“You did not seriously just throw ice cream at me!” The clump falls to the floor, leaving a nice brown smear over her skin.
“That was for telling my sister I was the one dancing in the snow.” I smirk as she finally turns to me and notices the spoon aimed at her once more. “And this one. This one is for telling everyone about our private moments.”
“NO. No, Greyson! Don’t you dare!” She puts her hands up to shield herself, but it’s too late. The chunk of ice cream sails through the air and lands right at the base of her neck, falling down into her cleavage.
“OH MY GOD! Cold! Cold. That’s so cold!” She quickly scoops it up and drops it on the counter. I put my fist to my mouth as I try to hold in my laugh, but it’s no use. Her expression is hilarious.
“Oh! You are going to pay for that!” she tells me while taking some from her own bowl and launching it at me. I duck just in time, making the piece hit the bottom cabinet.
“Maybe next time you’ll learn to keep what happens between us to yourself.” I lift a brow as she narrows her eyes at me, then takes more ice cream and throws it at me.
“For the millionth time, I didn’t know it was supposed to be a secret!” She misses me again, which makes her growl in frustration.
I laugh harder and grab her by the waist, pulling her to me. “Always so dramatic.” Forgetting about the spoon, I dig my hand into my bowl and bring my covered fingers up to her face, smearing it all over her pale flesh.
She shrieks and tries to fight against my hold, but I don’t let her get away. “GREYSON!”
“Look what you’ve done. Little Bunny’s all dirty now. Here, let me help you clean up.” I flatten my tongue and lick up the side of her face.
She squeals as I do the same to the other side. “Greyson, stop!” she says, laughing and throwing her head back.
I lick the sides of her neck, then the center, before dipping lower into her cleavage, taking my time licking and sucking everything up. Her hand falls to my hair as a soft moan leaves her lips, making my cock grow hard in my pants.
A throat clears from beside us, and I quickly pull my face away from Bunny’s chest and look up. An identical older version of myself stands at the entrance to the kitchen, watching us.
“Oh, hey, Dad. Sorry if we woke you, we were just grabbing something to eat,” I tell him, not letting go of Emma even as she tries to step out of my grasp. He already caught me with my face between her breasts, no point in pretending now.
“Yeah, I can see that,” he says in a sleepy voice, then chuckles.
He walks over to the fridge that’s right beside us, grabbing the milk, then pouring himself a glass. He takes the time to drink it by the sink while looking around at the puddles of melting ice cream.
Emma is a deep shade of red in my arms, looking completely embarrassed. My dad raises a brow in my direction once he’s done taking in the mess.
“We’ll clean up before going to bed,” I tell him.
He drains the last of his milk and sets the glass down in the sink. “You better.” He turns to leave but calls out just before exiting the room, “And not with your tongue like you were doing to the young lady.”
I snort as Em drops her face against my neck with a groan. “Oh God, that was so embarrassing! That is not how I wanted to meetyour parents for the first time. They’ll probably think I’m crazy now!”
“Seems like a fitting assumption.”
She gasps and pulls back to punch me in the shoulder. “Asshole!”
I grab her wrist and kiss the inside of it. “I’m just kidding.” I smirk with a wink. “Why don’t you go shower while I clean up here?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, Bunny, go. I’ll see you in the morning.” I let go of her wrist and drop my arm from around her waist. As much as I’d like this night to end differently, I remind myself of the rules she’s put in place.
She brings her hand up and cups my cheek, then delicately plants her lips against the other. “Goodnight, Greyson. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Bunny,” I whisper back as she turns and walks away.
Chapter fifteen
Greyson
Bye, bye, Sleddy!
