CHAPTER NINE
KATE
I never should have given that crazy woman my cell number.
I groaned internally as I listened to Alexis’s latest crisis. The color scheme for the new line clashed with the old one, and I was practically rolling my eyes in the back of my head as she ranted at me. “Alexis, it’s an easy fix. We’ll change the silver to black and it will still have the feel of the company,” I said trying to placate her.
“Will it be ready in time for fashion week? I leave in three days. Right after Thanksgiving,” she replied and my eyes grew wide.
Holy Crap! I forgot Thanksgiving. I mentally shook myself and assured Alexis that they would be ready in time for the presentation and hung up the phone.
Someone knocked on my door, and I opened it to find Adam standing there with an excited smile on his too handsome face. “I have an idea.”
He pushed past me into the room and I shut the door. “Do you realize that Thanksgiving is this Thursday? As in three days?” I asked, panicked.
“What?” He shook his head, looking at me in confusion before swearing, “Shit, I’ve been so absorbed thinking of Christmas, I completely forget.”
“Exactly what I was thinking.”
“How do we want to do this? As normal as possible, right? Like we buy a turkey and all that crap?”
“Seriously? Let’s not say crap in front of the kids, okay?”
My cooking skills were seriously lacking. I could follow a recipe, but I couldn’t really make shit up on the fly. My mom never got a chance to teach me how to cook, and my dad pretty much checked out after mom died so cooking wasn’t something I excelled at.
“All right. We can do this.” Adam smiled. “Make a list of everything we need, and while you’re at work I’ll go to the store and pick up supplies.”
I reached out and grabbed his forearm and squeezed. “Thank you, Adam. You really have made this so much easier. Now, what was your idea?” I asked.
“Well, I was thinking of doing like a 12 days of Christmas thing but the whole month until the actual day on the 25th.”
“Almost like an advent calendar, you mean?” I paced around the room, thinking about the idea. It had merit. We’d been struggling on and off with the kids, especially April. Maybe this could be something that would bring them all together. Something to look forward to. “That’s an awesome idea. On the weekends we can take them places, and on the week days we can give them little presents,” I replied thoughtfully, getting excited by his idea.
“Exactly! I was thinking of doing a Christmas Day scavenger hunt, even.”
“I like it. We can take them to all the places their parents took them to find clues,” I said my mind whirling.
“That was exactly what I was thinking.” He pulled me into his arms, stopping me from walking back up and down the room.
The excited smile he had on his face as he hugged me suddenly morphed into something alluring as I shuddered in his arms. His eyes darkened as he leaned forward slowly, my lips parting in anticipation. His pressed softly at first. It was magic, just as I remembered his lips to feel. It took less than a moment for it to turn desperate, and I gasped when he deepened the kiss. I melted into him as his hands traveled to my hips and up under the hem of my T-shirt. The skin on skin contact had me moaning into his mouth and arching into his chest. The feral growl that left his throat had me heating up even more.
“Aunt Kate?” April yelled as she knocked on the door and we broke apart.
“This isn’t over,” Adam whispered seductively in my ear.
Composing myself, I opened the guest room door and looked at the teenager. She looked back at us knowingly but didn’t comment, which I was thankful for. She held a phone to her ear and I figured she was talking to her best friend. “Can I go stay the night at Max’s house?”
“It’s Sunday. You have school tomorrow,” I said and in perfect teenage fashion her response was an eye roll.
“School is on break. Don’t you know anything? We get a week off for Thanksgiving now.”
“Hey, watch how you talk to her,” Adam said sternly.
“Whatever. Can I go?”
“Not until you apologize for that smart mouth.” Adam glared at her.
“Fine. I’m sorry Aunt Kate,” she groaned, clearly not meaning a word. I was starting to get more than a little concerned with her behavior. Wasn’t this the time teenagers could lash out, make a horrible decision, changing their lives in an instance.
“It’s fine. Go have fun,” I said instead of holding her back, unsure if being lenient through this trying time was the best parenting. She stomped off without so much as a thank you, grumbling to herself about gross old people kissing.
My thoughts were abruptly cut-off as he grabbed ahold of my hips and pulled me into him. I felt a bulge in my back as his hands roamed up underneath my shirt traveling quickly to my heaving breasts. My head fell back on his shoulder and I felt his lips travel up my neck, as he kicked the door shut with his foot.
“I missed this,” he said as his hands traveled higher, palming both breasts all while grounding him from behind.
Reaching around, one of his hands slid down my belly and unbuttoned my jeans, deftly slipping inside by modest thong. “You’re so wet for me,” he growled.
He ground into my back again and pulled my hips back against his hard length reflexively. His finger dipped between my folds and rubbed my clit furiously. I bucked against his hand and a dark chuckle escaped his throat.
“You missed me too, didn’t you?” he whispered close to my ear then bit down on the lobe. “Come for me, beautiful.”
I couldn’t help but break apart in his arms when he bit down on my shoulder and tweaked my nipple while rubbing my clit with those skillful fingers. We had been dancing around each other for the last month, since the almost kiss our first day in the house. Right then, all I could think about was the comment he made about being good with his hands. Yes, he was very good with his hands.
Reaching behind me, I palmed his erection through his low-slung sweats. It was his turn to shudder. I was starting to like his sweats.
Turning to face him, I slid one hand down the front to fist his huge cock and the other up his chest and around the back of his neck before pulling him down to my lips. “I’m good with my hands too, but I’m even better with my mouth,” I whispered close to his lips and licked a path down his neck. He groaned and sat in the chair next to my desk before pulling me onto his lap, sweats no longer in my way.
“I’m not interested in your mouth right now. I want that scalding hot pussy wrapped around my cock.” He groaned as my hips gyrated on his lap. I had just broken apart all over his deft fingers, but I was still unbelievably ready for round two.
Standing, I pushed my jeans and panties to the floor and stepped out of them as he watched with hooded eyes. Anchoring his hands around my hips, he gripped my ass and pulled me, so I was sitting on his cock and I nearly screamed at the contact as I impaled myself on him over and over.
I felt so full as I repeatedly ground down on him. “Are you ready beautiful?” he asked and I nodded. His finger went back to my clit and when he pinched it between his fingers a white-hot heat traveled from my center and exploded all throughout my body. His other hand pulled my head down and he crushed his lips to mine to muffle our cries.
I had completely forgotten in the haze of lust that there were kids in the house. Adam smiled at me as he broke the kiss. “Damn, I fuckin’ missed you.”