Page 52 of Better Not Pout
“Alright, sweetheart, this is what us McCoys like to call Wrap Battle. And the winners tonight have a special prize that Katherine and I picked out ourselves. Tried to keep it for myself, but my beautiful wife said that wasn’t allowed.” He laughs,shooting her a wink. “The goal is to take those rolls of wrapping paper and wrap Wells here up, tape and all, before Scarlett wraps Amelia!”
She looks up at me with a smirk. “Hm. So Wells is the present this year?”
Pops laughs, shooting her a wink before he walks over to my sister and hands her the roll of wrapping paper.
Once he’s out of earshot, I lean down, letting my lips brush against the lobe of her ear, something that I’ve noticed never fails to make her shiver. “Be a good girl and make sure that we win, and I’ll gladly be your present, baby. Although I’d rather be the one doing the unwrapping later.”
“Wells!” she mutters, gaze bouncing around the room like someone overheard me. “We’re around your family. Can you not talk like that with them right there!”
A pink flush is spreading down her cheeks, and fuck, a bolt of satisfaction runs through me. Every time I say something even slightly dirty to her, she blushes like this.
I fucking love it. Makes me want to say even more scandalous shit to her.
“Thought that was the point.” I wink, and she just shakes her head with a roll of her eyes. I can see the smile playing at her lips that she’s trying to hide. “Why, baby, is it turning you on? Thinking about all of the things I plan to do to you when we get back to the cabin?”
“No.”Freaking yes.
I chuckle. “Better make sure we win, then.”
Stepping away, I walk over to the spot where Pops wants us and cross my arms over my chest. I can feel her stare from over here, and it only makes me grin harder.
Christ, I love riling her up. Rosalie Sullivan is sugar and spice, and I love every single bit of both sides of her.
And right now? She’s not annoyed as she’s pretending so hard to be. She’s turned on.
We might not know each other well yet, as well as a real couple would. But in the short time that I’ve known her, I’ve learned a few things about her.
Including how responsive she is to those filthy words. And with just the barest touch, she comes alive.
She subtly presses her thighs together, likely recalling the way I fucked her hard against the wall in the shower right before coming here. We were almost late because then she dropped to her knees and took me down her throat so deep I thought my fucking legs were going to give out. I had to clutch the wall so I didn’t end up on the floor.
This girl and her mouth, for all of the reasons, might actually be the death of me.
Pops cups his hands around his mouth to be heard over the loud chatter. “Okay, we’re going to give you four a couple of minutes to talk strategy, and then it’s go time! When we set the timer, whoever wraps their partner first wins!”
Rosalie walks over, eyes squinting in concentration while she chews the edge of her lip contemplatively. “Why couldn’t it be me instead of you? You’re freaking huge.”
I grin. “Fuck yeah, I am.”
“You’re ridiculous.” She huffs a laugh, shaking her head as she glances back at my parents. “I love how excited your parents are for this. And just… how excited they are to be around all their children and grandchildren. I don’t think I’ve seen that smile slip off your mom’s face since we got here.”
They’re sharing a cup of eggnog, whispering back and forth in between their laughter. I’m sure they’ve already picked who they think will win, and the money’s on me. As it should be.
What? I was a professional hockey player—playing to win is in my blood. Doesn’t just stop on the ice.
“It’s the one and only thing she asks for. It feels like nothing, and honestly, the very bare minimum we can do to make her this happy.” I shrug as we both stare over at my parents until Rosalie turns back to me with a smile of her own. One that has my pulse pounding. She’s so fucking pretty.
“She asked me today while we were baking when we were going to have a baby. Said she’s not getting any younger, and we’d make pretty ones.”
Jesus Christ. Intrusive questions skipped me and went straight to Rosalie.
“Shit. I’m sorry. What did you say?”
Her plump lips curve into a smirk. “That I think you secretly have a breeding kink, so probably sooner rather than later.”
My eyes are about to come out of my fucking head when she giggles, stepping in close and sliding her hand along my chest. She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip before she says, “Just kidding. I told her that I had no idea, but she’d be the first to know when the time came. What else do you think I’d say, Wells?”
“For fuck’s sake, Rosalie.”
