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He winks and I groan, throwing my hands up into the air.
“Can you please make yourself useful and add some mini chocolate chips to that batter, officer?” The pan is heating up and Chris tosses a few chips into his mouth before pouring a generous amount into the bowl, mixing everything up with the whisk and bringing the bowl over to stove.
“You like giving orders, do you?” He stands behind me and kisses me on the cheek, setting the bowl on the counter next to the stove and pulling me back into him deep with his strong arms. I place my fingers tentatively on his forearms, feeling pure muscle beneath my hands. There’s something different in his embrace than there was a year ago, and it isn’t just because he’s become bigger and stronger. I can feel something different in the way he holds me now. It’s like he knows I’m his. It feel so good, but those feelings of doubt keep creeping their way in.
But I can’t say no. I can’t hold out any longer. I won’t be able to.
I cannot resist this man.
Chapter Six - Chris
This time I’m driving. All those nights we spent under the starry sky with her head in the crook of my neck, our shoes off and our toes feeling the warmth of the silky summer air were nice, and there’s more to come. I’m going to make her mine, and I know how much she wants it.
We hop into her truck after a delicious breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes. I even helped make them. Maybe I just added one ingredient to the mix, but that’s helping. They wouldn’t have been the same without the chocolate chips. They would have been good, but lacking something special for Christmas morning.
“What do you want to listen to?” I ask, clicking on the radio. “Classic rock, Christmas tunes, pop, hip hop, country. The world is your oyster.”
“Do you feel like just talking?” she asks, peering out the window. By now the roads have been cleared, and I feel confident that we’ll be able to get to my house without any trouble. I need to wish my dad a Merry Christmas, and I want to bring home my girl to see him. They’ve met a million times before, but I want to remind him of what a good girl I have. Plus, I’m hoping we can entice him to come over to the Murphys for dinner.
“Absolutely,” I say, shifting into gear and pulling carefully out of the long driveway. When I come back later I’ll quickly shovel and throw down some salt. I don’t want Jess’ old man to do it. “I think we have a lot to talk about, anyway.”
We make our way steadily up the small hill at the end of Jess’ street. I should have done a better job of getting the pile of snow out of the bed of the truck, because the weight feels a little heavy in the back, but we’re off and on our way in no time at all.
“Well, what do you want to talk about?” she asks, looking over at me but then shifting her eyes back to the road. She seems nervous, but there’s no need.
“I’ve got you, babe. No need to doubt my driving ability. You think a boy from central New York can’t drive in the aftermath of a storm?” I laugh and glance over at her as her expression warms up a little and she relaxes her hands in her lap.
“Guess I’ve spent too long on the West Coast, maybe.”
“So what was that about you maybe transferring?” I ask, pulling onto the main drag. I honk as we pass Derek showing his last tree to an eager customer, and he waves back at me. In the light of day, it seems like last night’s storm is a distant memory. The roads are clear and everything’s been plowed and salted. There’s even a good amount of cars on the road, people picking up last minute things for the holiday.
“Yeah, I don’t know. I was thinking about it.” Her voice is a little brighter than it was before, and as I look over at her gorgeous, fresh face, her beautiful lips and sparkling eyes, my cock starts acting up again.
I pull onto my street and into the driveway. It’s the house I grew up in with my mom and dad, and now that it’s just me and dad the house feels bigger and more empty. Dad and I rarely eat dinner together, and he’s always working. He commutes down to the city every day for his job at a finance firm in Midtown. I think this was part of why mom left, but I never really got involved in their arguments. I tended to be out of the house when things really heated up between them. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to face it.
The driveway’s been plowed and shoveled, and as I slow to a stop to grab my keys to click open the garage, I notice that his car is gone.
Jess and I tie our scarves around our necks a little tighter before getting out of her truck and making our way quickly toward the house.
“Doesn’t look like dad’s home,” I say, grabbing my phone and pulling up the last text I sent him. I reply, wishing him a Merry Christmas and asking where he is.
Jess steps tentatively into the foyer, peeking up the stairs and removing her coat. “I haven’t been at your house in a while, huh?” she says, hanging up her coat on the pegboard on the wall next to the door as though she's in her own home. A surge of possessiveness shoots through my veins when I see her make herself at home in the old house I grew up in. She belongs here.
I check the first floor, the kitchen, living room and dining room for my dad, thinking he might have left his car somewhere. But he doesn’t seem to be around, and I decide it’s all for the better.
“It’s a shame you haven’t been here in so long, Jess.” I circle around her and force her back against the wall, lifting her up easily in my arms.
Her lips meet mine frantically, our mouths crashing together in a long, passionate kiss. I grind myself into her body, squeezing her ass and pressing her into me. Her gorgeous, curvy legs wrap up around me and I hold her against the wall easily, hungrily kissing her and imagining our clothes off and my cock buried deep inside her wet pussy.
“You belong here now. Do you understand?” I groan into her hair, my steel-hard cock straining against my clothes.
“Yes,” she pants, over and over. “Yes. Yes.”
It was so easy to bring her off last night, her body absolutely melting in my hands. I know that she’s untouched, and I’m going to make myself her first and last.
I slip a hand down between us, feeling her ripe and soft pussy behind my fingers. I move and massage her clit softly, strumming against her wetness and pulling soft moans from inside her throat. Her head is tilted back and my mouth feasts upon her long, beautiful neck, licking and sucking until I can’t take it anymore.
Pulling my hand out of her panties, I scoop her up by the ass and carry her to the stairs. Her legs are wrapped around me so tight, and I move up the stairs fast and carry her to my bedroom.
