Page 76 of Hiding for the Holidays
She starts to move faster on my cock, and I encourage her with my hands. When she gently scrapes a finger nail up my taint and balls, I lose control. “I’m gonna come,” I tell her, trying to pull her off but she doesn’t stop her bobbing.
“I can’t—” My next words are garbled as I grunt, my hand tightening in her hair as I release myself in her mouth. She swallows everything down as my entire body spasms.
I hum in approval as she licks me clean and tucks me back in. I help her stand, then kiss her deeply. Tasting myself on her tongue only turns me on more. Even though I’ve just come, I know I could come again with her pussy wrapped around my cock.
But not here.
“Let’s get you warmed up, it’s freezing out here.” I pull the door open and kick the brick aside as she heads in. I make sure the door is secured as we move back to the kitchen. We spend the next hour cleaning and packaging up our treats. We would have been done sooner, but I keep stopping to kiss her. Each time, I let my hands roam her body a little further. When I squeeze her breasts, over her shirt, she whimpers and her fingers dig into my arm so tightly I’m sure she left indents on my skin. By the time we leave the bakery she’s practically growling in frustration.
She tries to climb into the truck when I place the treats on her seat but I stop her. “There’s one more place I want to take you.”
“We’re not going home?” she practically pouts and I laugh at her adorableness.
“Tired of me already, shortcake?”
“No!” she says, her eyes widening with worry. “I just meant… I… nevermind.”
I push her back against the front grill of my truck, trapping her there as I grin down at her frustrated face. “Did I get you all worked up, Rosie?” I ask, stroking her cheek with my thumb.
She swallows heavily and nods. I lean down and suck her earlobe for a second before whispering, “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t let you go to sleep needy.”
I pull back and smile at her red cheeks. “Come on, this won’t take long.” I drag her to the sidewalk as we head a couple stores down to the Cafe. “This is where we first met,” I tell her before opening the door and letting her in.
We get in line behind one other person. “You remember how we met?” I ask her.
“You dropped your wallet and I found it.”
I nod, a guilty smile playing on my lips. “I have a confession to make. I dropped it on purpose.”
“What?!” she asks in surprise. “Why? You didn’t even know I was there.”
“I did. I’d seen you across the street in the park. When I was getting my coffee I was trying to figure out how to approach you without being creepy. When I came out and saw you looking at the window, I did the first thing I could think of.”
“I could have taken your wallet and run.”
I shrug and smile at her. “I knew you wouldn’t. I could tell you were a good person.” I study her face, trying to figure out what she’s thinking. “Areyou mad?”
She huffs out a laugh and shakes her head. “No, just surprised. You never stop amazing me, Leo.”
“You too, Rosie.” I kiss her forehead as we step up to the counter.
“I thought your name was Clara?” Jeanie, the barrister asks in confusion.
“Ah, yeah, it’s a middle name I sometimes go by,” Rosie tells her awkwardly.
“Rosie doesn’t happen to stand for Rosalie, does it?”
Both our bodies tense as we stare at the girl. Finally, I answer, “Why do you ask?”
“There was a guy here the other day, said he was looking for a girl named Rosalie.”
Rosie grips my arm tightly as she asks, “What did he look like?”
“Brown hair, styled back, about five foot ten or eleven, decent shape.”
Rosie doesn’t answer, so I thank the girl and we quickly leave, forgetting all ideas of getting drinks.
When we step outside I pull her into me as our heads swivel in every direction, looking for the threat. If I knew he was in town I never would have taken her out.
