Page 4 of Eggnog and Edging
Wrapping my arms around her like this is so much more intimate than the hug she gave me earlier. “I want whatever you're cooking.”
She’s an incredible cook, and if her father didn’t think that only men could run a business, we’d be wise to include her. I’ve always been pretty sure Ryker felt the same way, and that was why he converted one of the spare bedrooms into a kitchen studio for her to run her cooking vlogs out of.
Ross thought it was a waste of space, but liked getting to taste-test everything, so he didn’t complain.
I try to dip my finger into the bowl, but she swats me. “Don't put your grimy fingers in there. Who knows where they’ve been.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I can’t keep my cock from twitching. Carrying out my plan, despite the audience, I say, “I know where I want them to be.”
Her body goes tense before she gathers herself. “You’ll have to wait. I’m getting this ready for the eggnog competition at the festival tonight.”
“Pretty please. Give me a taste,” I beg.
She elbows my arm out of the way and gets a clean spoon from the drawer, dips it in the bowl, then lifts it over her shoulder. Leaning closer, I fantasize about licking other kinds of creamy goodness off of her.
Is my groan too much for an eggnog sample? Maybe, but it’s nothing compared to how my body wants to react to her.
Then I notice the drip on her collarbone. I drag a finger through it then suck my finger clean. My plan is playing out as best as I could hope for, given the three other women here.
Starla giggles, her shoulders raise, and I realize another drip has buried itself in her cleavage. She’s definitely into this, which takes away any question whether the feelings I have for her are mutual.
“Looks like I missed some.” I reach around, getting far more pleasure from where my finger is than what I’m wiping off of her. If we could get rid of her friends, I’d cover her in my cum, drag my finger through it, and feed it to her.
“Stop it, Cullen.” Starla’s tone makes it clear that’s the last thing she wants. My cock sees no reason to play it safe.
Someone in the living room says something but I’m too focused on Starla to care until she blurts out, “I should go next.”
In a heartbeat, she wiggles away from me to be next at something, bringing my efforts to an end. Not to worry though, I’ve left my mark.
“Would you like some french toast casserole?” the woman by the sink asks.
Never missing a chance for food, although I’m not sure who made it, I take a piece. It also gives me a reason to stay. It’s damn good, but as I finish, I nearly choke when Starla returns in a festive dress as revealing as the one her friend was wearing.
She mentioned the Krampusnach festival tonight, but she’ll freeze in that short thing. And while I don’t know much about sewing, it doesn’t seem like there’s time to get it ready.
Starla looks at me from under her lashes, completing the seduction. Her coy smile catches me off guard and I realize I’m shaking my head. What she doesn’t know is that I’m imagining bending her over the counter, holding that short excuse of a skirt out of the way, and fucking her.
Ryker has no idea what his little note has unlocked in me. Thinking about it reminds me that I need to talk to him.
“What are you wearing, young lady?” Ross’ voice bellows from the front door. “I thought you were entering the eggnog contest, not the…” He gestures wildly.
I can only imagine what’s going through his head seeing his little girl with her tits spilling over the top of the dress and her bare legs drawing equal attention.
“It's not for tonight.” Starla’s response gives me a little relief, but I still wonder where she’d wear it.
Ryker walks in behind Ross. Both stare, wide-eyed, but the lust in Ryker’s eyes is completely different than the disapproval in Ross’.
“Where do you plan on wearing it?” Ross asks the million-dollar question. I also want to know the answer, but for a totally different reason.
“It’s for a Christmas thing.”
“Thing?”Ross won’t let that fly.
She stands a little taller.“It’s a Christmas charity auction.”
Fuck no! There’s only one charity auction this dress would be appropriate for… The Christmas Cherry Auction.
And apparently her dad’s heard of it, because he calls her out. To my surprise she confesses. It hits me how I can see the gorgeous woman she’s become and not realize she might participate.
