Chapter 16
~ Sammie ~
“You better be on your best behavior, young lady.” Braden is extra grouchy when we meet upstairs in our tiny room to get dressed for dinner.
“I’ve been very, very good.” I roll my eyes and dig through my shopping bags for an appropriate Christmas Eve dinner outfit. “Where did you go? You missed putting up the Colleen angel tree topper.”
“I went for a walk to clear my head.” His expression is guarded, and he won’t meet my eyes.
“Why?” I stalk toward him, licking my lips delectably. “Because you’re jealous of me kissing Will?”
He swipes his fingers through his hair—a nervous tell—and furrows his brows to look stern. “That’s what I want to talk to you about. Lindsay isn’t going to be happy when she finds out you’re ten years older than her son.”
“Oh, I doubt it’ll bother her.” I worry my lower lip and press my hands over Braden’s hard chest. “It’s you I’m worried about. You’re wound up so tight, you’re about to detonate.”
He surprises me by removing my hands. “Now’s not the right time. Jolene’s expecting us prim and proper for dinner and the Yule log lighting. Then it’s off to church we go.”
“Church, schmurch. Can’t we skip it?” I dangle a pair of lace panties he bought me. “Think I should put this on underneath my petticoat?”
Braden gives me a hot, desperate look, and I don’t have to stare at his crotch to know he’s up and ready. Too bad there’s a houseful of family underneath scurrying around and barging through doors.
Truthfully, they seem to have no sense of privacy—probably because no one, other than Wes and Jolene, is getting any sex. Will told me his mother’s not sleeping with Nash, and Macy says Damon’s as lonely as a priest.
“Just be good, okay?” Braden quits the staring contest and admits defeat by slumping on the bed. “We came here to give Poppy the best Christmas ever. I think you should cool the jets with that boy. He’s underage. How will you feel if this gets out?”
“You’ve a point there.” I twirl the lace panties and throw them at him. “He’s just a boy while you’re a man.”
He makes no attempt to catch them, letting them drop onto his lap. Poor guy must be weighed down from the strain of holding back.
“Oops.” I straddle him, and I can tell he’s one big, hard monster of a man. “You get hard so easily, don’t you?”
“Oh, Sammie, you don’t know how you tease.” He lets out a heavy breath, and his eyes get that intent look of a man on the hunt.
“Tease? You think it’s easy for me to pretend to be your daughter?” I press my breasts against his chest and palm the side of his face. “You have no idea how long it’s been since I got laid.”
“I don’t want to imagine you and that douchebag.”
“Sorry, what I meant is, you know.” I let my horny flesh glide over his well-defined bulge. Even with the layers of clothing covering us, I bet I can get him off with a lap dance.
He closes his eyes and sucks in a harsh breath, teetering between control and release. Slowly, I circle my hips over his erection, and then step up off his lap.
His eyes pop open, and his jaw slackens. Bet he didn’t expect me to back off, but he’s wrong, wrong, wrong. I’ve done stripping and lap dancing to earn extra money while going to college. A man wants what he can’t get, and right now, his cock is weeping and straining for my warmth.
Placing my hands on my hips, I sway them right and left in a circular, snakelike motion. My body curves and swivels, and I cup my breasts, moving my elbows in a way that swirls my hands over my nipples.
When Braden’s jaw hits the floor, I start the hip thrusting, while still rotating in a figure-eight. My spine arches up and down, and the junction between my legs spreads as I bend my knees and sway around crazy sexy.
His drool swishes in his mouth, and he leans back on the bed to relieve the tightness in his fly. Twirling my wrists like a belly-dancer, I take both his hands and pull him to his feet.
He seems dumbfounded and slow to move, so I guide him while my body undulates like a snake in front of a charmer, and I push him onto the armchair across from the mirrored closet.
His mouth gapes open, and he leans back, unable to keep his eyes off me. He loosens his candy-striped silk tie and unbuttons his shirt. He’d already shed the Italian suit jacket when he entered the room, and his pants are tented from his perennial arousal.
Since I don’t want to get Jolene’s costume wrinkled, I turn around, give Braden a wink over my shoulder, and let the skirt with the fluffy edge drop down my legs. I step out of it with my legs still encased in high red-and-white striped stockings. My red panties are not exactly revealing, because I hadn’t dressed to strip, but that’s okay.
He’s staring at me as if he wants to devour me, completely mesmerized by my snakelike moves.
I open the elf vest and drop the fairy wings onto the carpet. Twirling slowly and seductively, I pick up the wings and hang them on the top bunk. Then I extract the brocaded velvet dress for dinner and hang it on the other side of the bed.
