Page 39 of The Holiday Hookup List
I swallow hard. “But?”
“Today brought up a lot of memories. I need to run, and there’s a good chance I’ll toss and turn all night. I don’t want to subject you to that.”
My heart breaks for him. “I can handle it.”
“You shouldn’t have to.” He gives me a small smile. “Besides, you’re staying at my place tomorrow. I don’t want you to get sick of me.”
Never,I think, but I’m not ready to say it. Instead, I kiss the freckles on his nose. And when he pulls away to slide off the bed, I let him go.
Chapter 15
Gideon
Day 9: Butt Plugs & Baking
Valencia asked me to stay. And I saidno.
That knowledge eats away at me all Saturday morning. I hate that I couldn’t spend the night with the woman I ... adore ... because my demons caught up to me. After I left her, I ran on the treadmill until I’d exhausted myself and still slept poorly.
But Valencia is spending the whole weekend with me, and I’m determined not to let the past interfere.
In a move I now regret, I gave Rodrigo’s number to Valencia, and the two of them went shopping for butt plugstogether. The ones Valencia bought are red and green with heart-shaped plastic crystals on the bases. She presents them to me after a day of baking gingerbread and drinking coquito, a Puerto Rican holiday drink that’s heavy on the rum.
“We’re really doing this?” I sigh, like Rodrigo didn’t book me a last-minute wax just for the occasion.
“Oh, yeah.” Her dark eyes gleam with merriment. “We are really doing this.”
I’ve been on the giving end of anal a few times—with men and women—but never the receiving end. We’ve both researched best practices, and the plugs Valencia bought are for beginners, but I’m still nervous.
Since I skipped the blindfold last night, I let her insert mine first. The plug is overwhelming, but in a good way, and it intensifies the pleasure when I fuck her from behind, especially with the enticing visual of that red heart-shaped gem in her cute little asshole.
But then Valencia says something that knocks me for a loop. “Gideon, I want to try.”
My brain and hips stutter to a halt. “Try ...?”
She peers at me over her shoulder, her cheek pressed to the bed. “I don’t know if I’ll ever do this level of prep again, so we might as well do it.”
I attempt to clarify. “Byit, you mean ...”
I can’t get the words out, but she nods anyway. “Please.”
Please. She wants me topleasefuck her in the ass.
My whole body alights with fierce anticipation, but I manage to keep my voice steady. “All right.”
I pull out of her, because I can’t think straight while buried in her cunt. Carefully grasping the jeweled base of her plug, I tug on it gently, teasing her as it slides free. She gives a soft gasp, but I don’t pause. I spit on her asshole and slip the tip of my wet thumb inside.
She whimpers, arching back against me, and I bite off a groan. She’s so fucking tight, clamping around me as I push deeper.
“Oh, God. This might be too much.”
“Easy, Vixen,” I breathe, slowly sliding my thumb in and out. My other fingers grip the curve of her ass cheek for leverage. “How’s it feel?”
“It’s ... it’s good,” she whispers.
“Ready for more?” When she nods, I add lube and replace my thumb with my index and middle fingers, stretching her.
She gives a sharp hiss and her shoulders hunch. “I’m okay,” she says when I pause. “It’s just ... full.”
