I needed to try. She was right. It was like she’d ripped the bandage off everything I felt for her—that she was my family. My own. My only. The one person I’d burn it all down for.
“They’ll probably make us breakfast, so we should get dressed soon.”
“One hour?” she murmured.
“Sure.” I tucked deeper into the sheets, and she set her coffee down on the nightstand.
“Jer?”
“Mmhmm,” I said, watching the snow drift outside the window.
She hesitated. “You ever thought about having kids?”
“Not happening.”
“Not even with me?”
I shook my head. “If you ever wanted kids, Lune, that’d be with Dirks. He’s the stable one. The one who’d actually be good at that shit.”
She smirked, eyes glinting. “Okay, fine... then I’ll settle for something youaregood at.”
My gaze slid to hers. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“Think you can make me come before the coffee gets cold?”
“Yeah, honey. I can do that.”
“Perfect,” she said, throwing back the covers and padding over to her luggage. “Good thing I brought the right toy.”
I watched her rummage around, not even pretending not to look at the way her pajama shorts clung to her ass. She turned, grinning, and before I could ask what she meant, she tossed something at me.
A ball gag.
I caught it midair and stared. “Luna... we are on afamilytrip.”
She laughed. “What? I thought you said you liked dessert in bed. I’m simply spicing it up...”
I shook my head, biting back a groan. “Pull off your shorts.”
She hooked her thumbs in the waistband. “Yes, Sir.”
I stood up and got out of bed, meeting her where her pussy was on full display.
“Such a filthy little thing,” I murmured, dragging my palm over the curve of her hip, then cupping her bare pussy. “Getting me hard before breakfast. Knowing Dirks is gonna be out there wondering why we’re late.” I gave her clit a sharp pinch that made her gasp. “You need to remember who you belong to.”
I guided her toward the bed and pushed her down onto it. She sprawled, hair fanning out, nipples already pebbling against the thin pajama top. I flattened my hand over her chest, rubbing slow circles until my thumb and forefinger found one stiff peak and rolled it.
“Jer . . . ”
“All it takes is me playing with your tits, and you’re halfway gone.”
“Not... true—” she gasped, but her thighs rubbed together.
I leaned in, closing my mouth over one nipple through the fabric, sucking hard until the wet heat of my tongue soaked the cotton. “Tell me that again,” I said against her, “when I’ve got you coming just from this.”
She whimpered, already arching into me.
“Ball gag,” I ordered, pulling back.
