Page 89 of Theirs for the Holidays

I can feel it all through his body when he tenses, and he turns his sudden low groan into a cough at the last minute.

“You okay?” Andrew asks.

“Yeah. Just this dry air, you know. Uh, what were you saying?”

“What did you go out of town for?”

I drag my tongue up and down the underside of Sawyer’s cock, and he fists his hand in my hair tightly, body going rigid.

“Uh—Violet.”

“What about her?”

“She, uh… she wanted some Christmas decorations, so I went to pick some up for her.”

It’s flattering that he’s having such a hard time getting his thoughts out just because of what I’m doing to him.

But of course, Andrew can’t let it go.

“Violet never decorates for Christmas. I don’t know why that would have changed this year. It’s like she never bothers to make the effort.”

“Couldn’t tell you. She just asked us to help this year,” Sawyer says.

I suck my way up his cock, swirling my tongue around the head of him to tease. My scalp tingles pleasantly as he grips my hair tighter, showing how close he is just from that.

“Listen, about Violet,” Andrew is saying, but Sawyer is done.

“Look, I need to, uh, get back on the road in a bit, and I need to make a phone call first. Work stuff. So I’ll see you later.”

“But—”

“Bye, Andrew,” Sawyer says firmly. He rolls the window back up and I keep going. I can practically taste how close he is, and the power I have over him is going right to my head. This is so naughty and illicit, and while Andrew is annoying, something about doing this right under my ex’s nose just makes it even better.

Andrew leaves, and Sawyer lets out a string of curses.

“Fucking minx,” he pants. “You’re so fucking hot. Goddamn, I’m close.” He holds on to the back of my head and thrusts up, hitting the back of my throat. I nearly gag, but manage to swallow through it, breathing shallowly as he comes hard.

“Fucking perfect little slut. You couldn’t even—fuck—you couldn’t even wait until he was gone to get my cock back in your mouth, could you? Fucking desperate for it. Well take it, baby. Swallow my cum.”

I do it, swallowing as the spurts of salty release hit the back of my throat. My head feels floaty, and even though it’s been some time since I came, I still have that bone deep feeling of satisfaction.

Probably the aftermath of a job well done.

When I lift my head, Sawyer’s eyes are flashing with heat.

“Who knew you were such a bad girl, Peaches?” he teases. He reaches for me, dragging me into a rough, messy kiss. He must be able to taste himself on my lips, but that doesn’t seem to bother him one bit. His tongue swipes into my mouth, and my insides go molten all over again.

I kiss him back, one hand on his chest, feeling daring and sexy in a way I never have before. I would never have dared to do something like that with Andrew, but with Sawyer and his brothers, it’s getting easier to just let myself have fun.

When we finally part, my heart is still pounding, and I feel breathless. We take a minute to get ourselves put back together, and I watch as Sawyer tucks his softened cock back into his pants.

“About what Andrew said,” he says after a while, and I jerk my eyes up to his face.

“What about it?”

“You don’t decorate for Christmas? You love Christmas.”

I shrug a little, looking out the window at the snow as it falls more slowly now. There’s a thick blanket on the ground, but the sudden squall seems to be dwindling. “I just never have the time,” I say. “I have the bakery to run, and I make sure it’s festive there, but… I don’t know. When I get home, I never have the motivation to put anything up.”