“You hurting?” I asked.
“Just sore,” she said, brushing me off.
“You’re limping, Birdy,” I pointed out.
“Fine, I think my boot is hitting where my driving foot hit the console.”
“Say no more,” I said, scooping her up like she was my bride, carrying her again for the second time in two days.
“Guy, no! You’re sore, too!”
“But I’m not limping,ma puce.” I snuck a kiss into her neck. I mostly got a faceful of her scarf, which carried her light, girly scent.
“I’m not happy about this,” she pouted.
“I am.” A few blocks later, we were at Bob Evans. I booted the door open, still carrying her.
The hostess looked like she didn’t know what to do with us.
“Put me down,” Kitty hissed.
“Table for two,” I announced proudly. Kitty squirmed and wriggled until she fell out of my arms, landing hard on her feet with a quiet “ow.”
“See? You should let me carry you,” I said, self-satisfied.
The hostess led us to our table, eyeing us like we were diseased.
Kitty slid into the booth across from me, stripping her many layers.
“Only my second American Thanksgiving ever.”
“Aw, buddy, did you not celebrate the last two years?”
I shook my head. “Ramen noodles and porn.”
Kitty stuck out her bottom lip. “Don’t tell Mom. She would have driven through a hurricane to come get your ass for Thanksgiving if she’d known you were alone.”
“Oh, I wasn’t alone. I had many moaning women to keep me company,” I said with a grin.
Kitty rolled her eyes. “Definitely leave that part out if you’re talking to Mom. I hope I’m not disappointing you. Sounds like the last two years were pretty hot.”
I laced my fingers with hers across the table. “They were, but this year wins. I wouldn’t change a thing. Except maybe the car accident. I’d rather be charmingly stranded than desperately stranded.”
“Fair,” she said, looking at her menu. “Ready to eat until you’re sick? I don’t know how you Canucks do it, but that’s how we do it in America.”
I’d loved the Thanksgiving Maman and I spent with the Gattos in West Virginia, but this one had it beat. Kitty was mine, after all that time. I gave her a piggyback ride back to the hotel. I iced up her leg and head, curling up around her. We fell asleep to the drone of football on TV. I was with my family, my best friend,and my love all at the same time.
Chapter 19
Kitty
“That’s it, Birdy.”
I lowered myself fully onto Guy’s cock. We were in a chair in front of the mirror in our hotel room the day after Thanksgiving. We still had another day to kill until my dad came to get us, so we killed time the best way we knew how: marathon fucking. Once we ripped off the bandaid of our physical attraction to each other, there was no stopping us. I couldn’t get enough, stitches in my face or not.
I faced away from Guy, sitting in his lap while he filled me. He kissed my back as his hands reached around, one toying with my clit while the other played with my breast. The slap of skin and moans filled the air.
“So fucking pretty riding that dick.” Guy ’s gaze flicked from my back to our reflection. It was so deeply erotic to see how he watched me, his eyes devouring me voraciously.
