Grouch-ish: a snowed-in holiday romance (Holiday HOTTIES) by L.B. Dunbar

Author:L.B. Dunbar [Dunbar, L.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: L.B. Dunbar Writes, Ltd.
Published: 2024-11-19T00:00:00+00:00

Day 7

Seven minutes swimming

January 1

Chapter 11

[Brock]

Fuck, she is sexy. She not only let me just kiss her, she gave me that sweet orgasm around midnight and then continued the kissing game when Chicago struck twelve. By then we were both worn out. I’d made up for years’ worth of useless kisses in a matter of hours, but I wanted more time with Pear.

My dick had never had such a workout, but I didn’t want to rush like I’d said. I only wanted to savor every second our mouths connected. Of course, there was nibbling at her neck and feasting on her skin, but my hands didn’t wander much other than outlining her serious curves and teasing the supple underside of her breasts.

There was no denying I wanted more of her, but I wanted to be given the gift, not just take from her.

When we finally agreed to call it a night, I escorted her to her room and went to mine but I didn’t last more than three minutes before I was popping out of bed and knocking on her door.

Her tired groan was my permission to enter. “No more,” she muttered into her pillow, hugging it tight beneath her head. I’d asked a lot of her today, but I still wanted to be close to her.

“Can I sleep with you?” I sounded like a child who’d had a bad dream. In many ways, I was that child deep down inside. A kid who’d given up his youth to help his family. A man who worked hard to provide for his family. A husband who lost his wife and struggled to keep up with his children. A firefighter who has possibly seen more than his share of trauma, and known death.

Without rolling from her side, Pear reached behind her and whipped the layers of blankets back to expose the sheet.

Shoving down my joggers, I slipped in behind her in only my boxer briefs and tugged her to me. The move was dangerous. She wasn’t sleeping in anything more than tiny shorts, exposing her majestic thighs, while something skimpy covered her up top, offering more of her soft arms.

Still, I wrapped an arm over her middle, held her tight to my chest, and fell asleep within seconds.

Happy New Year indeed.

+ + +

When I wake alone, I’m not surprised, but easily hear Pear rustling around in the kitchen.

Sliding from her bed, I notice the wooden snowflake I made her on the nightstand. Smiling to myself, I reach for my sweats and slip into them, shivering from the temperature shift of her warm bed to the cold room. I return to my room for a shirt then wander into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” I say, a little too cheerful, while hesitant. I don’t want any regrets about yesterday.

“Happy New Year,” She quickly glances at me without pausing from what she’s hastily cooking on the stovetop. Corned beef hash sizzles. Eggs fry.

Wrapping my arms around her middle, I tug her back to my chest. She stiffens a second, but I hold on until she settles against me.

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