Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I moved around him then, bending over in front of my open locker to grab the bag off the bottom shelf.
That was when I felt my face heat because the towel that was wrapped around me was short, and I’d definitely felt some cool air on parts of my anatomy that I shouldn’t be showing him just yet.
Then again, I did have my hand on his very hard cock not too long ago…
Face burning, I turned around to see him eating his banana, still turned away.
Only, as I turned around to head back to the bathroom, the tips of his ears were red.
I don’t know what came over me.
Call it my lack of sleep over the last few days as I replayed that kiss—and the length of his cock in my hand—over and over again during my waking and sleeping hours. Whatever the cause of my naughtiness, I couldn’t help myself from leaving a crack in the door as I changed.
Just as I bent over to pull up my panties, there was a soft curse, then the sound of the fruit basket hitting the table right outside the door.
Then the door was pushed open, and there he was.
“We have to be fast,” he said. “I have about twenty minutes left in my break. You have a baby about to be delivered—I heard one of the nurses who said she’d look for you say that—and I’ve been dreaming of your body for days.”
I don’t know what made me do it.
Maybe it was the need I saw in his eyes.
Maybe it was the need I felt inside of me.
Maybe it was just because I’d wanted him for months and I hadn’t been able to have him.
Whatever the case, I didn’t even hesitate.
Like, zero hesitation came from me as I all but tripped over my underwear in my haste to get at him.
Things went fast after that.
Words were said. Need was felt. Demands were made.
And all of a sudden, I just knew that this would go down as one of my most memorable Christmases ever.
Why?
Because sweet, baby Santa, Soren had one hell of a penis, and man, did he know how to use it.
He was wide. Long. And he knew what he was doing with it.
Those were three very lethal combinations that ended up showing me the best orgasm of my life ten minutes later.
Five minutes after that, cleaned up and dressed all over again, I had to go back to work.
But I did it with a smile.
And when I found him waiting on me two hours later after my shift ended, I didn’t even hesitate in going home with him.
“I know this is early,” he said as he held out his hand for me to take. “But I was wondering if you’d come home with me and spend Christmas Day with my family and me. Mainly me. You can ignore my family. Just say yes.”
I grinned. “Of course, yes, yes, yes.”
First we do the coffee. Then we do the Christmas.
-Soren to Nola
Soren
I didn’t know what to expect when I arrived home with Nola in tow, but to say that I got what I expected would be a total lie.
When I arrived, all three of my brothers were on the front porch waiting for us. They’d also recruited my parents.
“I think that they’re expecting you,” Nola said from the passenger seat beside me.
I reached for her hand and squeezed it.
“They’re stalkers,” I told her. “We have that Life 360 app. I’m super awful about answering my phone while I’m at work. I don’t know if you know this yet, but the signal there is shit. And since I can’t get signal, there’s really no reason to carry my phone around seeing as you need signal to do anything on a phone that’s worth it. Which then means that my brothers don’t know where I’m at every second of every day, and for some reason, that’s just not acceptable to them.”
She snickered. “My sister and I have that, too. Right now it shows that she’s in the middle of the ocean. But she’s really on a fishing expedition with her husband.”
She then proceeded to show me the app.
I hadn’t actually been in the app myself.
My youngest brother had set it up and handed it back to me without a word.
I’d left it on because I hadn’t really cared whether they knew where I was at any given time… until today.
“Are they twins?” Nola asked, dragging me out of my thoughts and back to the present.
“Yes.” I paused. “Johan and I are twins, too. Per and Mikael are seventeen years younger than Johan and me.”
She shook her head, looking flabbergasted. “That’s just insane. I don’t think I can handle multiples. Do you know how hard it is just to birth them? But to have to raise them after you birth them?”