Page 26 of Home For Christmas

“You approve?” I teased, wiggling my ass and knowing full well I was driving him insane.

Declan growled. “Dammit, if you keep that up my cock might literally break my zipper.”

“We can’t have that.” I turned back around and worked the button and fly on his jeans open. His legs were so thick, all his jeans—even his work ones—hugged his legs, and they definitely made getting hard in them uncomfortable. The zipper had barely made it past his dick and Declan let out a relieved sigh.

I knelt, working the material down his legs. I’d just managed to remove his pants when he let out a bark of laughter. Not exactly the reaction I’d been expecting. “Babe, what is that?” He was pointing to the mirror that I’d sprayed with canned snow.

I lifted a shoulder. “Snow.”

“In our bathroom?”

“Well, it’s not like we have snow in San Diego.”

Declan’s laughter was rich, and even if he’d been shocked by its appearance, I knew he wasn’t upset. “So you brought snow to San Diego. Even though we’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Yup. Found it at the craft store today. Now, are we going to talk about fake snow until the shower water turns cold or are we going to get into the hot water and fuck?

Declan snorted a laugh. “Well, when you put it that way.” He gripped under my arms and pulled me to my feet. “God, you pick out the sexiest underwear.” Then he narrowed his eyes. “Did Derek pick these ones out too?”

It was my turn to laugh as I shook my head. Declan was never offended that my brother sent me underwear from time to time, but it had become a game to see if he could figure it out. It had never bothered me—Derek might prefer play shorts and training pants for himself, but he had impeccable taste in lingerie for me.

He looked at the panties again as though he couldn’t quite decide what to do. “I really want to fuck you… but I really want to just look at you in those panties.”

“I love you and all, but one way or another I’m having an orgasm and a shower, and these things are brand new, so you’re not ripping them.”

“And you say I take all the fun out of things,” Declan complained, taking two steps forward and gripping the elastic along the waist. To say he reluctantly removed my panties would have been an understatement, but they were gone and he followed me into the shower, pulling the bottle of lube off the little ledge where we kept the shampoo and conditioner.

He didn’t stop walking toward me until I was pressed against the wall with his cock nestled between my cheeks. “It’s really unfortunate your parents don’t have a shower like this in the cabin.”

“I could probably talk to Jasper about an upgrade,” I murmured. “But for now, all I really want to focus on is your dick in my ass.”

Declan rocked his hips, the blunt head of his cock grazing over my hole. The moan I let out was needy and desperate. “Stick it in me. Please,” I begged. “Don’t need prep.”

I could hear the eye roll in his voice as he spoke. “I’m not about to take you without prep.”

I huffed. “Well, I don’t need a lot of prep then.”

Without warning, Declan sank a lubed finger into my ass. “Whatever you say.”

He was pure evil, in the best possible way. My body tensed for a fraction of a second before turning to Jell-O under his ministrations. Pushing my ass back, I tried to change the angle of his finger, desperate to have it find my prostate. Declan must have known what I was doing, from his deep chuckle to the way his finger pressed against the back wall of my channel, just out of reach.

More lube drizzled down my crack, and a second finger pressed against my hole for the briefest of seconds before it sank into me. I cried out, thankful the bathroom was on the opposite side of the house from the kids. Declan’s fingers had always been large, but every time they entered me, I swore they felt thicker. In seconds, the burn of the intrusion gave way to pleasure and I let out a needy whimper. “Please, please. Dec, I need you.”

“You really are impatient today.”

Declan had left for the office at eight that morning. The kids had still been eating breakfast, and I’d had an entire day of errands with a playdate in the middle. I’d fed them and myself—at least I thought I remembered eating, but maybe I’d only had bites of food the kids had fed me—before bathing them and getting them to bed. I’d then spent an hour packing for our trip the next day. I needed this. I needed to not think for a few minutes, just feel.

And Declan had the power to make me do just that.

My cock was hard as a rock and pressed against the tiles. I was so turned on I hardly processed the cool slate tiles of the shower wall. I thrust my ass back, still trying to make his fingers hit that spot inside me that would make stars dance behind my eyelids. Declan bit into the flesh of my shoulder, sucking a bite that I knew would be visible for days to come. He’d become so confident in his desires and needs I sometimes forgot that only a handful of years earlier, he was learning my body for the first time.

“Declan,” I whined impatiently as he dropped a hand to trace my nipple. “I need your cock in my ass, like ten minutes ago.”

He barked out a laugh that echoed off the walls. “Babe, I was barely in the house ten minutes ago.”

I shrugged. “Still needed you in me then.” Had it really only been ten minutes ago that he got home? It felt like an eternity, but I wasn’t going to argue. As long as I got his cock in my hole, I’d be happy.

His fingers slid out and I let out a whimper that sounded more appropriate for a small puppy than an adult. Almost as quickly as his fingers disappeared, the blunt head of his cock was pressed against my opening. Two of his fingers had stretched me and had me moaning out the most unmanly whimpers, but I knew there’d still be a stretch as Declan entered me. There were nights that long-drawn-out stretch sessions had their merits, but tonight I needed to feel everything. My knees nearly gave way as Declan pushed inside of me, and I likely would have collapsed had it not been for his body pinning me against the wall.

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