Page 29 of Not in the Plans (London Lightning #1)

Chapter Twenty-Four

TAG

“ O h, fuck. Fuck. Just like that, baby.”

I fist my fingers in Liv’s hair as she sucks my cock deeper into her mouth. Is there a better way to be woken up on Christmas morning than a blow job?

One of her hands plays with my heavy balls as the other works in tandem with her mouth. Those lips of hers are stretched around me, and it takes everything I have not to buck up into her.

She pulls off me and swirls her tongue around the head, lapping up the precum there. A finger trails down the vein on the underside, pushing me that much closer to coming down her throat.

Everything about this woman turns me on. From the lust in her eyes to the way her mouth is sucking me down like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

“Fuck, I’m close, Liv.”

Licking her lips, she swallows me as far as she can. She bobs up and down, squeezing my shaft, and that does it. Liv doesn’t let go as she sucks down every last drop of my release .

“Fuck.”

Liv sits up onto her heels, her sexy body on display. Even though she was doing all the work, she looks thoroughly fucked—chest flush, nipples tight, and hair a mess. Don’t even get me started on her mouth.

“Get down here.” I wiggle a finger at her, needing to kiss those luscious lips.

Our kisses are slow and languid as I let my hands roam all over her body. I can’t get enough of her. Of her taste. The feel of her weight over me.

I am so completely in love with this woman, it’s not even funny.

I pull away and pepper her face with kisses. “Time to return the favor.”

She shakes her head, giving me a quick peck before slipping out of bed. “No.”

“No? Seriously?”

“Yes. I’m going to go clean up and then make you breakfast while you stay in bed.”

I can only ogle her perfect ass while she runs into the bathroom. My body feels as limp as a spaghetti noodle. Needing to clean up myself, I follow behind her.

“You’re supposed to be in bed!” she mumbles around her toothbrush.

I give her a light smack on the ass, kissing the crown of her head. “Freshening up then I will follow orders.”

She rolls her eyes before spitting and heads back out into the bedroom. The sounds of Liv banging around in the kitchen have a smile etched onto my face. This is one of the things I missed when living on my own. Another person being in my space.

When I came to London, I had no intentions of finding another person. Having been divorced, I was good on my own .

It was all a lie I was telling myself.

I guess I just needed to find the right woman. Which, I apparently had to go to a different continent to find. It’s made spending the first holiday away from home that much easier. I don’t know why she’s not spending it with her family, but I’m sure it has something to do with her parents.

Following Liv’s orders, I slip into a pair of boxers and crawl back into bed as she walks back into the room, carrying a tray. She’s wearing her wool socks—because her feet are always cold—and my sweatshirt that falls to just above her knees. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sexier sight.

“What’d you make?” I stretch, sitting up and resting my back against the wall.

“Bacon butties.” Liv sets the tray on the nightstand before I pull her back onto the bed with me. Her lips taste of her peppermint toothpaste.

“You really are trying to turn me British, aren’t you?”

She cups my cheeks, staring up at me. “You have not lived until you’ve tried a bacon butty. And trust me, Tag, I make the best ones.”

“Oh, you do, do you?”

She nods. “Yes. Now time to eat.”

Grabbing the tray, I set it on my lap so we can each grab a butty. My stomach rumbles at the smell of bacon. A brown sauce drips from the side of the crusty bread. Taking a hearty bite, the flavors explode on my tongue.

The bacon is crispy, the roll soft, and the sauce has a touch of a kick to it. Damn, this thing is good.

I take three more bites, barely breathing between each.

Liv has a smug look on her face. “Told you.”

I roll my eyes at her. “Yes, yes, you did.”

Liv takes a demure bite, licking a bit of sauce off her finger. Fuck if that image of her doesn’t make me want to stay in bed all day. “I can make you another if you’d like.”

I shake my head. “You’ll have to teach me.”

“What if it’s my secret recipe?”

“Is it your secret recipe?” I quirk a brow at her as I gobble down the rest of the sandwich.

“No.” She laughs. “It’s a standard recipe, but I like to add a little something to the sauce.”

“What’s that?”

“Worcestershire sauce. I like the bite it gives the sandwich.”

“Delicious.” I wipe my mouth with the napkin she brought and hop out of bed. “Now it’s time to give you your Christmas gift.”

“Wait, you got me a Christmas gift? We said we weren’t doing gifts.”

Grabbing a sweatshirt from my closet, I yank it over my head and go to the small tree that sits on the coffee table.

“And I ignored you.”

“Tag!” Liv shrieks from the bedroom. “All I did was make you breakfast.”

Strolling back into the room, I hold the poorly wrapped box behind my back. Wrapping presents is a skill I’ve never been able to master.

“You gave me a bacon butty and a blow job. How could I ever want anything more than that?”

“Stanley Easton. You cannot give me a present for that in exchange.”

I love that she can’t even say the word.

My sweet, posh Olivia. Fuck, do I ever love her.

Which is why I got her a present. I’m head over heels for this woman, and I wanted to get her something to express this.

Telling her? Well, I don’t know if she’s at the same point as me, so I don’t want to scare her away .

Baby steps.

“Open it.”

Liv pops open the box and her jaw drops. “Tag. This is beautiful.”

It’s a simple gold necklace with three small diamonds set in the middle of the chain. Nothing fancy or over-the-top.

“Not as beautiful as you.” I take the necklace from the box and clasp it around her neck.

Olivia cups my cheeks. “You are so cheesy, but I love it.”

Her eyes are sparkling as she drops her forehead to mine. The faint smell of her perfume makes me want to blurt out how much I love her. How much she means to me.

Before I can get the words out, a knock echoes in the tiny apartment.

“Who’s that?” Olivia asks.

“I have no idea.”

But needing to be somewhat put together to find out, I grab the sweats rumpled on the floor and step into them.

Pulling open the door, I’m met with a surprise.

“Natalie. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Is that any way to greet your favorite sister?”

I roll my eyes at her and open the door for her. I don’t let her get far before hugging her to me. I didn’t realize just how much I missed her until now.

“Umm, who’s this?” Liv pops out of the bedroom, dressed for the day.

Damn, that’s a shame.

“Liv, this is my sister, Natalie. Natalie, this is…” My girlfriend? Shit. We never actually discussed this, and I don’t want to say the wrong thing. Especially on Christmas.

“Olivia.” Liv walks over to us. “His girlfriend. ”

Well, I guess that clears it up.

“Girlfriend? Wow. You didn’t tell me you were seeing anyone.” Natalie elbows me in the stomach. “I hope he treats you better than he treats me.”

I roll my eyes at my sister’s dramatics. She is the spitting image of me with the same brown hair and dark eyes. Right down to the smile that is on her face.

“And how exactly do I treat you?” I ask, grabbing her suitcase and dragging it inside.

“Leaving me all alone on the holidays?” she teases me. “What a great brother.”

“Yes, leaving you with your husband was such a hardship.”

Natalie waves me off and drops down onto the sofa with a sigh. “If only he could’ve come with me.”

“Everything okay?” I ask, heading into the kitchen to start another pot of coffee. Liv takes a seat on the chair next to the sofa.

Natalie smiles at me as the beans start to brew. “Oh, we’re great. We couldn’t get two last-minute tickets, so we celebrated yesterday morning and he was going to spend today with his parents. I made the incorrect assumption you would be alone.”

“Sorry, I guess that’s my fault,” Liv says, looking nervous.

Sitting up, Natalie spins to look at her. “Don’t be sorry. I’m happy he’s not spending the holidays alone.”

“Have you ever been to London?” Liv asks.

Natalie shakes her head. “No, this is my first time.”

“Well, Tag has practice tomorrow, so why don’t I show you around? Maybe we can get tea.”

Natalie’s face lights up at the offer. “I would love that. Considering he has told me nothing about you.”

“That is definitely his fault.” Liv laughs .

“Okay, I don’t need you two ganging up on me hour one.”

Natalie winks at Liv. “No, we’ll save that for tomorrow.”

The two of them are chatting away, and damn, if this isn’t the perfect day. Getting to spend the holiday with my sister and Liv?

I don’t think anything could be more perfect.