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Three Under The Tree: A Holiday MFM Romance by KB Winters (63)

Eight

Nick

The sun would be up soon, less than two hours was my guess, and I needed to go down and check on the party. But with a soft, sexy woman wrapped around me, why in the hell would I ever get up? I buried my face in Harley’s hair. She was a revelation. The perfect mix of innocent and wild. I couldn’t get enough of her, even now, in sleep I had to touch her, be next to her, inhale her sweet scent. She had no idea how sexy, how appealing she was. How would I let her go in just a few hours?

She stirred, stretched and turned to me with a sleepy, sexy smile. “Hey.”

Her smile was infectious and I pulled her closer, sliding my mouth over hers in a kiss that was a classic slow burn. My cock immediately responded to the way her lips and tongue glided against mine, even though it shouldn’t. She was too sore. For fuck’s sake, she’d been a virgin five hours ago and already I had fucked her too many times. “Hey,” I said as I pulled back. “How are you feeling?”

“Better than I ever felt in my life.” Her smile was bright even if her eyes were barely open. “I think my body is actually singing.”

I laughed at that. “In that case, you’re welcome.” She thanked me by swiping her tongue across my nipple. “We should probably go downstairs, check things out.” Harley groaned and curled into me, inhaling deeply.

“You smell good.” She buried her face in my chest, moaning as she exhaled. Vibrating against me. “So good.”

I should move. Roll away and get in the shower and get downstairs. If I stayed another minute, I’d be balls deep inside Harley again. My cock stirred and I shot off the bed. “Get dressed or we’ll never get out of here.”

She laughed and fell back on the bed, back arched beautifully to show off hard, rosy nipples. “Sorry, I’m being silly. I just feel so good.”

“You look good, too, which is why I’m staying over here and getting dressed.”

“Okay, okay.” She slid off the bed, leaving the sheets a tangled mess. “I’m up and I’m getting dressed.”

Her legs wobbled but I knew the champagne had long been burned off.

“Have you seen my panties?”

“You mean my panties, don’t you?” Because I had them and I had no plans to give them back.

She looked at me, then down at the tent in my boxer briefs and back up. “I’m not really sure they’re your style, but if you have to have them then go ahead.”

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” I closed the gap between us, pressing into her until she tipped over onto the bed and I fell on top of her, between her legs.

“I’ll have you know I’m the funny one.”

“Really? Because you’re definitely the sexy one.” She rolled her eyes and I pressed my cock against her plump folds, wishing I’d gotten rid of the underwear so I could feel her. “Mmm, I can tell how much you want me.” Her arousal hung thick in the air, a potent shot of lust hardening my dick until it throbbed.

“I do want you, Nick.”

I knew she did. I could see it in the way her hazel eyes were practically black, the way her breaths came in fast and shallow. Her nipples beaded into mouthwatering points I couldn’t wait to wrap my tongue around. “I want you too, Harley. So much that it’s taking all the willpower I have not to shove down my boxers and slide right into your tight little cunt.” I slid one finger down between her round tits, rubbing the skin around her opening until she began to writhe. “But I’ve already been too rough with you.”

“No. You haven’t,” she moaned, head thrashing back and forth, hand gripping my wrist tight in case I thought to move my fingers. “You’ve been. . .perfect.”

“But you’re still too sore.” I kissed her. Long and hard, hot and intense. Hungry. The longer we kissed the more fevered we grew, panting as sweat beaded between us. Hands grasped blindly, trying to find something to touch, to feel. She dragged her pussy against me, shuddering breaths pushing out as she grew closer to orgasm.

“Slow down.”

“Can’t.”

Her legs tightened around me, her back bowed off the bed and she let out a low, keening wail as pleasure shot out of her. Her body shook violently.

“Goodness! Okay, I think I’m wrung out.” She placed a hand on my chest and slid it down to my cock. “But I wouldn’t mind wrapping my lips around this.”

“Later.” I smiled and pulled back, carrying her into the bathroom for a quick shower that included no sex and one blowjob that might’ve dislocated a disc in my spine.

“So,” she said with a wide grin, hands on her hips as she stood there with her sexy green party dress unzipped at the side, thick black hair a big wavy mess after she blow dried it. “I’m just supposed to walk out of here with nothing covering up my lady parts?”

“Yes.” The question was, how would I keep my composure for however long it took to check on the party downstairs, knowing she was bare under that dress.

“Fine.” She zipped up her dress and slipped back into the bathroom. When she returned her lips were a delicious shade of kissable red, her hair had been tamed into a sexy librarian’s bun and her skin was flushed beautifully.

“You’re not dressed.”

“I will be. Don’t go getting any ideas,” I told her with a grin as I stared at the closet of suits I kept here.

“You give me plenty ideas, but I’m happy to dress you up like a Ken doll.” She stepped into the closet with me, running a hand over my back and down to cup my ass. “The gray with the light blue windowpane stripes. Super sexy.”

“Super?”

She rolled her eyes. “Get dressed.”

Ten minutes later we stood in the elevator, side by side, pretending not to watch one another in the reflections before us. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. “What in the fuck?” The place was a mess. Dozens of beer and booze bottles were tilted over and spilling onto the tiled floor, littering the walkways between the cubicles. I couldn’t believe how they could’ve created such a mess in just six short hours. The copy machine was running and left unattended. Hell, most of the party was unattended at this point, aside from a few bodies spread on desks and the floor. I spotted about a dozen people still here.

“They partied harder than we did,” Harley whispered, the awe in her voice spread all over her face. “Did they have a fight orgy or something?”

Our gazes landed on a long swath of cake frosting on the wall. “I secretly hope there are hidden cameras everywhere so I can see how this unfolded.”

I grinned at her good mood. “Sorry. Next time I’ll remember to break the law for your amusement.”

She smiled sweetly up at me. “Aww, you really are the nicest guy. My body is a big fan.” She shivered as though she’d just been hit with a memory.

I heard a noise and pulled her close, pressing a finger to her mouth and one to my ear. “Did you hear that?”

She strained her ear to listen and squeezed my bicep. Then she nodded.

“It sounds like someone is fighting or fucking.”

She giggled. “Since Shannon isn’t among the dirty dozen out here, I’d wager that someone is doing both.”

The sound of her laugh made me smile. It was nothing more than the sound of her voice that had me grinning like a little boy. I needed another taste and I intended to have one so I pulled her down the same dark hall where the sound came from, pressed her against a wall and slammed my mouth into hers. I kissed her long and hard, loving the way she tried to climb my body to get closer. I swallowed her moans as she ground against me, my hands squeezing her ass to get as close as I could.

“Nick,” she moaned and pulled back. “Aren’t you worried people will see us?”

“Fuck no. Let them see what a lucky fucker I am.”

She rolled her eyes at me and smiled. “They already think that.”

“Good. Then let them hate my fucking guts because I got a hottie like you all to myself.” I kissed her again just because I could, and because she had no idea what the sight of those plump lips, slick from my kisses, did to me. I could unzip right here in this fucking hall and be inside that sweet pussy in seconds.

But I couldn’t.

And there was the small fact that someone was either being fucked within an inch of their life or murdered three doors down. “Are we really ready to see what’s on the other side of this?”

I leaned down and stole one more kiss. “Not even a little bit, but it is my company.”

She grinned and rubbed my arm in a soothing motion. “And I’m here for moral support.”

I nodded and gripped the knob, turning it slowly before finally pushing the door open. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at.

Judging by her shocked gasp, neither could Harley. “Shan?”

“Brandon?” I asked at the same time.

***

The chubby blonde from earlier, Harley’s friend, had her back pressed into a shelf filled with books, legs wrapped around the lanky frame of the head of my IT department. “Brandon,” I said again, this time loud enough to draw his attention away from the woman he was balls deep in.

“Sir? Shit! Fuck! Goddammit!” Watching him attempt to turn, left and then right, to hide was amusing. Harley snickered beside me as the man continued his string of creative curses as he fought for decency.

“Don’t you even fucking think about it or I’ll let my twat snap your cock in half.” The bossy blonde looked serious about her threat before she turned her gaze to me with a pair of black glasses I’m pretty sure belonged to Brandon. Then she spotted her friend. “Harley, babe, tell me you look freshly showered because you’ve been freshly fucked?”

“Shan, come on.”

“What? I just need to know that you lucky bitch, you gave your V-card to that fine hunk of man meat beside you.”

Harley’s face was an alarming shade of red, such a contrast to the dirty talker I’d had in my bed earlier. She nodded to Shannon, who wore a wide grin to Harley’s shy one.

“Way to fucking go! By the look of both of you I can tell you must’ve broken a few headboards. Or maybe one of those thousand dollar chairs.” She wiggled blonde eyebrows, making her pink bangs move in the process.

“Shan, we’ll talk later.”

Shannon looked to Brandon and grinned. “Pink is definitely your color, fire crotch.”

I couldn’t disagree more. The pale redhead should never wear pink, especially when the item in question was Shannon’s hot pink D-cup bra. He looked to me with a worried smile. “I don’t, normally wear stuff like this.”

“Oh for crying out fucking loud Brandon, look at that man. He’s been fucked and sucked six ways from Sunday, by that,” she pointed at Harley. “He doesn’t give a flying fuck about you wearing my bra. Or my thong,” she laughed and reached down to smack his ass. “Yeah, baby!”

“Shannon,” he whispered, his tone imploring her to use a modicum of decorum but it was useless in the small closed in space.

That laughing green gaze landed on me and like the coward I was, I moved behind Harley and used her for protection against her crazy friend. “You don’t care, do you boss man? Do you care that Brandon eats pussy like a starving man?”

“Uh, no.”

She grinned, happy with my answer. “And you don’t care that he likes me to shove a finger up his ass when I deep-throat him, do you?”

“Definitely not.” I shivered at even the thought.

“See,” she said as though that was the winning answer, “he doesn’t care.” She turned back to Harley. “Now if you two don’t mind getting the fuck out of here, that would be great. Harley, I’m fine. Brandon will get me home after he puts that look on my face,” she said pointing to her friend’s glow. Shannon turned that smile to Brandon and strangely enough, the man’s gaze softened. He looked at her like he liked her, like this wasn’t just some holiday party hookup.

“I’ll put something on your face if you don’t shut up.”

She gasped, then grinned. “You and what army?”

“Me and my dick is all the army I need.”

She grinned and pulled his hair. “It wouldn’t hurt to see if you or Colonel Cock can shut me up.”

“And that’s our cue to leave,” I said loud enough to be heard over their loud grunts, clasping my hand with Harley’s and pulling her out of that room full of crazy.

“Where are we going?” She practically ran to keep up with me, finally coming to a stop and forcing me to do the same.

I turned to her and cupped her cheek. “Back upstairs.”

“Okay,” she grinned, her expression going soft at the promise of more bedroom acrobatics.

“Wait. No, we’re not.” I had an even better idea.

Harley’s hand slid from mine and she took a few protective steps backwards. “It’s fine, Nick. I can just go home.”

I frowned and stepped closer, grabbing her hands in mine. “Why? You’re not having a good time?”

She hugged herself. “You’re trying to figure out how to send me away and I just wish you would say it.” Everything about her body language screamed defensiveness. She was in protection mode.

“You want me to just say it? Whatever is on my mind, just blurt it out?”

“I’m a big girl,” she said, eyes, heart and body all preparing for the brush off. She had her tough girl cape on right now.

“Big in some ways, little in others,” I told her and let my hand graze the side of her breast as it slid down her side to rest on her hips. “Okay, here it goes.” I shouldn’t toy with her, it wasn’t very nice of me, but she made it easy. How could a woman this beautiful, this spontaneous and adventurous, not know she was the entire package?

“Any day now, Nick.”

I smiled at how annoyed she looked and then I grabbed her hands, pressing them to my chest. “Come with me to Aspen. Spend the next two weeks with me at my cabin.” I hadn’t taken a woman with me to Aspen since college, but I had a good feeling about this.

“For sex?” Her big eyes were wide, round with fear and uncertainty.

“There will be plenty of sex, Harley. Count on that. But I do think it’s important that we see if we get along as well outside of the bedroom as we do inside.”

She tried to step back but I wouldn’t let her. It was a dick move, but she could process what I’d said right here.

“Why?”

“Because I like you. You’re funny, you’re sexy and you want me for me.”

“What else would I want you for?”

Her answer made me smile. “Exactly,” I told her and guided her back to the elevator. We stepped on and I backed her into the corner, kissing her all the way up to the fifty-fifth floor. I didn’t even wait to get her naked. As soon as we were in my apartment, I pulled up her dress and placed her hands flat on the glass overlooking the city.

“Nick. Are you sure?”

“That I want you? Fuck, yeah, I’ve never been more certain.” She arched her back for me and I slid a finger deep, she was so fucking wet and ready for me. “Are you?”

“God, yes!”

I slid deep, pounding into her from behind to show her part of what we could have for the next two weeks, if she would only say yes. “Next time we fuck like this, we’ll be looking at the Rockies. Snow.”

She took advantage of my position and grabbed my hair, keeping me close and kissing me hard. Intense. “Is there a fireplace? I’ve always wanted to make love in front of a fireplace.”

“Have you ever had your pussy eaten in front of the fire?”

She shook her head.

“Then say yes, Harley.”

She turned in my arms, temporarily separating our bodies but I couldn’t stand it, I needed to be closer. Lifting her in my arms, I pressed her back against the window and slid back into her hot, hungry body on a groan.

“Why?”

“If you don’t want to, say that,” I told her harshly.

Instead of lashing out, she let out an impatient sigh and held my face so gently while I was buried balls deep inside her. “This is my first time, Nick. I can’t guarantee I won’t get attached and I’d rather not if this is just a few more weeks of sex. I still have to work here.”

All good points. Good but totally fucking irrelevant. “Harley, listen to me and listen carefully. You’re mine. I’m yours. I want you in Aspen because I want to do this. Let’s take two weeks of no work, no stress and no questions. We can just be Nick and Harley.”

“I do like the sound of that.”

“Then say yes, woman.”

She laughed at my frown. “I will. Unless you can get me to say it sooner.”

It took five minutes to get her to say yes.