19. Busting a nutcracker
Chapter 19
Busting a nutcracker
SHEP
F un fact: Nothing deflates a boner faster than thinking your family is in grave danger.
Not-so-fun fact: Now that we’re lazing around the hospital with jack shit to do, I’m dealing with a raging case of blue balls from the above referenced deflated boner situation.
It’s making me Grinchy.
Each time Kri paces by me in that fucking skirt and those unbelievably sexy boots, I want to pull her onto my lap. Directly onto my cock.
Fuck.
I’m gonna be a selfish prick for a minute. Apologies in advance.
How long is this gonna take? Will Sammy be in labor twice as long since she’s having twins? And do we all need to wait here the entire time?
I’m bricked up like a chimney. The type the jolly chubby one shoves his way down.
Yes, I’m referring to the chubby in my pants.
Well, the shorts I’m wearing under this stupid robe. Of all the times Sammy could have gone into labor, she decided when everyone is dressed up like dumbasses would be best. Even more troubling is she’s the one who told us we had to wear costumes.
You know what? That’s actually impressive.
Solid prank. Skillful execution. Five stars.
No wonder Sawyer’s obsessed with her.
Kri makes another pass, and I get a whiff of her seductive rose scent. I stifle the urge to bite my knuckle.Shifting in my chair, I attempt to adjust myself covertly.
After a few more trips around the waiting room, Kri finally stops wearing a hole in the floor. While twirling a few short strands of hair around one finger, she taps the heel of her boot rapidly against the linoleum.
Starting to grow concerned for the flooring in here since she seems to have a vendetta against it or this whole place.
Oh damn.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and curse under my breath. She’s probably anxious about being back in the hospital, and I’m over here worrying about my heavy balls.
Figure that out all by yourself, numb nuts?
Suck on my Santa sack, conscience.
Kri’s memories of this place aren’t the fondest. Val’s aren’t either. Last time she was here, she left in tears.
I glance at the row of chairs behind me where Val’s sitting.
Correction. Where she was sitting.
For the second time tonight, adrenaline assaults me with a kick to the taint.
“Val?” I holler, lurching to my slippered feet.
Kri shushes me, marching over with her palms extended. “Easy, Shep. They went to the vending machine down the hall. She wanted a soda.”
“They?”
“Yeah. Val and Junior. You know? Her bodyguard.” She looks at me like I’ve got shit for brains.
Kri’s always been a smart lass. Insightful.
I let my neck go slack, lolling it around my shoulders to loosen myself the fuck up. “Sorry, baby girl. I guess I wasn’t thinking.”
She lets me encircle her waist and pull her close. Her hands fall to my chest. “Are you nervous about being back here?”
Her words practically smack me in the face. I blink rapidly to clear my shock.
“Me?” I quirk my head to the side. “I thought you were upset. I was about to comfort you.”
Her nose scrunches like the thought alone smells rancid. “I was about to comfort you,” she parrots, throwing her voice to be whiny and nasally.
My fingertips dig into her waist, giving her a sharp pulse. A silent warning. She busts out a surprisingly girlie giggle. Right in my face.
I attempt to be insulted, but it only lasts about three seconds before I join her. Even if she’s mocking me, I’m still a sucker for her when she smiles and laughs like that. Be it at my expense or because I’m a funny fucker. I’ll take it either way.
Laughing with her is almost as satisfying as when I make her come.
Aaand now my balls are aching again.
A quick scan of the room shows this place is crawling with Redleg guards. Maybe we can sneak away for a few minutes.
I pump my brows. “Let’s find a shady spot.”
She dabs her tongue along her lip, leaving it glistening. “Why would we need shade? It isn’t sunny in here.”
“Very funny. I meant we should find a secluded place to finish what we started in my office.”
“Shep, I already finished. Or have you forgotten?”
“Oh, I haven’t forgotten. But I want more.”
She pats her palms against my pecs. “You’re greedy.”
“When it comes to you, I’ll never get enough. This isn’t new information.” I dip my gaze, leaning forward to peek down her top. The white feathery ruffle along the neckline blocks my view. “And can you blame me when this is the first time I’ve seen you in a skirt?”
“It’s a dress, actually. If you don’t know what to call it, you can’t handle what’s inside it.”
My nostrils flare with a sharp inhale. “What’s the difference?”
“A skirt is just a bottom, whereas a dress is one piece.”
I bite my lip, intentionally drawing her attention to my mouth. I’m playing dirty with no regrets.
Her eyes land exactly where I want them, and her breasts rise and fall with a labored breath.
“Is this your gift for me, Kri?”
“What are you referring to, Shepherd?”
I sweep my gaze around the room. No one is paying us any attention, so I swipe my thumb over her lower lip. “This sassy mouth, baby girl. Is it my gift? You know how much I love it when you act like a brat.”
Her eyes scorch into mine, and our staring contest begins anew.
In my periphery, I notice Val and Junior returning into the lobby.Maybe they’ll distract Kri, and I’ll secure the victory.
“Ugh. They’re doing couple stuff again. Gross,” she whines.
“Get a room, you two,” Junior goads us.
Stubbornly ignoring them, Kri holds my stare. “I didn’t get you a gift. Why would I?”
I don’t answer with words, letting my darkening expression do the talking for me.
“Shep, you poor sap. I already gave you a gift when I accepted your proposal.” Upping her flirting to get me to fold, she licks her lips again; this time, rolling her tongue in a circle. “The way I see it, I’m off the gift-giving hook for at least a year. Maybe two.”
Tossing her bullshit right back at her, I feign disappointment. “How insulting. After I spent weeks selecting the perfect gift for you.”
She doesn’t need to know it was weeks spent obsessively panicking over it while in a state of decision paralysis. A wise man once told me it’s not how you begin but how you end that counts. I’m happy with what Junior helped me pick out today. I bet she loves it.
She arches a brow. It’s taunting, challenging, and I can’t fucking take it another second. I need to remind her who she’s messing with.
Starting now.
Gradually, I lower my mouth toward her ear until her face leaves my view. I sacrifice the staring contest victory, taking the L and knowing a bigger prize is on the way.
I infuse a menacing rasp into my tone and whisper, “You need to be taught a lesson about teasing me, baby girl. We’re finding a closet or empty room immediately unless you use your fucking safe word. If we can’t find anything inside the hospital, we’ll hit the car for old time’s sake.”
After a quick lick on the shell of her ear, I shift back to study her expression. Instead of shock or even arousal, I’m met with a challenging glare.
She’s so feisty tonight. I fucking love it. Remind me to thank the Brat Pack.
“Shep, is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?”
I scoff and send my eyes for a showy roll around my skull. “Real original. A candy cane?”
She straightens the collar of my robe. “Yeah. One of those tiny ones.” Positioning her hand between us, she stretches her thumb and forefinger about two inches apart.
She can dish it out all she wants. I can take it.
Keep telling yourself that, tinsel twat.
Fuck off, old English-style Ebenezer Scrooge.
I’m about to show my conscience exactly how much I can take when I claim Kri’s delicious pussy. Just like I’ve been craving ever since she first put on this fucking sexy little skirt.
She said it’s a dress, oh daft one.
Ever since she put on this sexy little dress. Better?
That’ll do, pig.
Fucking hell. Now, my conscience is doing impressions. Good thing I’m in a hospital because I might be losing it.
With a smirk creeping up her pink cheeks, Kri peers across the room to where our coworkers are chatting. “Hey, dick in a box one and two. We’re going to visit the nurses who took care of me in the ICU. We’ll be back soon.”
As if on cue, Aaron and Jonesy throw their hands up, resembling a field goal. It’s just like the damn Dick in a Box video.
Hysterical.
I’d love to stay and joke around with them, but I have a pussy to tame.
I flip my two fingers from my eyes to Val’s in the I’m watching you gesture. “Don’t run off or try anything stupid while we’re gone.”
“Rude.” She tuts at me, then switches on the charm, widening her doe eyes. “Can I come and say hi to the nurses?”
“No,” Kri and I answer simultaneously, probably a bit more emphatically than the situation requires.
Val scratches her eye, extending her middle finger at me.Kri’s gonna get a spanking because that’s totally her move. She’s influencing our teenager in the worst way.
After I stick my tongue out at our kid—always the mature parent—I tear off down the hall with Kri. I have no clue where we’ll end up, which is part of the fun.
Despite our carefree vibe, I keep my head on a swivel as we sneak around.Kri does the same.Highly unlikely Lenkov would try anything tonight. Especially since this was such an unexpected trip. However, I won’t be letting our guard down. He’s infiltrated the hospital before. Not gonna let anything happen to my girl ever again.
We peek in a few rooms, searching for the perfect spot. The rush of being naughty has us snickering, which results in throwing shushes back and forth. In fact, it’s similar to how we throw candy bars at each other.
Aaand now I’m thinking about Snickers—the chocolate, not the juvenile laughter. I bet the vending machine on the fourth floor still has the jumbo ones. Only one way to find out.
Begging your finest pardon, ya wanker. Would you focus on what you came here to do? I already had my trousers around my ankles with lotion and tissues beside my little imaginary bed in your mind. Get to it, will ya? I haven’t got all night.
What is happening in my fucking mind tonight? My conscience is going to jerk it while I fuck my girl.
And yet , I’m still thinking about chocolate bars. You’d think all the dessert I had at the party would have killed my sweet tooth, but nothing quite beats the peanuty caramel goodness of a Snickers. Even Klein’s goodies.
Hmm . Wonder if he could make a Snickers cake. I bet Kri would love it. Val would too. Maybe for her birthday.
I’ll have to ask Klein later. I have other priorities.
First, find a room. Second, bang Kri so my conscience can bust a nut all over his imaginary stomach. Or maybe I should call it busting a nutcracker . Third, I’ll share a Snickers with my sexy as fuck fiancée. And then I’ll ask Klein if he can bake that cake.
Somewhere in there, Sammy and Sawyer will probably become parents if we have time to squeeze it in.
We catch a break down the next hall, finding a vacant room and dash inside. Seems like one of those rooms doctors use to rest when they’re on call.
The click of the door lock recaptures my focus. With her back pressed to the door, Kri makes eye contact so incendiary it could light the room on fire. “What was this about teaching me a lesson?”
Eyes roving around the space, I decide I want her right up against the door. The sheets on the twin bed are messy. No telling who’s slept on it. “Turn around, baby girl.”
“I can’t take you seriously with that stupid hat on your head.”
I’m so amped up I forgot all about the stupid Cousin Eddie costume. “Oh, you don’t like this?” I twist to the side and grip the flaps of my robe to give her a flash of one of my nipples. “Doesn’t this fulfill some kind of holiday fantasy for you?”
“Not a fucking chance.” She barks out a laugh. “I assure you, there’s no woman on the face of this earth—not a damn one—who dreams of fucking Eddie or the actor who played him. Hard. Fucking. Pass.”
With a roll of my eyes, I remove the hat and chuck it onto the nearby table. “Better?”
She points the tip of her chin at me. “Lose the robe next.”
“Make me,” I joke, throwing one of her favorite phrases back at her.
Lunging off the door, she beelines straight for the tie at my waist, making quick work of it before shucking it off. It’s tossed on top of my hat a second later.
Rolling out my lower lip, I give her an appreciative nod. “Impressive.”
Her greedy eyes soak up every inch of my exposed chest as she stutter steps backward, returning to the door. “I’m determined when I have a goal. You know this about me.”
“Same here. And right now, my goal is to make you beg for my cock.”
“I wish you luck in all your endeavors,” she teases.
“Now that I’m divested of my holiday finery...” I raise my index finger, twirling it in a slight circle. “Turn around and face the wall, baby girl.”
Although she’s barely able to contain her giggle, she taunts me right back. “Make me.”
My stifled groan lodges in the back of my throat, causing my words to scrape their way out. “You’re playing with fire, baby girl.”
She beckons me with a crick of her finger while shimmying her shoulders like she’s cold. “ Brrr. ”
Our banter, so similar to the night I first had my mouth on hers, elicits memories scorching enough to send me into a near-frenzy.
In a flash, I’m on her, my hand wrapping around the back of her neck to yank her mouth to mine. Her lips are hard and unyielding at first, but she soon melts for me, becoming perfectly submissive in a heartbeat.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise her when I come up for air.
Moving in unison, we dive back in for more, hands roving desperately.
“Shep,” she mewls like it pains her.
I run my lips over her neck, letting my hands skim over the curve of her thighs to lift her skirt. “You know the rules. If you want something from me, all you have to do is ask.”
Because I live to bring this woman pleasure.
“I need you inside me.”
“Didn’t I tell you to turn around?”
She grins, sassing me in between increasingly passionate kisses. “I can’t remember. Did you say that?”
“You fucking know I did.”
I capture her lips as my hungry palms caress and stroke as much of her tight body as I can. Our tongues duel for dominance for several lustful seconds before she yields again. She deserves a reward.
Reaching between us, I hoist her skirt the rest of the way. “Spread your thighs for me.”
Not daring to defy me, she complies instantly. As much as we both love the chase, the push and pull, at the end of the day, she’s all mine.
Mine to please. Mine to worship. Mine to love.
Unable to resist a quick peek, I sweep my hungry eyes down her body, getting a glimpse of those sexy black thigh highs and garters. She had regular tights on at first. However, I insisted on the thigh highs. For reasons.
She initiates the kiss this time, hauling me forward with a possessive grip around my neck. Fucking love how she handles me. She’s so damn fierce. It makes her submission so much sweeter. I have to earn it.
I keep my frame off her by a few inches and slightly to the right, giving me room for what I’ve got planned. Her short fingernails dig into the skin around my shoulders. Fuuuck me.I can’t get enough of her.
My next move comes without warning. Rearing back one hand, I bring my palm down in a fast yet gentle smack. Right over her needy clit.
Her mouth pops off mine. “ Oh yes, Shep,” she quavers, the shock and sting making her voice tremble.
My other hand slinks down her body, holding her lower body flush against the door. “Want another one, baby girl?”
She nods furiously.
“How do you ask?”
“Please smack my clit, Shep. Please . I need it.”
“Are you gonna be quiet?”
Her eyes positively beg me. “Mm-hmm.”
“Good girl.”
I give her two taps while refusing to let her pump her hips. She can’t chase it or escape it.
“ Mmm , thank you.”
“More?”
“Yes, please.”
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I practically growl the words over her puffy lips.
Another smack, harder this time. Although her panties hide the sensitive pearl, I know exactly where it is. I’m more familiar with her body than I am with my own. And I love to make it sing for me.
Her hips fight against the hold I have on them.
Next time, the smack is more punishing.
She jerks backward, understanding the implied warning in my touch. “Mmm , fuck, Shep,” she whines.
I kiss her, commanding and unyielding. “Hold still for me, baby girl. Just feel the pleasure I give you. You don’t need to chase it with your hips.”
“I’m trying,” she whimpers, heavy breaths cushioning her promise.“I swear.”
“ Shh . If you make too much noise, I’ll have to stop.” I smack her clit again, this time with medium force. “You understand me?” Five more smacks, barely giving her a break between them.
“If you’re gonna keep doing that, I need something to bite or suck on, Shep.” Kri’s haunting eyes plead with me as much as her shaky voice does. “I can’t stay quiet. It’s so fucking good. I’m gonna cry.”
Giving her a slight reprieve, I dip my fingers into her panties and drag them along her slit. “You’re fucking drenched, baby girl. I can’t wait to slip my cock inside and feel your warm, wet, silky pussy swallow me whole.” I find her clit, rubbing vigorously the way she likes it.
With all her might, she presses her mouth shut, so determined to be my good girl and stay quiet. Fucking love watching her unravel like this. This strong-willed powerhouse of a woman falling apart for me is a precious gift.
It hits me how right she was when she said my present was her agreeing to be my wife. I’ll tell her later.
Maybe.
If she’s a good girl.
I remove my smacking hand, and she gasps for breath.
Yeah. She’s most definitely the gift.
“Use one hand to hold your panties to the side for me.”
“Right or left?” she asks, her mouth quirked in a shit-eating grin.
“Right.”
Fumbling to comply, she keeps her left hand tightly wound around my shoulders. More than likely, she’s giving her quivering legs some assistance to keep her upright. Because my fucking fiancée is a needy, crumpled mess for me right now.
With her swollen pussy exposed to me and my hand nice and wet, I give her a tiny tap. Just to warm her back up.“Suck on my tongue while I smack your pussy until you come.”
And she fucking does. Launching forward, she latches onto my lips and sucks my tongue deep into her warm mouth.
My balls are so fucking primed they might as well be trembling like she is.
I smack her sweet little pussy again and again, softer and faster than earlier. Before I know it, she’s releasing my tongue, opting to nibble on my lip instead.
I’ll allow it since it’s hot as fuck.
From the pitch of her keens, I know when she’s at the precipice. As much as I wish I could talk her through this, I need her to keep quiet so my mouth is otherwise occupied.
She shatters for me, her thighs twitching and fingernails piercing the skin at the back of my neck. When she releases my lip from between her teeth, I dive in to cover her mouth with mine. I drink down every mewl, moan, and cry like a man dying of thirst.
Intoxicating woman.
Watching her come is everything I need in life.
My cock throbs, reminding me how badly I need a release of my own.
Minor correction. So witnessing her climax and slipping inside her perfect body are the only two things I need.
She comes down from the clouds, and our eyes lock. Love passes through every fiber of the rope connecting us.
“Hey there, baby girl,” I rumble against her swollen lips.
Once she catches her breath, she smiles at me. Then she spins, exhaling with an exaggerated sigh.
I didn’t even have to tell her to turn around. “Such a good girl.”
“You earned a few minutes of sass-free compliance, thanks to your stellar performance.”
Even when attempting to reduce her snark, she still manages to be a brat. Just a little. That’s impressive. And hot.
After freeing my cock from my boxer briefs, I drag it along the swell of her ass.
“Want my panties off?” she asks, voice still trembling.
Instead of answering right away, I bunch them to one side and press the head of my cock at her entrance. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Suit yourself. Better not rip them, though.”
Before I start easing inside her body, I give her ass a smack. “What’s with the snark? I thought I earned your obedience.”
She growls. “You know I hate that word.”
I do. Which is why I used it.
“Oh, you know you like it, Kri. Don’t bullshit the bullshitter.”
Bracing herself on the door with both palms, she does a mini push-up and slings her head around to face me. “Are you mad at me?”
Her eyes widen, and her brows furrow. All her other features remain soft.
The abrupt downshift from sassy badass to tentative and fearful has me doing a double take. “Huh?”
“You called me Kri.”
“It’s your name, isn’t it?
“You don’t usually call me that when we’re fooling around. You sure you aren’t mad?”
Oh, I see.
And yeah, she makes a good point. I don’t usually use her name. Not since she admitted how much she loves it when I call her baby girl.
My conscience clears his throat. Shepherd, the pet name is the only victory I’ll ever let you have. You were indubitably right about that.
I wink at my sweet and salty love, reassuring her with my expression before my words. “Baby girl, my dick is rock hard and about to pummel the ever-loving shit out of your dripping pussy. I assure you, I am not mad.”
To prove my point, my hips drive forward an inch, and her body softens to accommodate me.
Every inch of her beautiful face relaxes. “Can I have a kiss then?”
“You can have anything you want.”
Anything.
Several minutes and two orgasms later—one for each of us—we’ve cleaned up and tucked our respective body parts back into our costumes.
As we pop out of the on call room, a doctor stands less than a foot in front of us. Her hand is poised to grasp the door handle, making it look like she’s about to grab my junk.
Guess we finished in the nick of time.Or the Saint Nick of time. Heh .
The woman’s concerned gaze roves over us before ultimately landing on my head. Her brows leap toward the ceiling.
Oh yeah . The stupid costume. This hat isn’t Florida weather-appropriate, and the robe isn’t hospital issue.
Kri’s body is frozen in place, but her eyes are honed in on the doctor’s hand hovering by my dick. There’s a tiny curl to her upper lip as she fights back a snarl.
I’d bet my left nut if this woman moved her hand a centimeter closer, Kri would attack.
Need to push that thought away and fast. If I picture her jealously fighting for me, I’m liable to get hard again. And we’ve obviously lost our little shady spot.
Rising to my full height, I offer her a flat palmed wave. “Merry Christmas! The shitter was full.”