Page 183 of Screwged for Christmas

Holy fuck.

I collapsed on Gabriel’s chest. His cock still hard and pulsating inside me. I was panting and sweaty. I pushed a lock of my hair out of my face.

That was fucking fantastic. My whole body quivered with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Gabriel was seriously good at this.

“Messy girl. I should make you lick me clean.”

My mouth formed a little “O” in surprise and, I admit, curiosity.

So tempting.

I looked up at him and I saw a look in his eyes I’ve never seen in a man’s. Desire, sure, but something deeper. Something more meaningful. I’ve been desired by everyone—college dean, professors, my dad’s business partners. But not once did I ever consider anything romantic with any of them until Gabriel. And when he looked at me like I could be his world I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what if. What if this Christmas was different? What if this man wanted me for me and not as a way to keep close to my father?

What if I told him how much I craved him when I had no business wanting him? Long before a man like him could ever want someone like me?

I fell over his chest and rested my head against his heart, taking comfort in the rhythmic sound.

Craziest thought of all, I might be falling for him in a really big way.

Smeared and filthy with our mixed releases, we lie together in each other’s arms until every muscle in my body turned light as a feather.

He drew lazy circles over my back. I don’t know what this is between us but I don’t want to assume it’s something that will last. I didn’t want to add mortification to the list of emotions I was feeling, so I kept my thoughts clamped down and tucked away for safekeeping.

Soft sounds of caroling filtered through and for the first time since walking in here, I took notice of the lamps, soft colored throw rugs tossed over hardwood and the comfortable bed under us. A fireplace on the opposite wall gave the open space loft a cozy feeling. I’d love to sit by with Gabriel. I could see myself plump and happy carrying his baby.

Fingers stroked through my hair. “What are you thinking?”

The brief half a second before answering and my mouth opening I considered lying to him. What the hell would he say to my fantasies.

“Nothing. Just wondering when the snow will let up so we can get home.”

He rolled us over and pinned my legs open. I immediately felt his hot cum spilling from my body.

“Liar.”

His cock was already hard again and he fisted the length, guiding the fat head to my opening, guiding his milk back in with a light thrust.

“Fuck, I’ll never get bored of seeing how well your pussy swallows my cock,” he growled. “There’s not a day I don’t want to see your pretty pussy drinking my milk.”

Jesus help me. Am I nuts to think he might already have me pregnant? And why am I not worried like I should be? Nuts was fucking my dad’s best friend. Falling for him sat at the top of that list too. But all on Christmas Eve made it ten times crazier.

Yet, here we are.

I wrapped my legs around him.

“No need to stop now. Don’t we have all night? Why don’t you give us both memories of tonight we’ll never forget?”

CHAPTER 8

GABRIEL

We made love three more times last night and welcomed the sun with a glorious climax that left us both so drained there was no way my ice princess wasn’t carrying my baby. The idea of seeing her round with our child caused a possessive need to lock her beauty away for only me to enjoy.

Then again letting the world see her claimed and on my arm gave me a sense of pride too. Hell, I don’t know. From the time I hauled her sweet ass over my shoulder and kidnapped her away from those assholes she has had me on fire. There’s something special about this girl I didn’t see until I got her away from all those brats leeching off their parents. I’ve lit something inside her and she’s done the same for me.

When she uttered the words...give us both something to remember…last night, my heart wanted to explode. How could she even think I would simply walk away after giving her my seed? Her father, a friend or not, did a number on her and that’s something I’ll have to correct. I plan on showing her every single day of my life on this rock how much she means to me. I didn’t buy into all that love at first sight crap, but I’m not a fool either nor arrogant enough to think I understand everything there is about this world.

Who the fuck am I to say insta-love isn’t real?

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