Page 36 of Honkers Under the Holly

“Don’t worry,Liebling. I’m going to give you everything you need.” My hips jerked, and I thrust into her. Her breastsand belly, hips and thighs, bounced and shook in such a gorgeous and sensual way that I wanted to touch and caress her everywhere, wanted my hands all over her at once.

She panted, and gasped for more breath, her nipples pearled into tight buds, and a flush crept up her chest and neck. Her body was clamoring to come, and she just needed a push to get over that edge into the bliss of orgasm, into oblivion.

She dropped her head down to look at me, and I reached up, gripping the back of her neck and pulled her down to me, never once letting up with the thrusts of my hips. She lost her rhythm entirely, and it was my turn to take control of her pleasure.

I slid my hands down her soft, sweet neck, wrapping my hands around, and finding those pulse points on either side of her throat. “That’s right my naughty girl. I want you to come for me.”

Her moans, turned into guttural groans, stuttering as I tightened my grip and pounded up into her. Her pussy clenched and released, then clamped down on me hard as she closed her eyes and exploded into her orgasm. I followed right behind, almost blacking out at the intensity of our matching climaxes.

Once we both came down out of that blissful high, she lay curled against my chest. I pulled her tighter against me and traced the ring on her finger. The diamond caught the city lights from our window, but it wasn’t nearly as beautiful as Sara Jayne’s smile.

“You really carried this around for weeks?” she asked, examining the vintage setting.

“I was waiting for the perfect moment.” I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Though I didn’t expect it to be a day where our goose gave game day predictions with The Boys for the Bowl, a viral scandal, and Tommy, of all people, saving the day.”

“Sounds perfect to me.” She turned in my arms, eyes sparkling. “But then again, I did get you to fake an engagementwith me after knowing you for only like two days, so my judgment might be questionable.”

“Best decision ever.” I pulled her closer. “Both times.”

The next morning, I needed about forty-two gallons of coffee. I had a very busy night. But someone else beat me to the order at the hotel’s little coffee shop.

“Two lattes, two rooibos beauty teas, one for me and one for the woman literally glowing with happiness, and—oh look,” April grabbed the morning newspaper from the rack, and flipped right past the sports section and to the entertainment news. “The paper too, please. The Post already has your love story in print.”

I stared down at the article with a snapshot of me and Sara Jayne being enveloped in a big hug from behind by MVP Tommy Frayzer. I’d have stood there all day if April hadn’t nudged me to pick up our orders and guided me over to the booth at the hotel’s coffee shop. Sara Jayne was there waiting with their baby girl in her arms, giving her a couple of bounces to keep her snoozing peacefully.

“Though I have to say.” April glared at me and Sara Jayne as she distributed the beverages. “I’m a bit offended everyone’s so shocked. It was obvious you two were madly in love from the moment I met you.”

I nearly choked on my coffee. “Wait, what?”

“Oh, please.” She waved her hand dismissively. “You two at Magda’s party pretending to be engaged, then everyone thinks Sara Jayne’s engaged to Tommy? I figured you were just trying to keep things private until you sorted out the whole house-sitting situation.”

Sara Jayne stared at her. “You knew? This whole time?”

“Sweetheart, I’ve been married to football for fifteen years. I know when a player has fallen in true love when I see it.” April’seyes sparkled. “Also, the way Mac looked at you... let’s just say Tommy isn’t the only one who needs acting lessons.”

“Speaking of acting,” Bridger said, joining us with Chris in tow, both clutching massive hot chocolates, “that was quite a performance at the press conference, Tommy.”

Tommy grinned from his spot next to me. “What can I say? I’m a man of many talents.”

“Like matchmaking?” April raised an eyebrow.

“And goose wrangling,” Sara Jayne added. “Don’t forget his true calling.”

“About that...” Chris leaned forward eagerly. “We’re having family game night next weekend. Dad says you should come because Sir Honksalot would have a lot of fun playing with all of us kids.”

Bridger caught my eye with a knowing look. “Chris has been very insistent about expanding game night lately. Nothing to do with sweet little Trixie Moore moving in next door, I’m sure.”

Chris turned as red as his hot chocolate cup. “Da-ad!”

“The plot thickens,” Tommy stage-whispered. “Looks like I’m not the only matchmaker around.”

“You guys have to come,” Chris pressed on, desperately changing the subject. “Mac can tell me more about being an all-star quarterback for a division one level team, and Sara Jayne can help me with what to say to Trix... I mean, help us all with InstaSnap.”

“Smooth,” Bridger muttered into his coffee.

“We’d love to,” I said, watching Sara Jayne try not to laugh at Chris’s obvious crush. “Though Sir Honksalot’s social media fee is getting pretty steep these days.”

“I heard he’s booked for a Valentine’s day spread in that big home decor magazine,” April said. “Something about trending holiday decorations?”

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