“Ugh!” I scream again while squeezing my other pillow between my damn legs.
There’s a whole, fine ass, chocolate ass cowboy a few feet away, up in my damn attic, and I’m in this lonely bed squeezingmy damn pillow instead of him squeezing me. This debate to go upstairs or stay down here has been plaguing me since Kimmie left.
Amara and Kimmie were so excited about their ugly Christmas sweaters that Meleck went ahead and made the battery packs. He even attached the lights and I sewed the packs into the side inseam of the sweaters. Seeing that big ass smile on my sister’s face solidified what I knew after we kissed in the truck.I want Meleck.
After Kimmie left, we cleaned up the mess in the living room. Then Amara finished up her homework before going into her room to get ready for bed and read her book. Meleck and I chilled for about another hour on the sectional, then he went into the attic. I brought my hot and bothered ass in here, took a cool shower, then soaked in my tub after the shower didn’t work.
Sexually frustrated, I climbed into this bed and tried to go to sleep. That shit didn’t happen, so I called Reece. Because she was already under a man, her advice was immediately for me to go into the attic. Initially, I was onboard, all gas, no brakes. However, when I slipped my feet into my slippers, I stalled. I second-guessed everything and climbed back into this bed.
Sleeping with a man changes everything,every-freaking-thing.There’s no turning back once that line is crossed and I’m apprehensive about approaching it. I have so much to consider: my sister, his temporary status, and my heart. There’s a line of broken hearts here in Miller’s Pointe because of seasonal ranch hands. They are only here for a season, not forever. Falling for Meleck, only for him to leave, could break my heart.But damn it, I want him.
“Sex and sex only,” I utter, trying to convince myself that if I go into that attic, it’s only going to be about having an amazing time and hopefully an amazing orgasmor two.However, even as I say the words to myself, I know it’s just a whole ass lie. I’mfeeling him too much for it to just be sex. “Ugh!” I sigh again. Then I quickly change my mind. “Fuck it!”
Without a second thought, and before I can re-talk myself out of it, I jump off my bed, bypass my slippers, and grab my snow booties from my closet. Before putting them on, I rush into my bathroom, gargle, remove my scarf, and put a little scented body oil between my thighs, on my ankle, then behind my ears. After one final check in my mirror, I leave the bathroom, put on my booties, wrap my wool peacoat over my pjs, and creep out of the house.
It’s cold as hell and small snow flurries are falling from the midnight sky. As fast as I can, I rush to the stairs, jet up them before I chicken out, and knock on the door. I have a key but I don’t want to just let myself into his space.
“Yeah?” his baritone calls out, obviously startled.
“It’s me and it’s cold,” I say.
A few seconds later, the door opens. Meleck is standing in the doorframe dressed in only black sweats. They hang low around his waist and the view is immaculate. My damn mouth waters as I imagine what’s inside. His chocolate upper body is on full display and I finally see that the tattoos on his neck are connected to an elaborate one that extends down his shoulder and arm.
This man is pure perfection.
For a moment, he merely stares at me and I gladly do the same. Then finally, his smile spreads across his handsome face and he nips his bottom lip.
“What’s up?” he asks coolly.
“You but can I please come in? It’s cold,” I say.
“Oh shit. Yeah,” he says before quickly stepping back.
I rush in and he closes the door. After stepping out of my boots, I trek right to the small fireplace to warm up. While I’mholding my hands out to the heat, he steps behind me and wraps his strong arms around me.
Whispering in my ear, he asks, “You want me to do that?”
“Do what?” I ask.
“Warm you up,” he says and my entire body smiles.
Hell yeah!My thoughts are screaming but I take a breath and respond in a chill tone. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”
From behind, he opens my coat. When I drop my hands, he pulls my coat off my shoulders then down my arms. He catches it before it hits the floor.
“Damn,” he says and the growl in his tone tickles my ear and shoots through my body like a lightning bolt. It lands between my legs and strums my clit. I’m already pleased with my decision to be a whole ass whore and come up here. “Which one are you?” he asks.
“Huh?” I question. His large hand runs across my top and his finger traces the word NAUGHTY. Then his other hand grips my ass. The word NICE is across it. Catching on, I answer him. “Both actually.”
“So I can have you naughty and nice tonight?”
“Mmmhmm,” I say while nodding.
His lips graze my shoulder then he plants kisses across it, then up to my neck. As his lips caress my skin, his hands travel under my shirt and cup my breasts. My eyes close and my head falls back as I soak in the pleasure he delivers. And when his thumbs rub across my nipples, a soft moan escapes my lips.
“Your skin tastes so damn good. Do you taste like this all over?” he asks and I nod. He grins and the air from his laugh sends a chill down my spine. “Come over here,” he says.
While still wrapped around me, he walks us over to the bed. I turn to face him then peck his lips. He slides his tongue into my mouth and I welcome it, remembering our kiss in the truck.
