Page 330 of Screwged for Christmas

“Look at me, Ivy Sunday.” Raspy with just enough inflection to command.

Her gaze sought his and she fell into his welcoming gaze and nearly melted like a snowflake enchanted by the allure of the flame.

“You deserve all the love and kindness in the world. You never tell anyone no, you work and find a way and you always have a smile on your face even when you’re feeling a little crazy inside.” He cupped her face between his hands. “Don’t ever believe otherwise.”

“How do you do that?”

He sat back a little at her question. “What?”

“Peel back the layers like an onion and delve right into the tender heart of things?”

“It’s easy when you know someone as well as I know you.”

“It’s been a long time, Aspen.”

“Was I wrong?”

He moved a large swap of hair to the side and leaned in to kiss the tender spot just below her ear. Her weakness and he knew it.

“No, but,” and then her words trailed off. All words lost.

“I have a confession,” he muffled against her skin. “Two years ago, the night your boyfriend proposed to you. I was there. Hand poised to knock on your door, ring in hand.”

Her heart stopped.

“Aspen? What are you talking about?”

He held a hand up. “Let me finish, baby. I finally had enough of living without you. I’d lost Jace and realized I didn’t want to live without you anymore. Kade was right. I should have come clean sooner, but this...”

She watched Aspen pull a box out of his pocket and took it from him.

“You’ve kept this all this time?”

He nodded, a grim look on his face.

She turned the box over in her hands. “How did you know Lewis was proposing?”

“I caught sight of the stupid bastard on one knee through the window. It took a lot of fucking control not to bust your door down, and steal you away.”

“But?” She could barely breathe.

He slashed a hand through his hair, a pissed off look taking over his expression. “You looked happy and I had no right in destroying that.”

He leaned in slowly and melted his lips over hers in a warm, heart-searing yet equally sweet kiss, and for those brief seconds everything around her went silent. And they were back on the football field, their first kiss and the same fireworks going off in her head.

Why did she have to like the feel of his lips against hers felt so damn perfect? Soft yet possessive. She pivoted her head and took the kiss deeper, unrushed.

“While I couldn’t barge into your life then, my sweet Ivy I sure the hell can now. After this morning and after I fed that bare pussy my cum, you should know, I’m not going anywhere. No more playing the nice guy next door. I’m taking what I want and I want you.”

She slipped her hands through the lapels of his coat and wrapped her arms around his waist. His body heat enveloped her and she breathed in his “No, Aspen. You never were the nice boy next door. You were the bad boy in sheep's clothing and I fell for your lines and sweet smile. Time and time again.”

He leaned down, slid his hands down the curves of her ass and lifted.

She wrapped her legs around him, his cock already hardening between them.

“Be honest, has anyone else ever taken you bare, Ivy Sunday? That douche Lewis? I have no right to ask, but I need to know. Answer me and don’t lie. Have you let another man feed you their milk?”

“What?” she snapped, surprised. “Aspen, I’ve had sex int he last eight years.”

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