The Broody Brit For Christmas (Holiday Springs #1) - M.J. Fields Page 0,60
my power to get him to stop talking.
“All right, settle. I won’t go on.”
“You should make this up to me.” I point at Shep, wanting to murder him. “I want the biggest steak.”
“You can have it, baby.” Raff wraps an arm over my shoulder. “You already have the biggest zucchini, so—”
I turn around to punch him, too, but he bear hugs me into his chest.
One good thing to come out of this? The ice is officially broken. The rest of our evening is spent drinking beers—Raff only has two—eating barbeque, and having a great time. Shep tells us stories about his friends in the Marines, and Raff talks about backpacking around Europe with Beckett. I stay quiet, enjoying hearing these two men I adore becoming friends.
As the sun sets, I tell the guys to get behind me. “Let’s take a selfie!”
They grumble but do as I ask.
I immediately post it on Instagram with the comment: BBQ and Beer with these two men. What’s a girl to do? Eat!
We say goodbye, and Shep promises to stop into Blizzards sometime over the next week and talk about the property as well as catch up some more. As Raff and I drive, we stay quiet. But the moment we hit our first stoplight, I pull off my seat belt and straddle him. Our mouths are on each other in an instant as heat furrows through my skin. A car honks behind us, and we finally part, panting. I drop back in my seat, wondering if I ever wanted a man as badly as I want Raff. I turn my face, smiling at his profile, and my question is answered: No.
“Let’s get home.”
Rule Number Nineteen
When they clap, take a bow
Nikki
He carries me up the steps to his apartment, my legs wrapped around his hips as he alternates kissing my lips and sucking on my neck. My body incinerates, pressure building in my core before we’ve even had a chance to lie down. He sets me down to pull out his keys.
The door swings open, and he lifts me back up again. I lean my head back to give him access and find myself up against a wall. I open my eyes long enough to see we’re in the living room by the fireplace. “God, Raff. Please.” I’m begging, my back arching. My gaze moves to the side. “The door—we have to shut it.”
“It’s dark. This is my property. I will fuck you whenever and however I want.” His kisses slow down as he moves to my ear. “And, Nikki? I’m going to take my time with you tonight. I’m going to enjoy the hell out of you. Taste and lick every inch. Inhale you…”
His fingers slide beneath my floral dress, finding the inside of my thighs, and I moan, the sound so guttural it’s almost shocking. Big hands squeezing my ass, I wrap my legs around his waist as tightly as I can.
His tongue slips into my mouth, silencing me, as I wrap my hands around his neck, my fingers digging into his silky, wavy hair. He sets me on my feet, drops to his knees, pulling up my dress, and then makes quick work, thank God, of removing my panties.
His lips press against my thigh as he tosses them aside and uses his free hand to pull his shirt up and over his head, then throws that as well.
He stands to remove his pants, and I watch with greedy eyes as his perfect erection springs free. I’ve never seen a more beautiful cock in my entire life.
Before I can blink, he’s back on his knees before me, and when he puts his hot mouth on my pussy? I almost collapse onto the floor, but his big hands hold my thighs open as he licks and sucks, growling like an animal.
In the distance, I hear some laughter, probably coming from the bar. I should care. I should insist he shut the door. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I don’t care if someone comes upstairs and asks for a fucking tequila on the rocks so long as he doesn’t stop!
The orgasm builds from my toes, the tingle tightening my body and winding me to no end… “Ahhh!” My scream is torn from my throat as my body explodes into a beautiful and powerful orgasm.
He stands quickly, wiping the back of his hand across his glistening mouth, and a condom appears out of nowhere.