place as he began to piston his hips. A muscle ticked in his jaw, and the strain showed in the lines of his neck.
I wasn’t the only one who was close. I stretched my hands down to dig my fingers into his ass, encouraging him to go faster, even as I hitched my thigh higher for him. The stretch burned so good.
“But I’m really fucking glad I didn’t have to wait years. I’m glad I came back. And you’re never getting rid of me again.”
It was my turn to laugh. “You’re damn right, I’m not.” Then I wrenched my hands up to cup the back his neck and drag his face down to me. “Mine, birthday boy. All mine.”
I bit his lower lip before I kissed him, and he began to thrust his tongue against mine in time with his cock. He dipped his hand between us and stroked once over my clit, and I splintered. The orgasm didn’t so much rush up to swallow me, but spill over like a spring storm. He swallowed my cry with his kiss, and his hips stuttered as he followed me over.
After, we just lay there, kind of floating together. Gradually, the sting on my back let me know that it wasn’t thrilled with my position, but I still couldn’t be bothered to move. The rest of the afternoon, we spent like that—naked, lounging on his bed, and just talking.
We talked about everything and nothing.
We even debated our favorite history videos and argued over which one was better.
It was ridiculous and sweet and perfect.
I glanced down at my dress and then over at Jake where he sat on the edge of the bed waiting for me. We’d eventually had to get up and shower so we could get changed for the night. The dress, like a lot of my other clothes, had been picked out by them—but this was a new one, and I kind of liked it.
Also, I had no intentions of asking how they got it fitted. It was a solid body contouring dress with a mini skirt that cut off at mid-thigh. The midriff was open, save for two crisscrossing straps in the front and the back. The top may as well have been strapless, because it hugged my breasts and I didn’t have a single bra that would work with it. The halter strap that wrapped around my neck was more for show than anything else.
It was also a stunning holiday green. If it weren’t cut so sexy, I’d say it was the perfect holiday outfit. I did a spin for Jake, and he stared at me with a faint look of strain.
“Maybe we get you something else to wear,” he suggested. “Or I’m going to be hard all night.”
I grinned at him. “But you get me tonight. Just feel bad for the boys, they don’t.”
A wicked grin curved his lips. “This is true. If I asked, would you give me a blowjob in front of them?”
“Jake!”
“Hey, birthday boy gets what he wants.”
“And you want to torture them?”
“No,” he said. “I want a blowjob. But, the other is a perk.”
I laughed. “I am not tormenting them. Though…Coop would probably enjoy watching.”
Turning, I glanced over my shoulder. “This is going to show the tattoo, and it’s still really red and covered.”
“Leave your hair down,” he suggested. “And I don’t care if they can see it. What I care is that you’re comfortable.”
I had to wear heels with this outfit, so I wasn’t sure how comfortable I would be. “Well, here’s hoping I don’t have to walk through snow to get in wherever we’re going.”
“I’ll carry you if I have to.” Nope, he wasn’t revealing anything, and I couldn’t even complain. Birthday boy got his way. The tux he wore had a straight tie rather than a bow tie, and damn, he looked gorgeous in the crisp white shirt and black suit, all freshly pressed. He’d shaved and styled his hair back.
For a moment, I just stared at him and licked my lips.
“You can unwrap me when we get home,” Jake said with a wink. Before I could reply, a knock hit the door.
“Tuck it back in Jake,” Archie called. “The car is here.”
With a snort, Jake offered me his arm. “How about a blowjob in the car?”
I was still laughing as we headed out. The looks of appreciation I got from the guys chased away any sense of self-consciousness brought on by the outfit. I had on my ring and