Naughty or Nice - Alexis Winter Page 0,39

I walk back to the table, I look at the card. It says, Chad Johnson, Veterinarian along with his business and personal cell phone number.

I tuck the card into my back pocket as I approach the table and I sit down. “So, I just heard the funniest story.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, his eyes moving up to lock on mine.

“Yep. I finally found out why Chad broke up with me all those years ago.”

He sinks down into his chair and picks up his beer bottle, taking a long drink.

I place my arms on the table and lean forward. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

His face is red and he’s trying his best not to smile, but he shakes his head no.

I tilt my head to the side. “Seriously, you beat him up?”

He jumps to tell his side of the story, leaning over the table the same way I am. “He left me no choice. I was just going to scare the little asshole, but he called me out.”

“He said I didn’t belong to you,” I remind him.

His face pinches. “Yeah, that’s why I beat him up. You’ve always belonged to me.”

I smile. “You know, I’m not sure if this relationship we have is sweet or scary.”

He laughs. “A little of both, probably.”

“Probably,” I agree.

We leave the bar and arrive home a little while later and I climb out without thinking. He rushes out of the car and jogs up to me. “Whoa, where are you going?” He grabs ahold of my wrist and pulls me back.

“I’m going home. My mom is probably waiting up to hear how our night ended.”

His hands find my hips and he starts walking me backward, against the side of the house. My back hits the brick but he moves in until I’m pressing against him. “You don’t want to come over?” he asks, moving his lips to mine. His kiss is soft and gentle, but I know there’s so much more behind it. “Come on, for old time’s sake?”

I giggle against his lips. “Oh, are we going to make blanket forts and have a pillow fight?”

He chuckles. “If you want to.” He moves his lips back to mine and his hands move up to unzip my coat. With it open, his hands slide in, landing on my chest and giving a firm squeeze.

“I don’t know, Carson,” I breathe out. “I mean, don’t you have some thinking to do about Gillian?”

“Gillian has not even crossed my mind, Felicity,” he whispers, moving his lips to my neck now. God, this man’s mouth can work magic. My eyes flutter closed as I enjoy the sensation of his lips on my neck, his hands on my body.

“Come home with me, please,” he begs against my soft skin. “Just one more night. I need you for just one more night.”

“Ugh, alright,” I agree, and he picks me up against him and carries me across the yard and into the dark house. He bumps off a few walls in the dark and trips a few times, every time, making me laugh and giggle.

“Shhh,” he tells me as we finally find his room and fall through the door. He kicks the door behind us and it slams shut.

“Shhh,” I tell him this time.

“I know, I know,” he whispers, quickly moving his mouth back to mine. I push his jacket down his shoulders and he does the same with mine. We leave them both lying on the floor as he lays me back on the bed. His weight presses down on me and it feels perfect. His hands run up my thighs, squeeze my hips, and tease my breasts. With a quick flick of his fingers, my bra is unlatched and he pulls it away with my shirt, revealing myself to him. A small smirk forms on his lips before he moves his mouth to them. My head falls back as I let the tingles he creates inside of me take over.

Twelve

Carson

“Carson, I—” my mom’s voice rings throughout the room.

“What in the world?” she asks, taking in the massive blanket fort that we built in my room. Felicity and I both poke our heads out and her eyes land on us. “Oh, good Lord! What is wrong with you two?” she asks, shaking her head as she quickly leaves the room.

Felicity giggles before pulling her head back into the fort and lying down.

I take my place at her side and look up at the blanket hanging above us as I