Page 75 of Christmas in Coconut Creek

She arched her back, sliding her sparkly red fingernail all the way down to her opening, and dipping it inside.

“Shit,” she gasped.

“Ophelia,” I growled in warning.

“I’m on the pill.”

Ninety-nine percent of my brain was shouting at me to push her knees back to her fucking ears and shove my cock inside her bare.

But that other persistent one percent banged on my skull, reminding me that it was completely stupid and irresponsible to risk it with someone I barely knew. Not only that, but her chances of me blowing my load too soon—which, judging by the way my dick was spasming watching her finger herself—was very likely to happen. She might be on the pill, but that wasn’t foolproof.

“You gotta give me five minutes,” I begged.

She sat up, removing her top and unclasping her bra, tossing it hastily to the floor. My eyes fluttered shut at the sight.

I jumped her, pushing up between her legs, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the mattress on either side of her head. The box spring creaked under the weight of us.

Nose to nose, I mumbled against her lips, “Five minutes, Trouble. You can touch yourself, but don’t you dare come without my tongue or cock somewhere inside you.” I kissed her hard, dragging it on for longer than I intended to, and then shoved myself off the bed and pulled my briefs back up my legs.

“Where are you going?”

I pulled open the door. “To find a way to fuck you so hard you think you hear reindeer on the goddamn roof.”

My first thought was Mateo. I jogged down the hallway toward his bedroom and hesitated outside. He was either awake or he wasn’t, there was no use pussyfooting around. I rapped on the door. “Cap, help me out.”

I paced in a short circle, scratching the back of my neck, willing my erection to calm the fuck down before I offered Mateo more ammo to give me shit for the rest of my life. It was only a minute but it felt like thirty when the door opened and my best friend peeked a squinty eye out.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Condom. Now.”

His squinty eye opened all the way and his grumpy expression lifted. “You getting laid, brother?”

“Listen, I don’t have time for fucking tea and biscuits. There’s a naked bombshell of a woman sprawled out in my bed right now, and I need a rubber before I nut in my fucking pants.”

“I don’t have one, man.” He crossed his arms over his bare chest, laughing. “I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean you don’t have one?” I flung my arms around. “You’re a fucking pornstar.”

“I prefer sex worker,” he corrected me. “But when’s the last time you saw one of those wearing a fucking condom, Pike?”

My fingers flexed at my sides, frustration seeping out of me. I took another short, despairing lap up and down the hall. “This can’t be happening.”

Mateo checked the time on his watch. “Ron’s still open for another half hour.” He shrugged.

I clasped my hands together on top of my head and stared at the dim lights on the ceiling. If I drove out to the gas station it would be at least twenty fucking minutes there and back, but what choice did I really have?

“Nothing in the bathroom?”

“Dude, be my guest.” Mateo pushed the bedroom door open and waved me inside. “Don’t wake my fucking girlfriend up, she’ll kill you.”

I sprinted past a snoozing Tally into the bathroom and pulled open every goddamn drawer underneath the sink, sorting through the contents like there was a delivery boy at the door and I couldn’t find any cash to tip him.

“You’re cleaning all this shit up.” Mateo leaned against the door frame and blocked the light from completely seeping into the bedroom.

There were tampons and cotton swabs falling to the floor. I rearranged a perfectly organized accessory box and flung about a dozen ponytail holders onto the tile. Mateo’s travel bag of mini shampoos and grooming tools got unzipped and dumped out into the sink for me to root through more efficiently.

“I’ll clean your fucking toilets if I find a condom in here.” I pushed one drawer shut and flung open the mirrored cabinet over the sink. Band-Aids, ibuprofen, nasal spray, three different fucking flavors of lube.

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