Chapter 24 Holly
HOLLY
The only package I want under the tree is yours.
—Holly’s Secret Thoughts
Camden pulls my shirt over my head, then tosses me onto the bed with a bounce and a smile and the most beautifully hungry eyes I’ve ever seen. The way this man looks at me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s empowering and addictive. Reverent and possessive. And I’m here for it.
He reaches inside the nightstand and grabs a string of condoms, then yanks off his sweats and drops a knee to the bed.
“Awfully confident aren’t you, Mr. Monroe?” I tease as I push him back against the headboard, bending over him, desperate to finish the job I started.
With my ass in the air, pointed directly at Camden’s face, I take him into the back of my throat and feel hands running up the inside of my thighs before his tongue lashes my clit from behind, sending shockwaves soaring through me, and I stumble as a beautiful laugh rumbles through his chest.
“No one said stop, vixen.”
“I’ve never tried this before,” I admit shyly. “Getting and giving at the same time.”
Camden smacks my ass, and I moan around his dick, trying to concentrate but failing miserably.
Ho-ly hell.
Oh, fuck this.
“Condom,” I pant, searching for the string of the magnums he tossed to the bed. Camden rips one off, and I grab it out of his hand, pushing him back down and tearing the foil packet open with my teeth.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he smiles, and I shake my head, giggling. Something else I’ve never done in bed before.
“Got it. I just needed to get you naked and in bed to get you less grinchy,” I tease and straddle him.
“Pretty sure that’s just you, vixen.”
I roll the condom on, and Camden’s hands go to my hips as I slowly sink down, taking him deep inside me until we both moan at the unbelievable ecstasy.
In one beautifully strong motion, he jackknifes up into a deliciously intimate position and wraps his arms around me, holding me close.
The hard planes of his chest brush against my soft skin.
“You make me want things I’ve never fucking wanted.
And now that I have you, I’m not sure I’ll ever let you go. ”
Camden thrusts into me as I grind down on him, need and want coiling deep inside me as my pussy pulses around him. “Tell me you’re with me, Holly.”
I cup his face in my hands and ghost my lips over his. “You’re not alone, Camden.”
Camden’s hip slow as he takes my mouth with his. Each stroke of his tongue against mine drives me higher until I’m not sure where he starts and I stop.
I drag my nails through his hair and tug, urging him on.
Silently pleading for more.
“More,” I give in and plead and feel his smile against my lips as he slams up into me, leaving me gasping and moaning with each snap of his hips.
Every brush of his skin against mine teasing me until I’m begging for more.
For everything.
“Holly . . .” Camden whispers, and I tighten around him. My name a beautiful prayer falling from his lips as my orgasm washes over me. A warm weight drags me under as Camden follows, fucking me through my orgasm and his.
And as he gathers me in his arms and we both lay tangled and spent in the sheets, I close my eyes, wondering if I just made the biggest mistake of my life or the best decision I’ve ever made.
Hadley
You kissed Camden Monroe!
Holly
How do you know?
Hadley
It’s all over social media.
Rainey
Let the girl have a cup of coffee before you start, Hades.
Hadley
The girl doesn’t drink coffee, and if she didn’t want me to start, she shouldn’t have kissed the Philadelphia Kings quarterback during the town’s biggest event and in front of about a hundred cameras.
Ryleigh
So . . . how was it?
Holly
The kiss?
Ryleigh
Of course the kiss. What else would I be asking about?
Hadley
OMG! You had sex with him.
Luke
Fuck. Don’t you all have a sisters’ text for this shit?
Hadley
Oops. Sorry.
Luke
I hate you all.
Ryleigh
So was the sex good?
Luke
Still. Fucking. Here!
Hadley
Of course it was good. Have you seen the size of his hands?
Rainey
It’s a shame all men suck.
Luke
Hey. Don’t lump us all in with the ex-dickhead.
Rainey
Prove me wrong and stop being a manwhore and I’ll stop too.
Ryleigh
Luke isn’t a manwhore.
Luke
Thanks Ry.
Ryleigh
He’d have to have enough game to pull ladies to be a manwhore, Rain.
Luke
I’m removing myself from this chat.
**Luke has left the chat.**
**Hadley has added Luke to the chat.**
Luke
You fucking suck.
Hadley
Love you, Lukey.
Ryleigh
We want details later, Holls.
Luke
We don’t all want them. For the love of all your Christmas crazy, please, sweet baby Santa, do not give me details about you and my quarterback. That man spends all season with his hands under my junk.
Hadley
OMG. That’s fucking hilarious.
Luke
I fucking hate you some days Hades.
Hadley
No you don’t.
Briggs
Dude . . . This is the best text thread I’ve ever woken up to.
If anyone wants my opinion, I say get it while the gettins good, Holls.
Ryleigh
What?
Briggs
You know . . . Hit it and quit it.
Rainey
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Briggs
You’re not the first person to ask me that today.
Holly
Today?
Briggs
You wouldn’t be the first Chase to hit it and quit it today either, if you want to get technical.
Luke
Dude. No. Don’t tell them that. Don’t egg them on.
Briggs
Love you guys. See you next weekend.
Holly
I’ve got to go too. Sophie’s crying.
Rainey
Wait. Dad wants to know if you’ll be home for Christmas Eve?
Luke
We have a game on Christmas day.
Hadley
That’s not until four though.
Holly
Let me talk to Camden and figure out the holiday plans.
Hadley
Ohh . . . it’s like that already?
Holly
Goodbye, Hades.
Hadley
Love ya, Holls.
My heart skips a beat when I walk into Sophie’s room, and other parts of my anatomy perk up in ways they really shouldn’t .
. . But come on. Seriously. Camden is sitting in the glider rocker, bare-chested with Sophie lying against him.
Her cheek planted against his skin as she babbles to her daddy, who’s rubbing her back in soothing circles.
Why is that so hot?
Oh my garland. Who am I even kidding? It’s hot because it’s him.
My giant, grinchy gladiator, hot daddy from the pharmacy, and he’s still all those things. But now . . . now there’s an emphasis on mine. At least I think there is. We haven’t exactly rushed to talk things through this morning.
“Morning, vixen,” he murmurs as his eyes warm, and my insides do the same.
I lean against the door, smiling at the sight. “Morning.”
“Do you have any plans for today?” he asks as Madden gets up and circles me until I give him some love.
“Not really. I was thinking I could take Sophie to the vineyard for pictures with Santa,” I admit hesitantly. Unsure whether he’d want to come or not. Hoping maybe he will.
“Don’t babies usually cry when they see Santa?” He grins, softening his words, and I shake my head and cross the room, stopping next to them.
“It’s a rite of passage, Grinch,” I tease. “Plus, you won’t have to wait in line.” I wink. “I’ve got an in with the owner.”
“Oh yeah?” He motions for me to come closer. “Would I have to do any special favors to take advantage of your in?”
My mind runs wild with all the ways Camden Monroe can take advantage of me.
“I can think of a few things.” I press my lips to his and lift Sophie from his arms. “How about I get this little sugar plum fed and dressed and you let me know if you want to come with us?”
“I’ll go,” he offers as he stands, and I arch a brow. “What? I’m off for the weekend, and I don’t hate Christmas.”
“Your defense is lacking, Grinch.”
Camden pulls me into his arms and presses his lips to the top of my head, and oh my . . . there’s something so intimate about the gesture.
“Whatever you say, vixen. But if you and Sophie are going, I’m coming with. Somebody has to protect my girls.”
I suck in a silent breath.
His girls.
We went there fast.
But I’m not sure that’s a bad thing.
It might just be the exact thing I was hoping for, after all.