Page 36 of Home for the Hockey-Days

My stomach dips again. I’ve never brought anyone back here, I’ve never introduced a girl to my family. While we don’t live in a trailer home anymore, our house is meager. Mom keeps it clean and tidy, but we don’t have much.

I try to press down the embarrassment as I take the bag from the trunk with one hand, and my new girlfriend’s hand with the other. By the time we walk up the steps, Mom has opened the door and steps back to let us both in. “Come in! Come in out of the cold.”

Rowan holds the flowers out to her. “Mrs. Kade, I’m Rowan, August’s new girlfriend. I’m so sorry to gatecrash your Christmas Eve. He rescued me from an uncomfortable family situation and...” She visibly shrinks. “I wasn’t ready to go home yet. I hope it’s okay to stay here for a little while.” She cracks a small smile. “Maybe see some pictures of Gus when he was little?”

Mom’s face lights up like all her Christmases have come at once. “Flowers and photos? I like you already.”

Mom guides us both into the living room where Rowan kicks off her shoes and climbs onto the couch before pulling one of Mom’s crocheted blankets off the back of the sofa and wrapping it around her body. She pats the cushion next to her. “Come look at baby Gus pictures with me.”

I’d argue or protest, but it would just make them even more intent on embarrassing me. We sit eating cupcakes, drinking wine, and Mom asks Rowan more questions than I could have thought to ask, but it’s helping me get to know her.

She hates fish, mushrooms, and pickles. She has an unhealthy obsession with Swedish fish, and can’t whistle.

By the time midnight hits, it’s as though Rowan has been part of my life for years. She and Mom chatted like old friends,and the way she lay curled into me on the couch felt like she was made just for me.

I don’t connect with people easily, my gruff exterior and the many chips on my shoulder drive people away pretty damn quickly. But something about this woman makes me want to bare my soul for not only her to see, but everyone else.

Mom went to bed about twenty minutes ago, and Rowan shows no signs of movement. I don’t want to take her home, but I don’t want her to think she’s forced to stay here.

“Is it too much too fast to ask to stay here?”

No, no it is not because the thought of waking up tomorrow morning with her under my roof makes me stupidly content.

“Not at all. I can sleep on the couch, you can have my bed, and I can take you home after breakfast tomorrow morning. We always have Christmas morning cinnamon rolls with bacon.”

She grins at me. “I’m totally down for breakfast, but why can’t we share your bed?” She bats her eyelids at me. “If you don’t want to do, uh, anything while we’re under your mom’s roof that’s one thing, we can snuggle.” She puffs out her chest. “I’m achampionsnuggler. But if you want to take the couch and leave me in your bed all by myself.” She shrugs. “I guess that’s okay too.”

It’s a matter of minutes before she’s naked and between my sheets. The only light in the room is from the Christmas string lights Mom put around my window that casts a cool green glow on Rowan’s bare skin.

“Best Christmas ever,” I whisper, fisting my cock as it leaks precum with every pump.

She’s fucking gorgeous. Her full, creamy tits have a mole underneath on the left side of her ribcage, her dusky nipples are hard and pointing straight up to my ceiling, and thelanding strip of curly red pubic hair is a runway to the Promised Land.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Rowan Armistead.” I skim my hands along the outside of her thighs.

She parts her legs. “I’m so fucking wet, August Kade.”

I drag my fingers through her lips collecting her arousal. Fuck. She’s definitely wet.

I shake my head. “I don’t know that you can stay quiet enough that you won’t wake my mom.”

“Try me, Snickerdoodle.” She grins, her fingers already working on her nipples. She flips herself onto her front. “I’ll even smother my face in your pillow.” She pops her hips up, somehow making me even harder. “But I need your cum inside me.”

I fold my body over the top of hers. “You need my cum inside you?” Something primal rears its head in my chest. “Do we have a little breeding kink, Ms. Armistead?”

She twerks her ass at me. “I don’t know.” Her voice is a frenzied whisper. “But I need your cock inside me. Cream pie me, Gus. Please?”

I love how filthy her mouth is, and as much as I’d love to make her beg all night for me, I need to be inside her every bit as much as she needs me to fill her.

Ramming my cock inside her pussy is easy, she’s so slick I glide right in. Her velvet cunt is hot, pulsing around my dick, and the harder I get the more she’s clawing at my sheets.

“Not... Gonna... Last... Row.”

Her only response is to clench her walls around my cock like she doesn’t want me to last. My body tightens, my balls explode, and I fill my gorgeous girlfriend’s pussy while her arms and legs tremble from holding herself up.

When every single, solitary drop of my cum is inside of her, I pull out. “Stay there.” I pat her ass reassuringly before dropping onto my back right under her.

As my cum leaks out of her onto my chin, slithering onto my chest, I eat her out. Her mewls and moans and pants are muffled by my bedding, but the way she grinds her crotch against my tongue tells me everything. It’s not long before she detonates on my tongue, soaking me with her delicious juices.

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