“Where’s your Christmas spirit?” I struggle to contain the giggle that wants to break free. “It’s for a good cause, and I think you’ll make an excellent Father Christmas.”
“I think this deserves a reward.” He waggles his brows and licks his lips suggestively. “I’ll do it if you let me feast on your pussy after.” His eyes glimmer with dark intent, and my nipples instantly harden as desire coils in my belly. “Or you could always get on your knees.” His grin is downright wicked, and I’m throbbing down below, my neglected pussy rejoicing at the promise of some real action.
Jesus. I am so out of my depth with Vander. Curtis never spoke to me like this, and I didn’t think I’d like it. But I do. I really do. I’m still not giving in though. “Nice try, but no.”
“Say yes, baby, and you’ve got a deal.” He nuzzles his nose in my neck, and I shove him off before I do something reckless—like agree.
“We already have a deal, and I know you’re a man of your word, so prove it.” I thrust the fake belly into his chest. “You’re going to need that, and don’t forget to wear the beard,” I add, backtracking out of the room.
“The least you could do is help me to get dressed.” He clutches his side and bends over. “I’m still sore.”
His pout is adorable, and I burst out laughing. “You have been dressing yourself for school all week. I think you’ll manage.” The bruising on his face is barely noticeable now, and his black eye is fading. It’s nothing a little bit of makeup won’t hide today. I know his ribs will be sore for another few weeks, but he’s managing with a heating pad, anti-inflammatory gel, and pain meds, so he can’t pull the wool over this gal’s eyes.
His eyes flash with intent as he stalks toward me and reels me into his chest. “I know you’ve been daydreaming about your cock. Don’t you want to see it again?” He thrusts his hips at me, confirming he’s hard, and my legs almost go out from under me. “Touch it?” he purrs, grabbing my ass and pulling me firmly into his erection.
He is definitely getting braver, and I am falling harder.
He nips at my earlobe, and his warm breath sweeps over my cheek as he whispers, “I bet we could lock this door and grab some privacy.” He pivots his hips, rocking into me again. “It won’t take long. After almost two weeks in your house and not being able to touch you, I’m liable to explode the second you wrap those pretty fingers around my dick.”
“Oh my.” A quivering voice accompanies the words, and I shuck out of Vander’s hold like I’ve been electrocuted, glaring at him for putting me in such a spot. “Aren’t you quite the catch?” The older woman in the doorway swoons at Vander as she deliberately rakes her gaze over him from head to toe. “You’re a lucky woman, Kendall.” She waggles her brows at me, and it’s a surreal moment. “Tell me, lovely. How do I get me one of those?” She points at Vander and grins.
Beverly is at least seventy, and while her brain is sharp, her body is letting her down. She had a stroke two years ago, which left her paralyzed from the waist down, which is when she moved into the retirement home. She wheels herself into the room, stopping her wheelchair directly in front of Vander so she can get a better look at him. She is brazen and bold, and I kind of idolize her.
“Beverly.” I smooth a hand down the front of my dress and clear my throat. “I didn’t see you there.”
“I wouldn’t have noticed either if I had the attention of this young stud.”
Vander chuckles, extending his arm. “The name’s Vander though young stud works too.” He shakes her hand, laughing louder when she refuses to give it back.
“You have really big hands.” She looks down at his feet. “Big feet too.” Mischief dances in her eyes. “You know what they say about men with big feet and hands, don’t you?” Her playful gaze dances from Vander to me and back again.
“I’ll bite, Beverly,” Vander says, still holding her hand. “What do they say?”
“Van!” I hiss. “Don’t encourage her.”
“That they also have big dicks,” she blurts, and I feel another giggle building at the back of my throat. Finally releasing Vander’s hand, she spins around on her chair to face me. “So, is it true? Does he have a big schlong?”
Vander bursts out laughing, and there are tears rolling out of his eyes. I glare at him and then Beverly.
“Don’t ask Kendall to tell you,” Vander says when he has composed himself. “She won’t go near it.”
“It’s not for his lack of trying,” I mumble, not expecting Beverly to have sharp hearing too.
“Well, if Kendall isn’t interested, I am.” Beverly turns her wheelchair around so she’s facing Vander again. “Whip it out, young stud, and I’ll tell you if the rumor is true.”
30
VANDER
My cell vibrates with a succession of notifications, and I inwardly groan, already knowing what I’m going to see. I skim over the group chat comments as we exit the retirement home and walk toward Kendall’s SUV, shaking my head. “I can’t believe you sent photos to West. He shared them with everyone, and this afternoon will live on for eternity now. Thanks a bunch.” There is zero heat in my tone because I’m not even the slightest bit mad, but I like teasing her. Ensuring no one is looking, I slap her ass as I lean down and nibble on her ear.
She shrieks, collapsing into giggles again. It was worth sweating under the heavy costume and enduring the way the too tight pants were strangling my balls just to hear Kendall laugh. All afternoon, she’s had the biggest smile on her face, and I love it. I’d walk barefoot on hot coals if it meant she forgot her troubles and had a little fun. “I didn’t know he would share them. I swear.”
Reaching the car in the darkened visitor parking lot, I press her up against it and cage her in with my arms. “It’s okay. You’re going to make it up to me.” I let a wolfish grin loose.
“I am, am I?” She arches a brow while raising the stakes.
“You know it, babe.” I lean down to kiss her, but she twists her head to the side, so my lips graze her cheek instead of reaching the intended target.
