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K ENDALL

I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as hard as I have tonight. I even had to sneak in the bathroom and remove my underwear because I peed my pants. Not a lot, but enough to make it uncomfortable. Gross, but worth it.

We started the day by picking out two Christmas trees. One for my mom’s house and one for Nash’s. We bumped into each other in my mom’s cramped living room as we decorated our family tree, then we all piled into Nash’s truck and decorated the ten-foot spruce in his living room.

The Christmas music was loud, and Paisley and Dani were louder.

We moved into the kitchen and made a royal mess baking cookies and four batches of fudge.

Nash taught my mom and Dani how to make his family’s favorite toffee bark, then Nash and I worked together on buckeyes while everyone else sat at the table decorating the final batch of Christmas cookies.

I’m pretty sure it was an excuse to have me close so he could cop a feel and kiss me without an audience. Although my mom busted us more than once. By the sparkle in her eye, she is more than happy about our relationship.

Since the kitchen is a disaster, Nash orders more Chinese food than ten people can consume, and we eat it around the coffee table in the living room in front of the tree while watching the Rudolph special.

We’ve always had fun baking together, but adding Nash and Paisley to our tradition, and working in theirs, brought the day to a whole new level. I love how sweet and patient he is with my sister, and I now understand how Paisley’s and my relationship can be so special to him.

Watching others treat someone you love as if they’re one of their own does something to your heart. And if my heart wasn’t already beating strong for Nash, it’s on an adrenaline rush from watching him take my family under his wing and sharing this day with him.

After we clean up the kitchen, we pile back into Nash’s truck and head back to my house. He walks us to the front door and my mom turns to him.

“Thank you for opening your kitchen to us, Nash. Your home is beautiful, but your heart is what truly shines.” My mom hugs him and kisses his cheek like he’s part of the family.

“I like my cookies.” Dani holds up the three containers she filled with treats.

“You’re an excellent baker. You’re going to have to come back and make me more cookies. I have a feeling the ones you left at my house will be gone in a few days.”

Dani giggles and follows my mom inside.

“So.” I pull the opening of his jacket in my hands. “Mind waiting a few minutes while I get a few things?”

His brows come together. “What things?”

“My overnight bag.” It’s the first time I’m spending the night with Nash, other than being there to watch Paisley.

His mouth breaks into the widest grin I’ve ever witnessed. He removes my hands from his chest and pushes me to the door. “Hurry up. I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life.”

“Dramatic much?” I laugh over my shoulder as I open the front door.

“Not in the slightest.”

A few minutes later, I’m back in the cab of his truck and we ride in silence. Even Paisley is tired, tuckered out from all the fun. We filled today to the brim joining our families, and tonight...tonight is a first for us as well.

Nash reaches over and settles his hand on top of mine. I interlace our fingers, and he brings them to his thigh. It’s a comfortable silence filled with anticipation.

“Is Kendall sleeping over?” Paisley asks, rubbing her eyes on her way up the stairs.

“Is that okay if she does?” Nash asks, picking her up and cradling her sleeping head to his chest.

“Can she sleep with me?”

I chuckle under my breath and Nash turns around and glares at me. My grin grows wider. “I love cuddling with you, Paisley.”

Nash curls his lip as he heads up the stairs with her, and I choke on my laughter.

“Buuut,” I stretch out in a dramatic fashion. “You’re pooped from today, and you kick in your sleep.”

“No I don’t.” She giggles.

“And drool,” I add.

She giggles more, and Nash says over his shoulder to me, “You’re the one who drools.”

“Drooling right now.” I lower my eyes to his ass, and he almost misses the next step.

Nash and I work together to help Paisley get ready for bed. Not that she needs it, but she’s exhausted and we’re both on edge, ready for her to pass out so we can ravish each other. It feels like hours, but in only a few minutes, Paisley is deep asleep.

We tiptoe out of her room, and when we’re in the hallway, Nash wraps his fingers around my upper arm, pulling me into him. He pierces me with predatory eyes. “My room. Now.”

I stand firm and lift my chin to him. “Do you promise to give me orgasms?”

He stares at my mouth and drags his tongue along his bottom lip. “As many as you can handle, and two more for good measure.”

The butterflies flutter, and this time I welcome their presence. I feel the walls of my vagina spasming already. “Are you going to talk dirty to me?”

He yanks me harder into his chest and hovers his mouth centimeters from mine. “Is your pussy dripping with desire right now, Kendall?”

“Maybe.”

“There’s no maybe about it.” He traces my lips with his tongue. “If I dip my finger under your panties, is it going to come out covered in your arousal?”

“No.”

His brow lifts. “Liar.”

“I’m not wearing any panties.”

“Fuck me.” In one quick move, Nash tosses me over his shoulder and marches down the hall to his room. He closes his door quietly for a man with such built up sexual tension, then tosses me on the bed. “Show me.”

I brace myself on my elbows, my legs hanging off the bed. “Show you what?”

“That you’re not wearing any panties.”

I love how worked up he is. I glance at the front of his jeans and can see his cock harden and twitch, it’s that impressive. That thick. That hard.

“What if I want you to work for it?”

“Fuck, Kendall. I’ve gone three weeks without having my tongue on your clit, without my fingers stroking your g-spot, without the walls of your cunt milking my cock dry. I’ve been working all the fucking restraint I have. My balls are going to fucking combust.”

With every dirty word, my arousal soaks my leggings even more. I lift my hips and shimmy out of my leggings, kicking them to the side of the room. Naked from the waist down, I spread my legs so he can see just how wet he makes me.

I hear the moans and grumbles in his chest, then Nash drops to his knees and uses his shoulders to spread me wider.

“You’re fucking perfect, Kendall.” He glides his hands up and down my inner thighs, followed by his lips, not touching me where I need him most.

“Nash. Please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“I need you.”

“I’m right here.”

I lift my hips and reach for his head, pushing him to my core. “Touch me. Lick me. Fuck me.”

“There’s so much I want to do to you, Kendall.”

“Yes. Please. Do it all. I want you so much, Nash.” And more than sexually, but I don’t have the confidence to tell him yet.

Nash glides a finger up and down my slit and I nearly come from the simple touch. “You’re so sensitive.” He crawls up my body, bypassing my aching nipples, and plants his hands on either side of my head. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

He lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me sweetly, not like the dirty talking sexy beast he was seconds ago.

My hands find his hair and pull him closer, needing the weight of his body on me.

Our tongues tangle and he deepens his kiss.

I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him into my center and grind my aching pussy against the zipper of his jeans.

“You’re getting the front of my jeans wet,” he chuckles.

“Then take them off and fuck me already.”

“Impatient tonight, aren’t you?”

“Nash. Please.” I clutch at his shoulders and draw his lip between mine. “You promised me orgasms.”

“Mm.” He nudges his nose along my jaw and behind my ear. “How do you want the first one? By fingers, tongue, or my cock?”

“I want your mouth on me.”

“Good answer.” He covers my mouth with his and sucks my tongue into his mouth before releasing me and crawling back down my body. His hands lift my sweatshirt and find the clasp of my bra. “Get rid of this while I lick your cunt.”

I’ve never been attracted to men who talk to women this way until Nash. Granted, if he talked this way to me before I got to know him, I’d have red flagged his ass months ago. But his bedroom manners are nothing like his regular manners. And I’m totally digging the two sides of him.

Like his glasses and his muscles. The two juxtapose each other in the sexiest way. I wrestle with my top while he wrestles with my pussy. Not really, but my insides are going batshit crazy from his touch.

His fingers are gentle as he separates me. He flattens his tongue and licks me so slowly I’m on the brink of passing out. My shirt is wrapped around my neck, but my hands can’t deal with my top anymore. They find their way to Nash’s head and press him harder into my aching pussy.

“Get rid of your sweater. I want to watch you when you come,” he rumbles against me.

My trembling hands make their way to my sweater again and I somehow manage to rip it over my head. I’m panting, gasping for breath as Nash dips a finger inside me and bites gently on my clit.

“Fuck.” My hips rocket off the bed, slamming against his face.

“Look at me, Kendall.” His tongue and finger fuck me slowly, and the trembles start shooting up my legs right to my core.

“Don’t stop. Fuck.” My legs fall apart, and I tip my head back as the orgasm rolls through me. My hands grip the comforter under me as I ride out my orgasm against Nash’s tongue and fingers.

When I’m almost down from my high, Nash flips me so I’m bent over the bed, my ass jutting out for him.

“Damn, this ass.” He squeezes my cheeks and drapes himself over me.

His jeans and sweater rub against my naked body. “Why are you still dressed?” I moan into the bedding.

“You want my naked cock?”

“You know I do.”

“Don’t move.”

I hear the rustle of clothing, and my body is cold but burning for his touch. It takes too long for him to strip, and I start to roll over.

“I told you not to move.”

Because it’s fun to taunt him, I sit up. “What are you going to do about it?” He’s buck-ass naked now, and I take all of him in. All the muscles. All the perfection. All the holy-giant-penis.

I mean, I’ve seen him before. I’ve had him in my mouth, in my pussy many times. But tonight, he looks lethal. Like he can literally ruin my pussy. I lick my lips and reach for him.

“Kendall,” he warns.

“Let me lick you like you licked me.”

“No fucking way.” He lifts me by my arms and picks me up, resting his hands under my ass. “As soon as those pretty lips touch my cock, I’ll blow my load in two-point-two seconds. I’m starving for you, Kendall.”

“Then feed off me.” I hook my ankles behind his back and lift myself over his cock.

“Fuck.” Nash spins me and crosses the room, roughly impaling me with his cock and driving me into the back of his door. “Fuck, Kendall. Did I hurt you?”

“Do it again, Nash. I want you to lose control.” I hold onto his head and bring my mouth down on his while he slams into me over and over again.

I feel the walls of my pussy spasming already. He tears his mouth from mine and flings his head back and roars as he pushes harder and deeper until I can feel the tip of his cock bumping against my uterus.

“Nash.” I grip him tighter everywhere. My legs. My feet. My hands. My pussy.

Beads of sweat cover our bodies and he slips his hand between us, finding my clit.

It takes one simple touch to set me off again.

I want Nash to find his orgasm as well, but as soon as I come down from mine, he pulls out of me and drops me on the bed.

He flips me again onto all fours, but this time I’m on the bed and my feet aren’t on the floor.

“Don’t move.”

“Are you going to punish me again if I do? Because if that’s the worst you can do—”

He slams into me again and my head smacks into the headboard.

“Fuck. Shit. Kendall. I’m sorry.” He sits back on his knees, pulling me with him so I’m sitting in his lap backwards. “Are you okay?”

“I’m so better than okay.” I reach behind me and loop my hands around his neck and ride his cock.

Nash’s hands find my tits and squeeze. He rubs them in his palms then finds my nipples and tugs. I ride him faster, harder, my tits bouncing as I buck off him. Then as quickly as he entered me, he slips out and flips me again.

He hovers over me and stares into my eyes. “You’re perfect, Kendall. Fuck, I love you so much.” He covers my mouth with his and this time he enters me slowly.

I curl into his body, my legs and arms wrapping around him, never wanting to let him go. He makes love to me slowly, sliding in and out at the same pace as his tongue. This time I don’t urge him to go faster or harder.

Frantic fucking is amazing. Euphoric. But making love to Nash Humphries is something else completely. I feel cherished. Appreciated. Adored.

Loved.