I kiss her nose softly. “I promise there’s been no one else but you, Phoebe.” I kiss her cheeks. “No one.”
She runs her hands down my chest, stopping at the hem of my pants. “Well I guess I should return the favor.” Her voice is sultry and full of promise as she reaches in and rubs her palm over me.
I hiss through my teeth at the feeling. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to reciprocate,” I groan out as she wraps her fingers around me, pumping me nice and slow.
“Shhh…” she whispers while placing swift, chaste kisses on my lips. “Trust me, I want to. I want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me. I want to feel you pumping through your orgasm, just like you felt mine.”
Fuck.This woman is going to be the death of me. And I’m going to enjoy every torturous moment of it.
Chapter Nineteen
Phoebe
Itwasn’teasygettingour gingerbread library from Spencer’s house all the way to my parents house. After a few very careful maneuvers and several close calls that would have ended in devastation, we made it with over twenty minutes to spare. Spencer decided to go pay his parents a quick visit while we wait for the others to show up. So, I’m helping my mom whip up dinner for everyone, and anxiously waiting for him to return.
I know the excited, giddy feelings I have in my stomach are a bad idea. Yes, we’ve had a couple of pretty great hook-up sessions. And yes, he’s said some pretty wonderful things about me…
But that nagging voice in the back of my head that keeps screaming that I’m just a backup version of Piper to him won’t shut the hell up. I know it’s wrong to keep pursuing this, but when he looks at me with that sexy, intense look in his eyes—I’m putty in his hands. Everytime he kisses me, my heart and my brain play tug-of-war and it seems like my heart wins every time. I can’t stop myself from making bad choices when it comes to him.
I need to talk to Piper about what happened all those years ago. I need verbal confirmation from her that it’s okay for me to pursue him. Even though I’ve sort of already crossed multiple lines with him, I won’t go any further with him until I know she does not, and will never, want him.
I need to talk to Spencer, too. I have to know if he still feels anything for my sister. I need to know why he kissed her, if he was supposedly waiting his entire life for me.
I just can’t seem to wrap my head around it all.
Until I have the guts to voice these concerns with him and Piper, I’ll be elbow deep into mashing these potatoes for this sweet potato casserole I’m helping Mom make.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, darling?” Dad asks me as he sneaks a bite of ham that Mom is carving. I lean into him when he comes over and kisses my cheek. I may be in my twenties, but I’ll never get tired of these little moments of affection from him.
I turn my focus back to spreading the potato mash into the glass bakeware that Mom laid out for me. “Not much, just ready to be crowned the Mistletoe Queen.” I say with an obvious smugness, earning a loud chuckle from Dad. “Did you check out our gingerbread library?” I ask him while I put the casserole in the broiler and set the timer for ten minutes to melt the marshmallows covering the top.
“Sure did. It looks great,” Dad responds. “It’s very fitting of my little bookworm to come up with a library for this one.”
“Great enough for you to call us the winners before the rest of them get here?” I flash Dad a wink and he rolls his eyes at me..
“Too late Big Sis, the winners have now arrived!” Phil comes boasting into the kitchen.
“You mean losers!” Piper yells from the hallway. “Me and Austin will be taking home this win, thank you very much!”
Just then, we all hear a loud crash in the dining room, and we all go running.
Please don’t be our library. Please, please, please don’t be our library.
When we enter the dining room, Kevin is crouched down over their ruined gingerbread creation with a look of utter defeat on his face.
“No, no, NO!” Phil screams out, turning to Kevin. “What did you do?!”
Kevin looks up at all of us. “I–I tripped over Little E. It was his fault!”
Phil glares at Little E, who is sitting on one of the dining chairs wearing a flannel sweater that matches Dad’s, licking his paws like he has no cares in the world. He starts to stalk towards him. “That mother-fuc–”
“Oh no you don’t! Leave my boy alone!” Dad steps into his path and grabs the cat, cradling him in his arms like a baby. “He didn’t mean it. Isn’t that right, little buddy?” He pets Little E behind his ears, making him purr loudly over the deadly silence.
The door opens behind us, and I turn to see Spencer and his parents walk inside. Mrs. Larson is carrying a plate of cookies and I smile when Spencer takes it out of her hands and places a quick kiss on her cheek before disappearing into the kitchen with the baked goods.
“Oh dear, what did we miss?” Mrs. Larson’s eyes are wide as she takes in the gingerbread mess that used to be Phil and Kevin’s…well whatever it was.
Austin steps over the mess and greets his mom with a hug. “Kevin tripped over the cat and dropped their Eiffel Tower,” he says sadly.
