Chapter 10
10
LIV
S urrounded by a mess of wrapping paper and ribbons, I glance over at Dylan. He’s concentrating on folding paper around a box, his brow furrowed in determination, and I can’t help but smile. Here he is, a man who can construct buildings with his bare hands, fumbling with Scotch tape and gift tags.
“Need some help there?” I taunt, reaching for a bow to stick on my package.
He lifts his head with his signature smile in place. “I’ve got this. But keep watching. It’s good for my ego.”
Truth is his looks aren’t the only things that hold my attention—it’s the way his kindness shines through in everything he does. It’s the patience in his voice when he speaks to me, the gentle way he handles fragile ornaments, the laughter we share over silly jokes. It all adds up to something terrifyingly real.
As I watch him tie the ribbon, a realization settles into my heart, warm and undeniable. I’m falling—no, I have fallen—for Dylan Kane. My ex-stepbrother. But more importantly, the man who makes my world tilt on its axis.
“Hey, you okay?” he asks, his empathetic gaze searching mine.
“Perfect.” I swallow down a knot of emotions. Because how can I explain that the best gift I could ever receive this Christmas is sitting right next to me, oblivious to the chaos he’s caused in my heart?
“Good.” He beams. “Because I think I’m getting pretty damn good at this.”
If only he knew just how much I agree…
We finish with the few remaining gifts, and the last folds of tissue paper crinkle under our hands as we work silently to clear away the remnants of our impromptu gift-wrapping party. The sound of Mom’s goodnight echoes in the air as she retreats down the hall to her bedroom.
“Looks like Santa’s workshop in here,” Dylan quips as he bundles a cluster of tangled ribbons. The twinkling lights from the Christmas tree cast dancing shadows across his muscular frame, making my heart do its own little dance. “What do we do with those?” He motions with his chin to the stockings lying on the coffee table.
“We stuff them full of candy and small gifts, then hang them on the mantle.”
“Is that right?” He smirks. “I’ve got a stocking you can stuff. Come over here and let me show you.”
“Seriously?” I chuckle, scooping up scraps of paper and throwing them at him.
His long legs eat up the distance between us, and he wraps his arms around my waist, tugging my body into his. “So you don’t wanna stuff my stocking then?” He kisses a tender spot just below my jaw.
“Maybe you can change my mind.” I tilt my head to the side, and Dylan nips along the column of my neck. Then he seals his mouth over mine and steals my breath with a searing kiss.
Within seconds, our hands are all over each other, tearing at clothing items in a race to undress. It’s reckless and frenzied, both of us knowing my mom is down the hall and could catch us at any moment. We turn off the lights, leaving only the glowing fire and the glittering sparkle of the Christmas tree. Our bodies come together with a familiar heat, whispers and sighs mingling with the faint sounds of the house settling around us.
Stepping over our discarded clothes, Dylan drags me to the couch where he sits down and guides me to straddle him. His hard cock nudges me from below while I grip the backrest behind his head and steady myself on his lap. My large breasts sway back and forth until he gathers them in his hands and buries his face between them.
“I don’t think I’ll be the one doing the stuffing,” I taunt while I roll my hips, feeling my wet core glide along his length.
“You want me to stuff your pussy with my cock, baby? Fill you up until I’m coming inside you?”
My breaths quicken at the thought, and I nod.
“You’ll have to be extra quiet though. Think you can be a good girl for me?”
“I like being a good girl for you,” I whisper my confession.
He smiles up at me, letting me writhe on top of him while plucking and tweaking the stiff peaks of my breasts. My head drops back when he draws one of the puckered buds into his hot mouth, roughly massaging the other. I start to moan with pleasure until he abruptly stops and I lift my head and pout.
“Shhh, baby. You gotta keep it down.”
I pull my lips between my teeth as my cheeks begin to heat.
He kisses the tops of my breasts, grabbing handfuls of my ass, then guides me to slightly rise until the tip of his dick prods at my entrance. My gaze locks on his and my grip tenses on the couch when I slowly sink down on his hard, thick cock. Air rushes from my lungs as the sensation of being full overwhelms my senses and I begin to pant.
Leaning forward, I bring my mouth to his, relishing the feel of him being inside me. But the need to come urges me to move, and my hips slowly rock against his massive thighs. I break the kiss, giving in to my pleasure, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. My senses are overloaded when his thumb finds my clit and his eager mouth returns to my breasts.
“I… I’m almost…” I struggle to speak between my terse, shallow breaths.
“Come with me. I wanna feel your pussy gushing on my cock.”
Circling my hips, I chase my orgasm and ride him hard while he adds pressure to my clit. Then my movements falter and I lose control, so Dylan grabs my hips and takes over. I hold on tight while he rams himself inside me, fighting to breathe as he fills me up. It feels so good and I try to hang on longer, but pleasure washes over me and my walls clench around him.
“God,” I pant, holding still as Dylan thrusts his hips upward, slamming his big dick into me.
Then his muscular arms wrap around my waist, keeping me in place while he uses my body to make us both come. Over and over, his cock reaches deep until my eyes roll back and I begin to tremble.
“Fuck, baby,” he hisses when he comes, but I barely hear him over the rushing sound coursing in my ears.
Erotic bliss flows through me, and after a few more thrusts, he settles my body on his lap. The tiny pulses are almost imperceptible, but a smile sweeps over my face at the knowledge that I’m making him come.
Gently skating his calloused palms over my back, Dylan kisses every inch of my skin he can reach. My heart beats wildly and my core continues to quiver until he finally lifts me off him and we lie down on the couch. Exhausted and breathless, I curl against him, wrapped in the safe cocoon of his arms. Then reality starts to creep in, and my mind is overrun by worried thoughts.
What would my mom think if she found us right now? Will she see love or a scandal when we finally tell her about us?
My chest tightens at the idea of her not accepting our new relationship.
“Hey,” Dylan’s voice rumbles against my ear. “You’re tense all of a sudden. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lie, because I don’t want to ruin the moment.
“I know that’s not true, baby,” he murmurs before rolling onto his back and dragging me on top of him.
His embrace tightens protectively around me, as if he can shield me from my own thoughts. I close my eyes and let myself sink deeper into his arms, the rhythm of his heartbeat a reassuring anchor.
This man is everything, and I’m falling in love with him harder and faster than I ever imagined possible.