“Ugh. No. If I can find a sewing kit or some fishing line I could do it.”
“You worried about me?” He grins.
“Maybe.” I caress his furry jaw with my other hand.
“Hmm.” He shifts slightly underneath me, and my crotch meets his growing erection.
His cell phone buzzes, and I lean back a little to give him room to retrieve it from his jacket pocket. “Hey, Bud. Merry Christmas.” He smiles at something said on the other end of the call. I’m assuming its Bensen calling him.
A pang of jealousy rears its ugly head because Belinda doesn’t even love Death, but she will always have a connection to him. A piece of him grew inside her body. They made a life together and that creates a bond. One I can’t compete with. They’ll always come first for him as they should, but it also means that I never will. I don’t know if I can handle that. Another relationship where I’m second best.
“I’m sure Santa will have no problem finding you. Yeah. I left out cookies and milk in case he goes to the house instead. Alright put her on. Hey. Thanks for letting him call. I’m good. On duty at the clubhouse. He did? Shit. Wish I could’ve been there. Cool. Sounds good. Give the kid my love. You too. Later.” His fingers slide across the screen, and he drops the device onto the table where he hit his head.
“I should head out.”
“Yeah…you should.”
Death wraps a finger up in a strand of my hair. “Thanks for making my Christmas not so shitty and lonely.”
“You too.” I press my lips to his wishing things were different. That he didn’t belong to someone else. Under a different sky maybe just maybe he coulda been mine.
Death’s tongue slides into my mouth with such ease and control.
I shouldn’t do this to either of us. We’re flirting with disaster but it’s too late. I want him. I need him tonight. Rocking my hips into him, I let go of all the what ifs and doubts.
I’m enjoying the now. I’ve always played it safe, hiding how he makes me feel and it has gotten me nowhere.
For tonight I can pretend he’s mine. That for once someone chose me.
Death grips my hips, biting my lip, with a feral growl that promises that for tonight all my hopes and wishes are reality. That I’m his true desire. I nip him back and get a fistful of his hair, giving him a playful tug. The simple gesture flips a switch inside him. Jerking my jacket off my shoulders he comes at me hot and wild, crashing into me, tearing at my clothes like a rabid animal. I aid him in whipping my long-sleeved tee over my head.
“Jesus,” he mutters, staring at my tits on display a dainty flesh tone and white lace bra. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he says before yanking one of the cups down to tweak my nipple between the rough pads of his finger and thumb. His teeth graze along the column of my throat then along my jaw before he returns his focus to my mouth.
He works my mouth with his tongue in tandem with his fingers teasing my breasts with one hand and the other working on the button and zipper of my jeans. His forehead presses to mine, and he curses under his breath.
“You having trouble, babe?” I reach between us to help him out.
“I’m ‘bout ready to cut’em off.”
“Eager?” I breathe word out as I arch backwards, lifting my hips, as he puts one hand to the center of my back for support. Leaning forward his lips meet my skin right under my navel, carving a path further south where I ache for him to taste me. To claim me.
“Get these fucking pants off,” he barks.
I push up from his lap following orders like a good girl. I’ve barely managed to kick my boots off before he tugs on my jeans from his position on the couch, pulling me between his thighs, the top of his head hitting my chest. His thumbs loop under the waist of my undies on either side. He wastes no time tugging them down my thighs. I step out of my jeans and undies completely bare to him save my bra.
Death’s beard tickles my stomach as he goes to his knees on the floor tracing a path with his tongue to my pussy. He stops the torturous teasing, grips my hips, and buries his nose between my thighs, inhaling deep.
I’m glad he cannot see how red my cheeks must be in this moment. No one has ever gotten quite so acquainted with how my pussy smells. Sure, Fisher went down on me but most of the time he was in too big of a hurry to get me off so he could get his. This is different. Intimate on a level I’ve never experienced before. Soft and slow but full of fire his lips press to my clit and he French kisses my pussy like he’s never tasted anything better. Closing my eyes, I melt under his affection. He makes these noises deep in the back of his throat, letting me know that he’s enjoying himself immensely. The act is hella sexy.
His hands slide down to my ass, cupping my cheeks, massaging each one before spreading them. The tip of his finger slides down my crack, teasing at touching me where no one else ever has. Pressing his thumb at my ass he pushes far enough to create pressure but not penetration.
My legs nearly buckle at the foreign sensation and when my initial shock wears off, I want him to do it again.
“Who’s my dirty girl,” he mouths against my pussy, slowing his licks and kisses.
Chapter 6
Fuck me there’s nothing sweeter or tighter than Freya’s cunt. She melts like pure sugar on my tongue. Merry fucking Christmas to me. I’ve unwrapped myself the greatest gift of all. The fireplace blazes blue and orange behind her. She’s primed and ready for my cock. Back on the couch she sinks down onto me, guiding me right through the gates to fucking wonderland and her snatch is the main attraction.