“Fuck, I can’t believe it,” Beast sighs.
“I need to kill something,” Rage grinds out. Dixie hugs him, trying to soothe his violent tendencies away. Even Erebus lets out a whimper at his side.
“Why are you all looking so sad?” Queenie snaps as she walks over, all dressed with make-up on.
“We are devastated, Queenie,” Hawk states.
“Yeah, it’s shitty, but I ain’t dead yet. Now, just because the medication is kicking my ass, it doesn’t mean you can all slack. It’s Christmas, and there is a dinner to cook. Now either grab some vegetables and help, or piss off,” she orders.
I smile. Even feeling like shit, she can still whip these boys into shape. Each one of the guys walks over and kisses her on the cheek, hugging her. I get the vegetables out as she comes closer to me, a sad smile playing at her lips.
“I hate that this is what the day will be remembered for,” she admits.
“It won’t just be that. There’s Beast dressed as Santa.” I smirk, pausing. “You okay though?” I ask.
She nods. “Yeah, Cash just needs a minute.”
I nod in understanding. “I will go see if Maggie wants to help prepare,” I state. The rest of the ol’ ladies rally around Queenie, hugging, chatting and helping to prepare the dinner. I walk down the hall to Cash and Maggie’s room. The door is ajar, and I pause just outside it before knocking.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to fill you with my seed,” Cash groans.
I blink. Okay, I’m guessing Maggie was helping him through in their own way. “Yes, fuck,” Maggie cries out. I bite my lip, smiling as I slowly walk back out.
Ghost catches me at the end of the hall. “Where have you been?” he asks.
“Fuck yes!” Maggie’s cries echo behind me.
“Oh.” He grins. “Ain’t no better way to deal with shit than to fuck,” he states before pressing his lips to mine. “You want me to help you deal? Right now?”
“Oh, Casper, I’d love to, but I’ve got potatoes to peel.” I smile and pat his cheek before I move to step away.
He grabs hold of my wrist and yanks me back to him before bending down and throwing me over his shoulder. I let out a squeal as he slaps my ass.
“Be back in twenty,” he bellows before walking us out the front door.
The cold air hits me, and I shiver. “Where are we going?” I hiss.
He ignores me and continues to walk. All I can see are his footprints in the snow. Until I’m thrown and land in warm water with a splash. I gasp as I go under briefly, and when I push myself up, I push my hair out of my face.
“You chucked me in the hot tub!” I fume.
Ghost smirks as he drops his jeans and removes his T-shirt, standing before me in the snow completely naked as he climbs into the hot tub. He doesn’t say anything as he grabs my face in his hand and crashes his mouth to mine. It’s desperate and full of desire. His hands roam, yanking my yoga pants down. I wiggle out of them before wrapping my legs around his waist. He presses the head of his cock at my entrance, pausing briefly before he slams himself inside me. I cry out.
His mouth and hands are everywhere, as if he’s committing every part of my body to memory. He sits on the seat in the tub, so I’m straddling him. I bounce up and down his length, making the water slosh all around us. He lifts my top up over my breasts, exposing them. His hands cup them, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. His gaze is intense as he watches me.He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.
“Ghost,” I breathe, feeling my pleasure boiling and ready to explode. “I’m, oh fuck, yes,” I ramble.
“I know. I can feel you,” Ghost groans. I ride him faster and harder, and as water from the hot tub cascades over the sides, his hands grip my hips. He keeps his eyes fixed on mine, which are full of love and adoration, and it’s almost too much to take. “Cum for me. Cum for me now,” he orders, his jaw gritted tight.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I bite back, enjoying the feeling of my orgasm building.
He moves his hand between us, pressing the pad of his thumb to my clit, rotating it in a circular motion. “You fucking cum when I say you cum,” he growls.
It’s all suddenly too much, and my orgasm ignites through my body. I clamp around him as I arch my back, stars blurring my vision. Ghost lets out a deep growl from within his chest and pumps his release into me. I slouch forward, resting my face in the crook of his neck. His hand strokes lazily up and down my back as we both catch our breath.
“Don’t ever fucking leave me,” he rasps in my ear.
I sit up, my brow furrowed in confusion. “Why would you think I would ever leave you?”
