Page 4 of Pumpkin
Finlay
She can barely look at me and I can barely keep my eyes off her. If Claire wasn’t sitting in the next room texting with her boyfriend, I’d struggle not to grab this woman’s soft curves and spread her out on the counter, taking my holiday feast from her body.
I bet that cunt is juicy and sweet, ripe for the taking. And I’d take it, all right. I’d take it over and over again, making her come so hard she could do little more than mutter my name. I’d fill her waiting womb with my seed and let her know exactly who she belongs to.
Pity what I want and what I’m gonna get are two very different things…
“Looks like you have everything,” she says, turning away from the pantry but speaking with a shake in her voice. “Except for, uh, fresh cranberries and h-heavy cream.” She swallows hard, delivering the information like she’s afraid I’ll yell at her. Something about that realization hits me hard in the chest.Is she afraid of me?
“I’ll grab my coat and we can head to the store.”
Her cheeks turn pink. “We?”
I chuckle. She’s so sweet and innocent but somehow, that flicker of fear turns me on even more.What is wrong with me?
“You need the cranberries and heavy cream, right? Let’s go.”
Her mouth opens and forms an O. My dick twitches as my mind goes to the gutter, imagining my cock filling that sweet mouth of hers. “What about Claire?”
“Claire,” I call out, eyes locked with Petra’s. “We’re heading to the store. Do you need anything?”
“Did you get the tiny marshmallows for the yams?”
“I did.”
“Then no. I’ll wait here.”
A smile curves my lips. “She’ll wait here,” I say to Petra, gesturing for her to head toward the door. I grab her coat off the hook and hold it out to her, inhaling the cinnamon scent of her hair as she slides her arms inside and thanks me in a small voice.
“I won’t hurt you,” I say before my brain has had a chance to process the words leaving my mouth.
She sucks in a breath as her beautiful brown eyes swing upward to meet mine. “What if I want you to?”
