“That’s right, Angel. Gonna get you nice and warm.”
On cue, she shivers, and I tug at the tie at her neck, the damp making the fabric cling to her skin and stay in place. With shaking fingers—that have nothing to do with the cold—I peel it down, to reveal the pebbled flesh beneath. Her nipples are stiff and firm, begging to be touched. Sucked. I dip my head to bring one rosy bud into my mouth, wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her in place, her wet hair brushing my forearm as she tilts her head all the way back, gasping and panting. Nails scrape my scalp, fingers tug at my hair, and I feel her legs shaking beneath her but I won’t let her fall.
“Harry, please,” she begs, tugging at the shirt at my back. “I want you naked.”
I smile with her breast still in my mouth before popping off only long enough to say, “Oh, yeah? Then what do you plan on doing with me?”
“Riding your cock until you pass out,” she moans.
I come away from her tit, standing at my full height and blinking down at her for a full twenty seconds as those filthy words penetrate my soul and fully make me fall in love with her. I’d been teetering on the edge of full-blown infatuation since the moment I met her but, in this moment, my heart and my dick are absolutely certain I want to hear her say words like that for the rest of my life.
While I’m still processing my stupor, she pulls the strings at her hips, divesting herself of the rest of her bikini and standing in front of me, unabashedly naked.
“Come on then, Frosty. Warm me up.”
“WAIT!” The panic in my wife’s voice has me sitting up straight in my chair, gift forgotten on my lap. I already know what it is.
“Babe? You okay?”
“Everyone, give their presents back,” she shrieks, snatching from her mother first and then her auntie. She turns to me and takes the square from my lap, hugging all four she now holds to her chest like a child refusing to give up their teddy for the wash.
“Lis,” I come to a stand in front of her, panicked eyes staring up at me. “Are you okay?”
“Lisa! What’s going on?” Rhiannon asks from the dining chair she’s sat on across the room.
Lisa turns slowly and levels her with a look I wouldn’t like to be on the receiving end of. “You,” she growls. “You arenotmy favourite cousin.”
“I’m youronlycousin,” the woman says with as much confusion as I’m feeling right now.
“Exactly,” Lisa snaps, climbing over the people sat on the floor to get out of the room. Scurrying off into the hallway before I can establish what the fuck just happened.
Nel stands up, laughter hiding behind her attempts to keep her face turned away from me. “I’m just going to go…” She points in the direction my wife just disappeared, but I grab her wrist before she can follow.
“Is she okay?”
“Yeah,” Nel answers with an amused smile, that she tries to hide with her hand at her mouth. “Everything’s fine, just keep yourselves entertained for a minute.” She turns to Rhiannon. “You better come. And bring that with you.” She gestures to the gift Rhiannon still has in her hands.
They all leave, and I look around the room to see if anyone is able to shed any light on the matter but I just see faces as gormless as mine.
“What did you do?” Jake asks me.
“Me?”
“I can only assume it was you.” He shrugs and I throw my hands up in frustration.
“Sounds like it was Rhiannon,” Hen says with a face that tries to portray sympathy for her daughter, but the love of drama is at the forefront.
Luke, with actual concern for his wife looks out toward the hall. “You think we should go check on them?”
“That seems like a bad idea, my man,” Jake says, leaning back on the sofa with his hands interlocked behind his head, obviously no way near as worried as Luke or me.
“Oh my God!” We hear Rhiannon exclaim from the other room.
“I’m gonna go,” Luke says, passing Jake Freddie, who had been perfectly happy on his lap. He heads out to the kitchen, and we all hear the emphatic voices of the girls telling him to get out. Returning, he just shrugs. “It’s above my pay grade.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“I love it when you beg me. Ask again.”
