Pawliday Love

Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

JAX

I f you’d told me last week when I was getting ready to come here that I’d be spending Christmas Eve with my best friend’s little sister, I probably would have laughed in your face, yet here we are.

When I get to my room, I hastily pack my clothes and toiletries, thankful that I only really unpacked and hung up the clothes that would easily wrinkle, leaving the rest in my suitcase. I check the room one more time to make sure I didn’t forget anything before grabbing my bags and hurrying down the stairs to where Holly’s waiting for me.

“Ready?” she asks, holding out her hand.

“Yeah.” I slip my free hand in hers and allow her to lead me out of the resort and down the path to her cottage.

My heart pounds the entire time I unpack, while she walks Huck. I really don’t want to fuck this up. Taking a deep breath, I exit her bedroom and make my way into the kitchen, unsure of what I’m doing in here but knowing I need something to distract me, to calm my nerves.

“You okay?” Holly’s voice comes from behind me, and I spin around to face her.

She steps closer to me, and I instinctively pull her into my arms. The minute she’s there, all my nerves fade away.

“Just wanted a drink,” I murmur into her hair.

“What do you want? I have wine and?—”

I capture her lips with mine, cutting off her question because I’m not thirsty anymore. At least not for anything that isn’t her. I swipe my tongue along her lips, and she opens for me. She groans, rubbing up against me. I grip her hips and lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me. A growl escapes me when I feel her hot center against my hard cock.

“Want to go to my room?” she rasps.

In answer, I turn and carry her from the kitchen down the short hallway to her bedroom while she kisses along my neck, her hands gripping my shoulders.

In her room, I kick the door shut so Huckleberry doesn’t decide to join us and set her gently on the bed. Meeting her gaze, I pull my long-sleeve shirt off and take off my jeans and socks. She bites her bottom lip as she gives me a once over, and it makes my cock harden even more.

“You enjoying the show?” I ask, squeezing myself through my boxers.

“Mmmhmmm.”

I step closer to her and kiss her. “Are you going to take your clothes off sweetheart?”

In response, she tugs off her sweater and tosses it to the floor. I step back so she can stand and finish undressing. When she’s naked except for a pair of lacy red underwear, I prowl toward her.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” I run a hand down my face, taking in the beauty in front of me. “Can we take these off?” I trail a finger across the waistband of her panties.

She shivers, turning a pretty shade of pink.

“You’re fucking beautiful too.” She repeats my words with a grin before pushing her underwear down. “Yours too.”

With a growl, I grab her and toss her gently on the bed before standing up, peeling my boxers off, and stroking myself a few times.

“Are you wet for me?”

She nods.

“Show me.”

She spreads her legs and swipes a finger through her center then holds it up for me to see. Before I can think twice, I suck her finger into my mouth, groaning at the taste of her hitting my tongue.

“Fuck,” she hisses out.

I let go of her finger with a plop. I grab one of the condoms I left on the nightstand earlier, open the foil, and roll it down my hard length before climbing onto the bed next to her.

Lying on my side, I stare down at her, unsure of what I want to touch or taste first. I decide on her breasts and pull one of them into my mouth while I ghost a hand up over her thigh.

“Touch me.” She grabs my hand and pulls it to her wet core.

My eyes roll to the back of my head when I feel how wet she is. I lavish attention on first one breast and then the other while fucking her with my fingers.

“Please. I’m so close,” she rasps out, her hips thrusting against my hand as she seeks relief.

I move my hand and circle her clit with my thumb, pulling off of her breast and watching her as she comes on a yell.

I continue to slide my fingers in and out of her while she comes down from her orgasm. When she opens her eyes, she grins up at me, and I kiss her.

“Fuck me, Jax. Please. I need you,” she whispers.

“Yes ma’am.”

I do as she asks, climbing on top of her and using one hand to guide my cock inside her. My eyes flutter shut, and I have to count to ten. I’ve been so worked up for the past twenty-four hours that I know I’m not going to last. When I’m fully seated inside her, I give her a minute to get used to me.

Then I capture her lips with my own as I start to fuck her. She wraps her legs around me and digs her fingers into my shoulders.

“More,” she demands, and I quicken my pace. The familiar tingling at the base of my spine starts, and I know I can’t hold off my orgasm for much longer.

“Sweetheart, you feel so good. I’m not going to last much longer. Come for me.”

She nods, pinching one of her nipples while I reach down and stroke her clit. I thrust into her a few more times before she’s coming again, pulling me over the edge with her. With a roar, I come, spilling into the condom.