Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“What?”
“I don’t just want to screw you for my Christmas present.”
The snort of laughter came out of me before I could muffle it.
“It’s not funny.”
It was hysterical, was what it was. I rolled over to face him, my head still on his arm.
“I want you to come home with me.”
“For Christmas, yes, I know.”
“No, not just for Christmas.”
“For New Year’s too?”
He growled at me.
“To keep? You wanna keep me?”
“God, yes,” he groaned, “please lemme keep you.”
The crooked smile, the way the laugh lines in the corners of his eyes crinkled, his hand smoothing down my spine to the small of my back, all of it was making me dizzy.
“Please,” he begged.
“We’re different now.”
“Just––just come and see and make up your mind later, alright?”
“You’re just tired of dating, and I’d be convenient to come home to.”
“There’s nothing convenient about you. I think pain in the ass describes you much better.”
I stared at him as he smiled into my eyes.
“You drive me fuckin’ nuts. You always have. Ever since you were eighteen, you’ve been making me crazy.”
I sighed, touching his face, marveling at the fact that with age the man had just gotten better looking.
“When you’re around, I remember who I am.”
The darkest, clearest eyes I had ever seen were looking at me like I was an angel straight from heaven. I could barely breathe.
“So, can I take you home with me to meet my family ten years later?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and rolled gingerly over on top of him, easing him down under me, putting him flat on his back. I kissed him and bit him and sucked on his tongue. When I rose over him, straddling his thighs, I realized that he was ready for round two.
“Hey,” he said as he shifted under me.
I smiled down at him. “What?”
“I slept with a lot of guys, all right?”
“Okay.”
“Like, way more than twenty.”
I nodded. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”
“No, I just want you to know.”
“Now I know.”
“And you?”
“Just three,” I told him.
“Three.”
“Yep.”
His eyes didn’t leave mine. “And?” he asked as his hands slid up my thighs.
“And what?” I sucked in my breath as he took hold of my rigid shaft, milking it gently, lazily. Everything he did to me felt incredible.
“And did any of them make you scream?” he asked as I lifted up, giving him time to shift under me, the dance we had perfected so long ago. As I sank back down onto him, taking him in, letting him fill me, impale me, I felt his body jolt under me, saw his bottom lip quiver even as his eyes remained locked with mine.
“No, Dixon,” I purred, leaning down, angling him in deeper as I licked a line up his throat. “I only scream your name.”
“Shit,” he groaned out, his voice cracking. “You’re so hot and tight.”
“Yeah? I feel good?”
“Always… God, I missed you.”
“Good,” I said, raising and lowering myself on the quickly hardened shaft.
“I missed you,” he said again, his hand on the small of my back as he rolled me over, lifting my legs so they were over his arms. “I’ll be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’ve never hurt me, and please, Dixon… don’t you dare be gentle.”
The sound that came out of him was pained.
I slid my calves up the bulging biceps to his broad shoulders. “Please,” I said, squirming under him, trying to get him to move. “This is me. Pound me through the goddamn mattress.”
Oh my God, the growl before he tried.
I woke up to Dixon holding my hand. He was rubbing my palm with his thumb, and then he lifted it to his mouth and kissed it. I sighed contentedly, basking in his attention.
“I forgot how good you feel next to me,” he said sleepily, his voice deep. I watched him lace his fingers with mine before turning his chin to look into my eyes.
“Hey, you.” I smiled at him, moving my leg under the covers, draping it across his thighs. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” he promised, brushing the hair back from my face.
“So why did you come see me?”
“You know why.”
I just stared into the heavy-lidded eyes.
“I’m tired of screwing,” he said gruffly. “I fuckin’ hate it.”
“Most men your age like screwing a different guy every night.”
“Well, I don’t. I want to belong to one guy. I want to belong to you.”
“And?” I asked, smoothing my fingers across his right eyebrow that ended in a scar.
“When I talked to my father that day after I heard you were shot, I just… I thought, if I don’t take a chance to see if things could be fixed between us… I had to just come see.”
“I’m glad you did.”
The muscles in his jaw clenched.
“And I will go home with you for Christmas.”
He nodded fast, unable to speak.
“And New Year’s, and we’ll see what happens.”