Page 31 of Merry Little Christmas
“Nope.” I tipped it back and drained half the vodka cranberry in one go.
What? It had cranberries—those are festive.
“Thank you,” I told him when I came up for air.
“What do you know? You told the parents and the world didn’t end.”
I snickered and picked at the Styrofoam. “I can tell myself all day long that everyone saw it coming, but that didn’t make it any less scary.”
“You’ve always been terrible at keeping secrets, kid.”
“I’m not a?—”
“Sure, you’re not.”
Rolling my eyes, I collapsed onto the couch next to Mom,squirming to find a comfortable position. When her soft hand landed on my back, I relaxed—slightly. “You couldn’t have possibly thought we would be upset with you,” she whispered, pulling me into her side. “You’ve been in love with that boy since the minute you locked eyes—it’s never been a secret.”
I leaned onto her shoulder. It hadn’t been an easy decision for me to move away, but Jesse was adamant in staying. It made sense, really. He was a few years older and already had an established friend group, and I still hadn’t discovered who I truly was yet. Besides, I couldn’t let Dad move alone. The thrill of something more than this middle-of-nowhere town excited me, so I chose to leave.
As a result, the limited time I got with Mom only became that much more precious. In that moment, her hand on my back was all I needed.
The open floor plan allowed me to watch Cole as he stirred something on the stove—wrong, according to his mother. They bickered quietly but as if he knew I was watching, he peered over his shoulder. A naughty grin, and I wriggled on the spot.
The toy seemed ten times bigger than it actually was but something about having it there was… comforting. It was a constant reminder that I wasn’t in this alone.
Not that anyone was paying our relationship much attention. Festivities had continued as normal. My first drink disappeared, and Cole made me a second before I could even move. Naturally, people asked about my job over dinner. Little did they know, I spent my days on the couch in my pajamas.
Well, when Ihadsteady work that is.
I lied my way through it, which earned me an assault with the toy. I stiffened in my seat, but passed it off as a chill. Thankfully, no one noticed my odd behavior. Cole’s hand found my thigh beneath the table, squeezing gently.
God, I was in trouble.
Even more so halfway through dinner when I encountered aproblem. I held it as long as I could, but my tiny bladder and vodka teamed up against me to make me very uncomfortable very quickly. While everyone else was engrossed in conversation about football, I dropped my voice down and whispered to Cole. “I have to use the bathroom.”
Not realizing why I was telling him, Cole made the automatic move to stand and let me past his chair. I trapped his hand on the table, dropping my voice down even lower. “What am I supposed to do about the…?”
He picked up his napkin, pretending to wipe off his mouth. “You can take it out, but it goes right back in when you’re finished. Do you have your phone?”
I nodded, swallowing hard.
“Good. Go.”
Excusing myself from the table, I went down the hall to the bathroom. Cole had been generous with the lube when he inserted the vibrator, so it slid in easily once I was finished. I suppressed a moan, wiggling the toy around until it nestled perfectly against my sweet spots.
I needed to make sure it was in the correct position, right?
My fingers brushed against that sensitive bundle of nerves, swollen from the stimulation and dripping with my arousal. I sighed. My touch lingered, and I was powerless to stop it. My phone chimed in my pocket.
I ignored it.
Perhaps Ishouldhave been ashamed—but I was too turned on to care. Leaning back and spreading my legs as far as my jeans would allow, my fingertips brushed against the toy inserted inside me. I’d been wearing it all night, and no one was even suspicious. The naughty nature of it all only made me hotter. Luckily, Cole had only activated it once in the car.
Until now.
It hummed to life in my hand, and the tickling torture hurtled me closer to my orgasm.
I couldn’t stop. The pressure was too much. Pressing down with my fingers, I fucked into my palm. My phone was going haywire, buzzing just as intensely as the toy. It had to be Cole, demanding that I stop or reminding me of what would happen if I didn’t.
