Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“Only temporarily. All this naughty talk is getting my candy cane… nope. I can’t come up with anything nearly as funny as your family.”
“Don’t try,” I said with a laugh. “I beg you.”
His lips moved closer to my ear, and his voice dropped even lower. “You beg me? Mm. Hold that thought…”
Instead of feeling self-conscious, I relaxed against him before turning my head and pressing a kiss to his cheek and inhaling his unique scent. “What if I’m no good to you after a night spent listening to my grandmother and her friends make sex jokes?”
“Then we’ll finally have data to prove there really is such a thing as cookie dick,” he said.
I wiggled my hips in hopes of rearranging myself without being rude. “So far, so good,” I muttered as Darius stepped away to answer one of Nico’s questions about his tattoos. “No cookie dick in sight.”
After listening to the two of them talk about ink and show off various tattoos, I was even further away from having any dick problems whatsoever. Then Griffin Marian joined the conversation and took off his shirt to show off the giant dragon on his back, and I joined the crew of shameless drooling men standing around gawping.
By the time Darius pulled the truck to a stop outside his house, I was beyond ready to take a tattoo tour of a more private, exclusive nature. A Darius Grant tattoo tour.
“You seem antsy,” he said, turning off the ignition. “You sure you’re okay staying ov—”
I didn’t let him finish his thought. I lunged across the center console and attacked his face with my face.
Cookie dick be damned.
8
Darius
There’s something to be said for the power of a dark, snowy night only lit by the dim dashboard lights. When Miller surprised me with his kiss, I sucked in a breath for a beat before reaching for his face and holding him close. The kiss was fevered and awkward, made worse by the odd angle across the center console of the truck. But I didn’t care about any of that.
Miller Hobbs was warm and sexy, willing… and a damned good kisser.
We made out like teenagers, fogging up the windows and filling the cabin of the truck with groans and stuttered breaths. My hands took advantage of the stolen moment. I grabbed his ass, his back, his shoulders, his hair. I reached for his dick and pressed the heel of my hand down its hard length through his blue jeans.
It wasn’t until my hand snuck under his shirt in search of warm skin that he yelped and pulled back. “Cold hands,” he gasped with a self-conscious chuckle. “Sorry.”
“Let’s go inside,” I said, quickly opening the door and gesturing to the house. “Much warmer in there.”
As soon as I closed the front door behind us, Miller was on me again. His confidence surprised me, but I was as far away from complaining as could be. We grappled across the open floor space toward my bedroom. I peeled off his coat, pulled his shirt out of his pants, and fumbled at the tiny buttons.
“You sure?” I asked against his hot mouth.
“Gnfh.”
I tried again through a smile. “Babe, you sure about this? You don’t want me to slow down?” I didn’t want him to have any regrets.
His answer was to reach up and yank the elastic out of my hair. Messy brown waves tumbled down, forming a curtain around our faces. Miller’s fingers went right to my hair, tangling themselves in the locks as if he needed to hold me in place to keep me with him. He didn’t.
I was with him. I was with him all the way.
Miller’s body was coiled with tension as he wrestled my clothes off. “No slowing down. Very sure.”
We finally tripped into my bedroom and fell onto the bed, still half-dressed and trying to kick off our shoes. I didn’t want to miss a single moment of discovery. Miller’s body had been tempting me all night. His broad shoulders and narrow hips, the way his rounded ass filled out his jeans, and the long stretch of his neck practically begging for my grip… it had all distracted the hell out of me at the lodge. While his family had been busy making merry, I’d been mentally undressing him and doing naughty, naughty things to his naked body.
Miller huffed and pulled at his shirt, which was still caught together by a couple of buttons. I stopped kissing him just long enough to lift it over his head before I pressed him back down on the bed and moved my kisses down the column of his neck to his chest.
After a moment, I heard him let out a sigh, and his entire body seemed to finally relax. “Feels so good,” he murmured. His hands were still in my hair, and I loved discovering how much he seemed to enjoy playing with it. His legs wrapped around my back and held me close, and the hard length of his cock pushed into my belly.