Page 85 of Theirs for the Holidays

But it is true, though. For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel that tug, that pull to get back on the road, to be moving again. It could be because I haven’t been home in so long. Sweetwater Lake will always be the place where I grew up, where my family has its roots. But there’s probably more to it than that.

I don’t know what it all means, and I’m a little afraid to examine it too closely. So much has shifted in the last few days, and I’m still wrapping my head around all of it. I know it’s the truth though. I’m content where I am right now.

I change lanes to get around a van going at a snail’s pace, shaking my head. “I always forget how people forget how to drive around here as soon as it starts snowing.”

Violet laughs. “At least they’re consistent.”

Feeling comfortable, I reach over and rest a hand on her leg. I can feel the warmth of her skin through her thick leggings, and it just feels… right. To be touching her like this while we head back toward home.

I rub my thumb across her knee, and when she doesn’t complain about that, I let my hand roam a little more.

Violet shifts a bit as I touch her, like she’s trying to keep me from touching certain places. I test the theory, sliding my hand up her thigh, and I’m proved right when she shifts her leg a bit, so my hand ends up on the outside of her leg instead of toward the inner thigh where it started.

“Do you not want me to touch you?” I ask her, getting right to the heart of it.

She bites her lip, cheeks flushing. “That’s not it. I don’t mind if you touch me.”

“High praise,” I tease.

“You know what I mean. I like you touching me.”

“But?”

“But… I don’t know. I just don’t think you should be touching the bits of me that aren’t flattering. You know.” She gestures to her thighs and belly and then looks away, out the window.

My eyes narrow, and I glance over at her quickly. She looks embarrassed, a long way from the sexy glow she had last night when our hands were all over her. It’s interesting how things can change in the daylight.

But I’m not just going to let that stand.

Deliberately, I put my hand between her legs. “You’ve gotta stop thinking like that, Violet,” I say. “I thought we showed you last night just how much we like you. All of you.” I cup my hand against her pussy, feeling the heat of it through her clothes. “Especially this spot right here. It’s perfect. And so are your thighs. And your belly. And your tits. Do you have any idea howmuch focus it’s taking to keep us on the road right now? It’s hard to think straight when I touch you.”

She’s quiet for a moment more, and then she looks over at me, licking her lips.

“You mean that.”

It’s not a question, but I nod all the same. “One day, you’re going to have to start believing me when I say it.”

Violet spreads her legs, her face flushing even darker. “Show me?” she whispers.

I grin, my cock twitching in my pants at the access and the request.

“Oh, Peaches, it would be my fucking pleasure.”

The snow is coming down a bit harder now, so I keep one hand on the wheel and one eye on the road, but let my free hand wander up to the waistband of her leggings. Taking advantage of the stretchy material, I slip my hand inside.

Her skin is warm and soft, and when my fingers slip between the folds of her pussy, Violet winces a bit.

“Sore?” I ask. “We really worked you over last night, huh?”

She nods. “I’ve never come that much in my life. I can still feel it.”

“I fucking love that. But I’ll go easy on you right now. Let me make you feel better.”

I use a light touch this time, massaging her clit in slow, almost lazy circles. Violet whimpers, her hips thrusting up. She can’t go far in the seat, but she starts getting wetter and wetter on my fingers.

“Is that helping?” I ask her, grinning.

“Mm, it feels nice. You’re good with your hands.”