Grumpy Elf:Regretting your life choices?
Me:Naw, they were super cute. Not as cute as Kacey, but cute. I can’t stay mad at them. And…that’s why I have wine.
Grumpy Elf:Well, no one is as cute as Kacey. I’m glad you survived.
Me:Ha! I knew you liked me!
Grumpy Elf:I didn’t say that. No one said that. I just don’t want to have to listen to your brother bawling if you died. Drink your wine and read your smut. I have work to do.
Me:You texted me! You interrupted your own schedule…because you like me! *laughing emoji*
Grumpy Elf:I don’t know why I bother talking to you.
Chapter Twenty – One
Kendrick
Bal’s large hands cupped my face, as he leaned in for another kiss on the park bench. We really needed to take this someplace else, before we got picked up for lewd behavior in a public place. There were people and kids here, and I was practically humping his thigh.
“We should…” I broke the kiss, panting lightly. “Probably take this talk somewhere more private.”
Bal nipped my bottom lip with his teeth and I groaned, the sensation shooting straight to my very hard cock. Yeah, I was gonna need a minute before I would be able to walk anywhere.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” he nipped at my earlobe and I shivered. “I do want to touch every inch of your skin. I want to kiss all your freckles. I want to lick your slick from your hole until you’re screaming my name. I want to watch my cum dribble out of your ass since we don’t need to use a condom.”
Gasping, I jumped up, hard dick be damned. Grabbing him by the hand, I tried to pull him up from the bench, but it was like trying to move a boulder. And Bal just grinned at me wickedly, his silver eyes heated.
“Let’s go!” I practically yelled, wiggling and waving my hands at him. “Now, right fucking now. Home. Need to get there. Now.”
Bal stood slowly like we had all the time in the world, still with that irritating yet sexy as sin grin on his face. Goddess, no wonder he never smiled. If he went around with that look on his face all the time, nothing would ever get done in the workshop.
“I’m not in a hurry,” he drawled, somehow making even those words sound sinful. “I plan to take my time with you.”
Instead of answering him, I started walking towards my house, ignoring my hard dick and the slick I could feel making my underwear and sweats damp. Hopefully I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew, because that would be embarrassing. Then again, anyone with two eyes could see how gorgeous Bal was and would likely understand why the back of my pants had a wet spot. Hell, the way my cock was throbbing, there was likely to be a wet spot in the front of my sweats too.
I didn’t care. All I could think of was getting home with Bal, and getting naked.
It took Bal about three seconds to catch up with me, his arm sliding around my waist and pulling me into his side. “I could carry you,” he mused.
“Nope, just walk,” I mumbled, “fast. Very fast.”
His laugh was low and throaty and nearly sent my body into an all over shiver. A happy Balfour could be lethal for my libido. How was I expected to ever leave my house with this sexy elf smiling, and laughing, and whispering all the dirty, dirty things he wanted to do to me?
I barely remembered the rest of the walk, too aware of Bal’s arm around me, his fingers trailing down my arm. The decadent scent of him surrounding me, making my mouth water, all peppermint swirled with rich chocolate.
Then, somehow, we were in my house, upstairs, in my bedroom, and Bal was slowly–so slowly–trailing sweet kisses down my neck, while he backed me into the edge of my bed. And all I could do was cling to him, shivering, and moaning needily.
When the backs of my knees hit the bed, I crumpled onto the mattress like a ragdoll, staring up at Bal with lust blown eyes. He grasped my ankle, getting rid of one shoe then the other, then slowly pulled at my sweats. Raising my ass, I helped him get them past my hips, past my cock that bobbed between us, hard and leaking, until he finally tossed them over his shoulder.
Looming over me, he placed a soft kiss on my leaking tip and I nearly came right then. My shirt followed the path of my pants, and then I was stretched out naked for him on the bed.
I watched with wide, hungry eyes as he slowly unbuttoned each button of the flannel shirt he wore, dragging it down his arms. His jeans came off just as slowly, revealing all his glorious skin and muscles, and that luscious, long and thick cock of his.
I giggled when he forgot he was still wearing his hiking boots and nearly fell on his ass trying to get them undone, with his jeans around his ankles. Leaning up on my elbows, I watched his ungraceful wobble and listened to the low curses that fell from his lips. Until finally he got the offending clothes off, and he knee crawled up the bed towards me.
“Wouldn’t it have been easier just to,” I snapped my fingers, “make them vanish?”
“Can’t use elf magic like that here.” I spread my legs as he slotted himself between my thighs, our cocks rubbing against each other deliciously. “I can come here to see you, and I can get home, but that’s it. I can’t even hide my elf ears except with my hair.”
