my zipper’s slider between his teeth and giving it a little tug, the zip moves down the smallest of fractions. “You’re perfection, Trin, always so eager.” Dropping the tab from his mouth, he kneels up, palming his hard length. My eyes immediately dart to the fleecy material covering his huge cock. “Do you see what you do to me? How bloody hard you make me?”
Watching, I’m fascinated as his big hands start rubbing over the fabric. The hard ridges of his cock stand out from under the material and I can make out his entire length, enjoying memories of what he feels like inside me. Licking my lips, I try to lean up on my elbows. I want him in my mouth.
“No way. Not yet, greedy. I want you first.” He leans back down, taking the zipper in his teeth again. This time, he slides it down agonizingly slowly, inch by inch. I feel cool air on my stomach as Hendrix exposes my skin. “You smell like fruit roll-ups, Trin. Did I tell you they’ve become my new favourite snack over the last few months? Not as yummy as you, but I like ’em a lot. One day, I’m gonna stick ’em all over you and eat them right off this delicious-smelling body.”
“Yeah…” is the only thing that comes to mind as his warm tongue tugs at my left nipple, the one he’s just exposed. Running his tongue along my breastbone, he inhales my scent over and over while flickering his tongue along the sensitive skin, his stubble adding to the friction, making me whimper and arch my back up into his touch. His fingers work in tandem to tweak at my nipples, before he moves to cover each with his mouth in turn. The feeling of his tongue as he slides it along each pebbled tip is driving me crazy. Reaching for his head, I entwine my fingers in his hair and force his mouth against my breasts, in fear he’ll pull away.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I know this feels good, I love sucking your tits and making you feel good, but I need your pussy on my tongue, Trin. I’m fucking aching for it,” he growls, then moves back to the zipper and finally tugs it the rest of the way down, exposing my throbbing pussy.
“O—okay. Oh, fuck, I’m…I need you, yes…” I can’t find the words as his tongue trails down my stomach to my hipbones. He runs his tongue along each one, eliciting multiple moans.
“Ready for this, Trinny? I’m going to devour you, then I’m gonna flip you over and fuck you from behind.”
I’m incapable of speech. Bucking off the bed at his words is the best I can do to silently tell him: Fuck, yes.
48
Hendrix
Trailing hot kisses down her stomach, I inhale her sweet scent. She always smells good, it’s forever imprinted in my mind.
“Ready, for this, Trinny? I’m going to devour you, then I’m gonna flip you over and fuck you from behind.”
She doesn’t answer, but by the way she bucks her hips off the bed, I know she’s more than ready. Kissing her stomach one last time, I move to her pussy. She’s soaked, and I love knowing I’m the one who gets her going, who gets her hot and desperate for my touch. Dipping my hand down the front of her onesie, I circle her clit, causing her to moan and writhe beneath me.
“Tight. Jesus, you’re fucking tight.” I slip a finger inside her heat, her walls immediately clamping around it as I start to slide it in and out, finger fucking her. My tongue now rests on her clit, swirling at the tiny nub as it swells the more excited my girl gets. “Yeah, that’s it, baby, give me the good stuff,” I demand, the sounds of her arousal becoming increasingly noticeable with the insertion of a second finger, now working in sync with my tongue and driving her wild. Repositioning myself, I reach behind her, grabbing her soft ass cheeks and lifting her toward my mouth, slipping my face inside the opening of the onesie, my face consuming her completely the way she loves. I give her one, two, three swipes of my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, and it ignites a fire within her. She’s panting, moaning, and calling out for me to fuck her.
“Please, Hendrix. Oh, Hendrix, p—please, I want you inside. I’m going to, I’m g—going to come, I’m going to come,” she continues, while I lose myself in how beautiful and goddamn responsive she is. It’s never been like this—never have I felt like this—with anyone else. My goal is to make her get off, make her feel good. I couldn’t give a shit about me. Trinity owns me.
“Fuck, Hendrix. Now. I’m not kidding,” Trin orders, and I cave. Unzipping myself, I release my cock and flip her over. “On all fours, baby,” I demand, and she complies. Within seconds, I’ve sheathed myself in a condom and am sliding home. I’ll never tire of this feeling, so warm, wet and smooth.
“It’s about time. Fuck, that’s good…” Trin purrs, pounding her ass back rhythmically to meet my cock.
“It’s my fucking heaven. Do you know how sexy this is, Trinity? How amazing you look in this position?”
“No, can’t say I do.” She looks back, a cheeky grin sliding across her adorable flushed face, and she moves forward, almost slipping me out entirely, but doesn’t let me go. She clings on and bounces right back, taking me in to the hilt. I hiss at the motion because it feels insanely good. I feel the tingles starting at my spine already. If she keeps it up, I’ll be a goner in no time.
“Little tease,” I say, slapping her ass, which is nicely exposed in the open flap of her onesie. “This. It feels like heaven, you sliding back and forth on my cock, seeing how fucking wet you are, your juices coating me, making my cock glisten and slide in easily over and over, …oh, fuck, it’s too damn good. The way your pussy squeezes my cock, it’s a fucking warm blanket. Each time you welcome me back in, you heat me back up. You drive me insane, Trin,” I tell her, leaning into her ear, my hands reaching around her front to where her tits are hanging out. Grabbing both in my hands, I pick up the pace, riding her hard as she meets me thrust for thrust. “That’s it, Fruitloop, milk that cock. Take everything you need. Fuck, yes. You feel like perfection, the sweetest fucking perfection.”
I kiss the nape of her neck before leaning back, letting her tits go. I grab her head, gripping my hands in her hair, and start fucking her even harder. We both move in tandem until my brain is suddenly shutting off. My spine is tingling and I’m panting heavily as I thrust harder and harder, then my orgasm starts coming on in rhythmic waves until it fully takes me under. “Fuck,” I call out at the final thrust, pushing us both over the edge into oblivion. We collapse in a heap of panting, completely sated, unzipped piles of fleece on the bed, both catching our breath, donning the biggest exhausted grins.
“Best Christmas present ever,” I say, nuzzling my face into Trin’s neck.
“I definitely want in on this pajama tradition every
year. We must be sure to thank your mother,” she giggles.
49
Trinity
It’s Christmas Day. And, just as he promised, Hendrix took complete advantage of the button-flap on my onesie. Not one—but two—times. I had to threaten to tell his mum if he didn’t let us out of bed to get ready. He finally relented after one last make-out session and a blowjob. After long showers and picking up Kara and Arran, we finally made it to Dex and Tillie’s.
It’s been an amazing day so far. Of course, my family loved both Kara and Arran. It feels like they’ve been here with us forever, rather than just one day. Tillie offered to take Kara around Boxing Day Sale shopping and to see Niagara Falls this week, and Dex and Arran have made plans to tour Ignition Inc., then the local pub my uncle frequents. I’m lucky to have such a welcoming extended family, but it does make me sad that my mom and dad couldn’t be more like Dex and Tillie. But with things as they are, I know I’m better off with my parents out of the picture, even though it makes me sad that my own mother and father are missing out on seeing how happy I am and meeting the wonderful people I’ve come to have in my life. I wonder if they ever think of me?
“You alright, Fruitloop?” I feel Hendrix’s arms snake around my waist where I’m standing by the counter in Til’s kitchen, and I’m glad for the distraction. I’m having too much of a perfect holiday to let thoughts like that get to me.
“Yeah, I’m good, thanks. I was just grabbing the cranberry sauce. Everyone is seated, why aren’t you?” I ask, turning to face him.
“I was, but then I realized you weren’t beside me. I didn’t like that, so here I am.” He takes the bowl from my hands. “You sure you’re alright?” he asks, unsure, his head cocked to one side as he eyes me warily.
“More than. Promise. I was just wondering what my mom and dad were doing today, and whether they ever think of me. That’s all. Sometimes I forget about them completely but then there are days I still miss them.”
“Aww, baby. I’m sorry.” Hendrix puts the bowl down and pulls me into him, giving me one of his hugs, the ones that make everything better. “It’s absolutely their loss, you know that, right?” he says softly, kissing my head.
“I know. I just don’t understand them, and it seems like Christmas is when it gets to me the most. It’s silly. It’s not like I could forgive them, exactly,” I shrug, “but maybe…I just want to know that they do think of me once in a while, is all.”
“I’ll tell you what.”
“What?” I ask, looking up at him.
“If you want to call them later, we’ll call. If you want to drive by their house, we’ll drive by. If you want to have a cry, you have a cry and I’ll do whatever you need. But I’ll tell you, it doesn’t matter if they think about you, or what they think about you, because I think about you constantly and love you enough that I’ll always put you first and do whatever you need me to. And I know for a fact that this crazy family of Flynns loves you almost as much as I do. So, I think you’re covered, even if your parents were stupid enough to let you go.”
“Hendrix,” I whisper, and he wipes my cheeks where a tear has leaked out.
“It’s true, baby,” he says, swiping his thumb along my temple and sweeping my bangs off my face. “Now, let’s go eat. Everyone is probably wondering what I’m doing with you and the cranberry sauce,” he says, scooping up the dish once again.
“Speaking of which,” I ask, “what did the can of jellied cranberry sauce say?”
“Oh, Jesus…what?” Hendrix replies, opening the door to the dining room where everyone is gathered around the large table ready to eat.
“You know you want a slice of this,” I say, then jiggle and giggle my way past him as he barks out a laugh, in spite of himself.
*
“Everything looks and smells divine,” Kara says. “Thank you all for welcoming Arran and I into your home and your holiday. We’ve very much enjoyed spending today with you, and if I may, I’d like to take a moment to thank you all for taking care of my boy. It’s hard being away and I take comfort in knowing he’s surrounded himself with wonderful people.” Kara raises her glass. “Happy Christmas, everyone.”
“Cheers! Happy Christmas! Merry Christmas!” We all raise our glasses and shout at the same time.
Hendrix laughs beside me as he passes me the cranberry sauce. “You’re really corny sometimes, Fruitloop.” He shakes his head and I smile like an idiot. I love knowing I make him laugh. I think that’s been the thing that made it easy to fall in love with him, that easy banter and wit we share when we’re together.
“So, you’re hot for him, eh?” my cousin Mia blurts from where she’s sitting across from us at the dinner table, having watched our little exchange. The same place she sat and asked the exact same question all those months ago. Crazy, how so many things in my life have changed. I went from being a self-inflicted-spinster and potential-cat-hoarder to becoming a girl in a loving committed relationship. I’ve handed in my copy of the Ultimate Guide to Being Single and I’m moving on to Chicken Soup for the Couple’s Soul because of the beautiful man beside me. The one who laughs at my jokes, makes my toes curl and loves me unconditionally.
“Yeah, he’s all right,” I shrug, then wrap a hand over Hendrix’s strong biceps before resting my chin on his shoulder, which is covered by a deep green Henley shirt, one that fits him perfectly in all the right places.
“I knew you liked him. It was obvious at Thanksgiving.” Mia claps her hands together, gaining the attention of a few people around us. “I’m glad you finally fessed up. You two are cute together, one super hot-looking couple, eh? Le sigh…” she says, and puts her elbow on the table to hold her chin as she stares at us dreamingly, ignoring Nadia who is trying to pass her a casserole dish full of peas.
“I’m definitely a lucky man,” Hendrix says.
“Hurt her and I beat you, though,” Mia smiles, before raising her wine glass. “Merry Christmas, Hendrix.” She smiles a toothy grin and I laugh while continuing to pass the hot and fragrant plates of food along, loading my plate with turkey, Dex’s stuffing and all the fixings for a delicious meal.
“Pull my cracker,” Hendrix commands, leaning over.
“Oh, honey, it’s at least as big as a cookie,” I tease, bumping his shoulder.
“Funny,” he deadpans. “Now pull my Christmas cracker, Fruitloop. The king needs his paper crown before he can start eating,” he winks, and I roll my eyes.
“Oh, Lord. I hate these things. The jokes inside are always awful, and the prizes are lame. Why can’t they ever be good stuff?” I question, but take the end of the sparkly green cracker anyway. Looking up, I catch Hendrix’s eyes and issue a challenge. “Breakfast in bed if I win the pull, Hills.”
“You’re on, Adams. After all, it is Boxing Day tomorrow. And this year,” he whispers, “I plan on packing myself inside your box.” He gives me a lopsided smile raising his brows, knowing he’s lame, but charming enough that his words will still affect me. “Either way,” he finishes, “it’s a win-win for me. I’ll get breakfast, and then I’ll get you.” He gives me a shit-eating grin, and I swear I feel it zap me between my legs. This man will surely be the death of me. Everyday he does something impossible that makes me fall even more in love with him.
“Who’s punny now?” I shout, beginning a countdown for our cracker pull, and realize everyone at the table has stopped what they’re doing to enjoy our show of witty banter, terrible puns, and silly jokes.
“1, 2, 3…” We both yank on our ends of the cracker until there’s a loud bang. I look down, suddenly realizing that I won. “Yes!” I shout, seeing I have the biggest portion of the cracker—the part that has all the prizes tucked inside. Well, except for one. The one that’s fallen out and landed on the red Santa-themed napkin that’s sitting on my lap. “What the—?”
Immediately, my hand flies to my mouth. It’s beautiful. I’m not sure it’s real at first, but then I feel Hendrix moving beside me and I k
now this is happening. Like a switch, it clicks. I pick it up, watching it twinkle and sparkle as the light from the candles hits the diamond.
“Oh my God!” I yell, shoving away from the table, my chair scraping loudly across the hardwood. I stand, turning toward Hendrix, my prize held out gingerly in front of me between my thumb and index finger, like it might suddenly bite me.
“Trinny,” he breathes, his brown eyes full of love as they focus on mine.
“Hen—? Oh…this. Oh!” I plop back down in my chair, unsure of what to do or say.
“Baby.” He takes the ring from my hand and gets down on one knee in front of my chair. The boisterous room has gone absolutely silent, with all eyes now on us. “I need a queen. Someone to make me less impossible, and way punnier. Someone who sees all of me and loves me just the same. I need someone like you, to build a home—a life—with me. One where there’s love, compromise, passion and, above all, laughter. Will you marry me, Fruitloop?” he asks.
“Yes. A billion times, yes!” I squeal, and throw my arms around his neck, hugging him so tightly it hurts. “But do I still get breakfast in bed tomorrow? Because I want that, too.” I give a broad and glowing smile before leaning in close and whispering in his ear, “And you packing up my box, too, of course.”
“Anything you want, baby.” He shakes his head, and smiles. Taking my hand, Hendrix slides my sparkling new engagement ring onto my left ring finger, then kisses my hand. It’s a beautiful square diamond halo setting surrounded by pavé diamonds. It’s unique and perfect, and best of all, it’s all mine. And he’s all mine.
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